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Yvette looked around her with no small amount of concern.

This downtown pool hall was full of well-dressed men, most of them in suits. She couldn't see any women besides the scantily clad servers. Some of the men looked her way. The ones who did not were engrossed in games of pool or in talking to their friends. The men who looked at her grinned and poked each other with their elbows as she walked past in Stuart's wake.

These men were quite used to seeing strikingly attractive women. Receptionists, high-powered traders, sales reps and bank managers; women employed in the corridors of power were typically amazingly beautiful.

With her soft Asian features and deep dark eyes, Yvette was easily as appealing as any of the women they were used to seeing. However, these men were not used to seeing women of that caliber dressed as Yvette was. She wore a mini-skirt that hugged her rounded bum and hung down only a few inches past that. Her white blouse was a button-down affair that was quite chic. It was semi-transparent and she had a matching white demi-bra underneath that held her boobs up but did little to hide them. There was a hint of rose pink from her nipples peeking just above the bra cups that could be seen if you looked closely enough.

She felt uncomfortable seeing all these men ogling her.

Before arriving here, Stuart had pulled her out of the car, bent her over the side door and fucked her mercilessly for ten minutes. The road-side parking lot was dark and there were few lights to illuminate them and few people to see if they were. For that she was grateful.

After cumming inside her and watching his sticky semen drool down her thighs, Stuart pocketed her panties and now, here she was, walking through a pool hall full of men wearing a micro mini-skirt and no panties. She felt like a stripper, or a slut.

'Maybe I am a slut,' she thought and felt her nipples harden as soon as the thought occurred to her.

She cringed inwardly at her own lasciviousness and kept her eyes on the floor as she followed Stuart. He led them to a large pool table in the corner and racked up put a set of Boston balls. The lights over the table came on and she looked around the room nervously as he grabbed a cue and held it out to her.

"I don't know how to play," she lied.

"No problem," he said, "I'll teach you."

Yvette swallowed nervously and looked behind her. By now there were over a half-dozen men watching her; they weren't even trying to look like they were doing otherwise.

"Stuart," she said quietly, "I don't feel right about this place. I want to leave."

"Leave?" he said with a smile, “We just got here! We'll just play a couple of games and then we'll get out of here."

Yvette grimaced and looked nervously at the men staring at her for a moment.

One of the servers came over wearing a tightly fitting T-shirt and equally tightly fitting shorts. Stuart ordered a wine for Yvette and a beer for himself. He also ordered two doubles of whisky.

"Whisky?" Yvette asked in shock, “You know what whisky does to me."

"Don't worry about it!" Stuart said with a laugh, “We're here to have fun!"

With several misgivings, Yvette sipped at the whisky and then took a slightly larger gulp from her wine glass.

Stuart took the first shot. After the break, he told her to take her shot.

With one more wary glance around the room, she moved to the side of the table closest to the wall. She bent over the table and hit the white ball.

Stuart grinned when he saw the back of her dress rise high enough to show the curve of her buttocks. He loved looking at her bum!

They took several more shots, neither one of them sinking more than one ball each. After Yvette had finished half of her whisky, she became less cautious about where she stood to take her turn.

One particular shot she had to make required her to bend far over the table to reach the cue ball almost on the far side from her position. As she bent over, the crowd of men watching their game had increased to about fifteen. Her dress rode up past her bum and now both her ass cheeks were on display as well as a small tuft of black hair peeking out from between her legs.

A few of the guys guffawed and she looked back over her shoulder to see she had an audience. Looking further, she saw her dress was doing nothing to hide her charms.

In shock, she scurried to the side of the table closest to the wall and looked down at the floor in shame.

Stuart brought her half-empty glass of whisky to her and she gulped it down. She picked up her wine glass and sipped at that until the burning embarrassment faded.

Stuart ordered another beer for himself and a glass of wine and another double whisky for Yvette.

The game went on again for a while with neither of them sinking any balls.

After her second glass of wine was gone and her whisky mostly gone, Yvette bent down to take another shot. Stuart moved behind her and placed his hand on her bum. She looked over her shoulder at him and told him to stop, but her giggling rendered her statement a little empty.

He placed his hand over her pubis and she jumped, causing her cue to swat the white ball to the side. It skittered down the table and knocked a ball in the pocket.

"You shoot again," he said.

She kept her eyes on the table, studiously ignoring the group of a dozen or so men gathered around in a semi-circle.

She bent over the table to shoot and, once again, Stuart stepped to her side and placed his hand on her bum. With his other hand, he raised her tiny skirt up and over her back and all the men watching moved closer for a better look.

He put his hand over her mons and toyed with her labia. Yvette sighed and leaned forward with her hands outstretched across the table. The game was completely forgotten now.

He tweaked her lips and tickled her clitoris as she squirmed and moaned. She humped back against his hand and started grunting.

Stuart pushed two fingers inside her and started moving them in and out rapidly. Yvette gasped and rocked back and forth with him. After a half a minute, she went rigid and silent. Her mouth opened wide and she shuddered as she came.

After a few seconds, she relaxed and Stuart rolled her onto her back. Her legs were splayed wide showing anyone who looked her glistening pussy lips. Stuart opened her blouse and pulled her demi-bra down enough to expose her nipples.

He filled his hands with her breasts and caressed them as the men watched.

The group watching had increased to almost twenty and Stuart saw a man coming from around the bar in their direction.

He threw a wad of cash on the pool table and pulled Yvette to her feet. Her skirt fell back into place and the front of her blouse closed. He walked her to the door and out into the street.

Once in the car, Yvette leaned across the seat and took his cock out of his pants. She sucked him aggressively, her cheeks puffing in and out with the rhythm and Stuart felt himself getting ready to cum.

Right after he shot his semen into her mouth there was a rapping on the window. He looked to see two of the men from the pool hall holding their phones up to record video of the action in the car.

Yvette looked up to see the cameras and smiled broadly. She scooped up the semen that dribbled down to her chin and fed it back into her mouth with her finger.

Evelyn squirmed in her seat as she closed the document. She had received an email from Brian asking if she wanted to read the latest. She realized now she should have waited until she got home.

Feeling very aroused from reading the passage, she glanced furtively around to see whether anyone else was aware of her current state. It seemed that neither Serena, her coworker, nor Mat, her boss, noticed how turned on she was right now.

She rubbed her thighs together and inwardly winced at the squishiness she felt. She glanced around once more to ensure no one was looking her way and cautiously placed a hand on her panties. They were soaked! She closed her eyes in frustration and realized she would have to take them off.

She took a moment to compose herself, tugged at the sleeves of her powder-blue cable-knit sweater and then stood to go to the washroom. She smiled nervously at Serena as she passed her desk and then resolutely stared at the floor for the walk to the ladies' room.

Once inside she hurried into a stall, whisked her wet panties to the floor and sat down to pee. She sighed and reached for a tissue after she finished. When she touched the soft wadded paper to her vagina, she jerked and let out a small yelp. She was so sensitive! The tingling sensation she was feeling was immensely strong and she swallowed as she realized how responsive her intimate parts felt right now.

She strained her ears for the sound of anyone coming into the washroom, or even passing by in the hallway outside. Hearing nothing she firmly clamped one hand over her mouth while she gently ran her fingers over her vaginal lips. She moaned quietly and closed her eyes as the tingling spread from her pubic area and to her nipples. She felt them harden and wished she was not wearing a bra so she could feel them pucker against the fabric of her sweater.

With determination, she swiftly flicked at her button and tried not to cry out loud. After less than a minute, she brought herself to a mini-orgasm that sent goose pimples all across her body.

It didn't completely satisfy her but it did take the edge off her arousal so she could put off doing any more until she got home.

She reached down for her panties and grimaced at the sodden fabric. She stuffed them deep into her purse and then stood up, smoothing her mini-dress down as she did. She pushed open the stall door and surveyed herself in the mirror.

Right away she could see the tell-tale flush of arousal across her neck and chest. It spread also to her cheeks and she blushed just looking at herself.

She washed her hands and frowned as she realized she could smell her own scent in the air. She dug through her handbag and pulled out a wet towelette. With a cautious glance to the door, she lifted the front of her skirt and wiped at her labia with it. She did the same twice more before she was satisfied that the wetness had dissipated enough and then pushed through the door into the hall.

Brian was on his way to the factory for his last round of checking the production output. With that and little else on his mind, he focused on the floor and walked into the hallway outside the washrooms. There he was suddenly stopped short. Evelyn had walked out of the ladies' room at the precise moment he had stepped into the short corridor. They had collided together, both of them letting out small oofing sounds.

She gave a yelp as she found herself falling. Brian gripped her around the waist and raised her up. He retained his grip on her until he was sure she had her feet underneath her.

As soon as he released her he took a hasty step back.

"Are you okay?" he asked her frantically.

"I, I'm fine," she stammered breathlessly.

"Really?" he said with concern, "Are you sure you're okay? I'm really sorry! I just didn't see you until it was too late!"

Evelyn stepped back a pace and put her hand to the side of her face self-consciously, “I'm really okay," she said weakly.

Brian continued to look at her with concern. He lightly placed a hand on her arm and gave her a gentle nudge toward a couch a few paces away.

"Are you sure?" he said, “You look a little flushed, maybe you should sit down."

"Do you really think so?" she asked with wide eyes.

"Yes!" he said emphatically, “Your neck and cheeks are bright red!"

"I, I'm really fine!" she said with finality.

She brushed past him and scurried toward her desk. She paused at the door to Mat's office and knocked.

"I'm not feeling well," she said hesitantly, “I'm going home early."

Mat nodded and told her to go home and rest.

She hurriedly gathered her things from her desk and rushed out the door to her car. Once in the car she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She studied her appearance, especially the rosy flush that had spread even further up her cheeks and winced as she squeezed her thighs together. The same squishiness she had felt earlier was back only it was more intense.

After driving home she rushed into the house, ran upstairs without taking her coat off and threw herself onto the bed. She spread her legs wide and plunged her fingers inside her. She didn't stop until she had cum three times.

***

Evelyn's sleep that night was fitful. Her dreams kept her tossing and turning and she woke up feeling breathless and disturbed.

That night before bed she tried to convince her husband to have sex. At first he brushed her off, telling her he'd had a long day and was very tired. Once under the covers, she coaxed him with some deft movements of her hand. Again he tried to brush her off but after he was hard he realized she was not going to stop.

He pushed her onto her back and plunged headfirst between her thighs. He licked her until she came and then mounted her. After a few minutes of thrusting, he came inside her. He rolled back onto his side of the bed and told her to let him sleep.

Evelyn lay back and smiled. She loved her husband and she loved having sex with him. They were not very experimental, but they did give each other oral and they usually had orgasms before they were done. Tonight she was happy to have her husband cum inside her and she enjoyed the stickiness of his semen dripping between her thighs to her butt crack.

She squeezed her thighs together and was suddenly reminded of the feeling she experienced at work after reading Brian's story. The squishiness was back and she slowly rubbed her thighs together to savor it.

Of course, thinking back on that reminded her of Brian's story.

By the time she got to sleep, she could think of little else.

Her dream began in the pool hall. She was an observer. She saw Yvette across the room wearing her ridiculously short skirt with Stuart standing slightly behind her while she bent over to play pool. Evelyn had created a face in her mind to go with the name. She was Chinese, like her, short and curvy, like her, but with a seductive glint in her eye that she knew she could never pull off. She was way too conservative to be anything like the girl described in Brian's story.

Stuart looked vaguely familiar but she found herself concentrating only on Yvette.

She walked slowly toward them and then she was standing against the wall behind Yvette. There was a circle of well-dressed men standing around the pool table, all of them ogling Yvette as they drank their beers and poked each other with their elbows.

Yvette bent over the table to shoot and looked over her shoulder at Evelyn. She smiled and raised her bum as she stretched to make her shot. Evelyn gasped when she saw Yvette's bare backside. When Yvette raised her leg slightly to reach across the table, her bare pussy came into view with its neatly trimmed bush fully visible.

Evelyn bit her lip and realized that seeing the other woman this way was making her hot. She didn't quite know why; she had never been attracted to women before.

Yvette finished shooting and sauntered to the opposite side of the table. She bent to shoot again with her back to the men in the crowd. As her skirt rode up the men behind her were grinning broadly and smacking each other with their open hands as they watched this girl show them everything she had.

She lined up her cue and then looked up and smiled at Evelyn.

Standing with her back to the wall, Evelyn was shocked to see her own face; Yvette had become Evelyn.

Still bent over the table, she wriggled her backside seductively. First one and then two more men from the crowd approached her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at them. One of them undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. His cock was erect and dripping. She took it in her hand and guided it to her entrance from behind. The man pushed it into her and began sliding in and out.

Yvette, or was it Evelyn, sighed and moved with the man. She cooed and moaned and sighed as she was penetrated.

Evelyn still found herself a spectator, but she was watching herself getting fucked from behind in a room full of men. Yes, it was Yvette, but she had her face, her body; she was even wearing one of Evelyn's favorite mini-skirts. It was black suede with a zipper that went from the waistband to the bottom hem. That zipper was currently undone all the way to just below the waist.

She had both hands on the edge of the pool table now and was pushing her hips back as far as they would go. The first man had cum inside her and now there was a second man pushing into her from behind. After a few thrusts, he too shot his semen inside her. A third, fourth and fifth man came after.

Evelyn woke up with a sharp gasp while rising to a sitting position in her bed.

"What's wrong?" her husband said groggily as he turned to her.

She took a couple of deep breaths and looked his way, “Just a bad dream," she said, "Go back to sleep."

She lay back down and stared at the ceiling for a while and tried to forget about her dream.

***

Brian woke up the next morning to find four text messages on his phone. He opened the app and his eyes opened wide. In the messages, all from the same number, there were three pictures, all of them taken in a dimly lit room, and one audio file.

The first image showed a woman with pale skin wearing a see-through nightie. It was white and had buttons down the front. All the buttons were undone except for two at the bottom. The front was open wide enough to show the swell of a pair of very well proportioned breasts. The woman had her left arm crossing her chest and reaching down to her lower body. The upper arm covered one of her breasts completely. The other breast was partially visible through the negligee; the dark shape of her nipple showed clearly against the pale white skin.

The shot showed the woman from her thighs to the top of her head, though the black hair was thrown forward to cover her face. Her thighs were closed tightly together with her left hand thrust between them.

The second photo showed the same woman sitting back against the base of what appeared to be an easy chair. She was sitting on a beige rug with her back against the chair and her left leg drawn up with her knee almost reaching her chest. Her nightgown was wide open exposing both of her breasts, her tummy and thighs. It was obvious she was not wearing panties though her hand was buried between her legs hiding everything but a hint of jet-black pubic hair.

Again, the woman's face was obscured by her hair.

The third picture showed the woman splayed out on the rug with her legs wide open. Her pubis was completely exposed showing a glistening wetness coating the puffy labia. Her face was turned to the side toward the back of her shoulder. The hair did not hide the face but the scant profile from her ear to her cheek did not give any hints about the woman's identity.

As he feasted his eyes on the images he opened the audio file. He recognized the woman's voice from his late-night telephone call the previous week.

"Unh," she moaned, "Can you see my body? I'm showing you my tits! See me in the first picture? I'm dreaming about you and I'm so hot!"

The woman's voice was seductive and sultry, He thought he could hear a slight accent but he wasn't sure.

"Look at the next picture," she whispered huskily, “I have my fingers inside me right now. I'm dreaming it's your cock inside me. Oh God, I want it inside me!"

Brian swallowed as he listened. This woman could make him cum just from talking he was sure.

A series of moans and grunts filled the audio file and he could hear a rhythmic slapping. It was a wet, sloshing sound and he could well picture her fingers slipping in and out of her pussy as she groaned and sighed.

Suddenly she made a high-pitched whining sound ending in a strangled gasp.

"See the last picture?" she said, “I just came!"

There was a sound like heavy breathing and a cooing sigh.

"Oh God, I'm still cumming I think!" she gasped, “It feels so good but I'm shaking!"

After a few heavy breaths, the audio file came to an end. He looked down to see he was fully erect. He put a hand on his shaft and stroked it slowly.

He stopped when he realized he had to get ready for work.

Just as he was about to place his phone on the night table to go shower, it buzzed and vibrated. He held it up and saw a new image; it showed a woman from the waist down wearing a turquoise, yellow and green floral print skirt. The front of the skirt was raised and he could see a tuft of pubic hair. Because the picture was taken from the side, he couldn't see the pubic region, but his erect cock throbbed when he recognized the skirt. He had seen Evelyn wear it many times over the years they worked together.

Forgetting about how late he might be for work, he lay back on the bed and stroked himself to an orgasm while looking at the series of photos he received. It only took a minute or so.

***

When he got to the office, he kept an eye out for Evelyn but with no luck. Throughout the morning she did not appear to come out from her own office area whenever he was near his desk. He still had to make trips to the factory so he didn't know if she came out during those times or not.

He began to get frustrated and considered walking over to her desk, but he didn't really have a good reason for that, so he gave up on it. Instead he decided to send an email.

How was your evening?

-B

He waited but no immediate response came. He sighed and started to make ready for another trip to the factory. He got up from his desk and made sure he had everything he needed; safety glasses, pen and gloves when a reply came through.

It was good. Not enough sleep. Did you write more?

-Evelyn

He sat back down and pondered how best to respond to her. She said she did not get enough sleep. Maybe this was the opening he was looking for to drop some hints about the obscene phone calls he was getting.

He had a feeling that she was the caller, but he had no proof. If it was not her, he could step into it deeply and never find a way out.

He opted to play it safe for the moment.

No, not since Saturday. I'm giving it some thought to see what should come next.

-B

Have you considered a dinner date?

-Evelyn

-Maybe they should have a date where nothing erotic happens.

-B

LOL... With everything they've done, I can't see how that's possible.

-Evelyn

Brian smiled when he read that and, for a moment, pictured this dinner date in his mind, though it was he and Evelyn, not Stuart and Yvette.

I'll give it a try, but I'm not sure yet how to write about it. I may have questions.

-B

He waited a minute and then decided she would not respond. He stood up from his desk and started pushing his chair in when a new message came.

Call me if you have questions. Better yet, send a text.

-Evelyn

You bet! Maybe you can dictate part of the story to me.

-B

He grinned as he sent it and thought he heard a high pitched laugh come from the other end of the office.

He left his desk then and made his way to the factory. As he was about to turn into the corridor to the factory he saw Evelyn walking toward the office kitchen. She appeared to be laughing and her face was slightly flushed. He noticed with satisfaction she was wearing the turquoise, yellow and green floral print skirt.

She looked at him and grinned while wagging her finger at him.

"That was very bad!" she said, “I can't even say some of the words you use in your story, much less dictate!"

Brian laughed in response and shrugged.

"You never know what you can do till you try," he said and kept walking toward the factory.

"You're very bad!" she said to his back.

He nodded and waved over his shoulder at her.

***

I know what you mean about not getting enough sleep.

-I got some very late phone calls on the weekend.

-B

As soon as he sent the email he regretted it. He thought about dropping hints to lead into the conversation. This email was as subtle a hint as a brick.

Did these calls wake you up?

-Evelyn

The message popped onto his screen before he finished chastising himself.

Yes, but I enjoyed them.

-B

Brian waited a long time before receiving the next message. While he waited he thought of doing some work but realized as soon as he thought it that he wouldn't be able to.

Were they good news?

-Evelyn

They were good. I enjoyed them even though it made sleeping hard.

-B

Were they naughty calls?

-Evelyn

Yes they were.

-B

But you enjoyed them?

-Evelyn

More than you know.

-B

He waited a few minutes but no response came. He decided to take one more trip to the factory before the end of the day.

As he opened the factory door his phone buzzed with a text message. He opened it to see a photo of a pair of legs that were slightly parted. They appeared to be under a desk. He wasn't sure but he thought he could see a tuft of black hair at the apex of the thighs.

He quickly typed Thank you into his phone and sent the reply.

A moment later a second photo appeared. In it, he saw a better view of the woman's legs. She had scooted forward to the edge of her chair leaving her left leg straight and her right leg folded back underneath. The left leg was parted a little away from the right offering a clear view of the jet-black pubic hair and a limited view of her pubis.

Brian took a deep breath, trying to think of an appropriate reply. He decided simple was best. He typed, Thank you again! Looks delicious!

***

The phone rang just after midnight. Brian was expecting it.

"Hello," he said after the second ring.

"Mmm, you were waiting for me?" the sultry voice from his previous calls asked in a husky whisper. There was soft music playing in the background.

"Yes," he said, "I was hoping you would call."

"You wanted to hear my voice?" she asked.

"I want more than that," he replied, "but your voice is so sexy."

"Ooh yes!" she breathed, “I feel shaky when I hear your voice too."

"You like hearing me speak?" he said.

"Ooh yes! I get tingles and feel good all over!" she replied.

"What are you wearing?" he asked, thinking at the same time what a cliché it was.

"A scarf!" she said quickly, "just a scarf!"

"Mm, I'd like to see that!" he said with a grin, “Do you want to see what you do to me?"

"Unh yes!" she grunted.

In anticipation, he had earlier taken a picture of himself in the full-length mirror. In the dim light, his nude silhouette was visible against the backdrop of the window. His erect cock stood out against the light from the street outside. His face was hidden in the darkness.

He sent the photo and waited.

"Mm, you're hard?" she asked with a moan after a brief pause.

"I get hard every time I think about you," he said.

She groaned in response and he heard some rustling. There was also the unmistakable sound of a moist, rhythmic sloshing. He could hear her gasping and cooing softly and then he received a text.

The photo attached showed the girl lying on a bed. The light was dim but he could clearly see she was completely nude except for a white knit scarf wrapped around her neck. The scarf trailed down from her shoulder to obscure her right breast. The left was easily visible with its wine-colored nipple standing out starkly against the pale skin.

The end of the scarf extended further to wrap partially around her left thigh and then across the front to almost cover her pubic area. Her left hand was pushed against her pubic hair while two fingers slipped inside the labia of her vagina.

Brian groaned in response almost against his will. He was erect when the phone call began but now he was rock hard and dripping.

"Do you like my picture?" she asked with a moan.

"I want you!" he said intensely, “I want to take you in my arms and pin you to that bed you're lying on!"

She groaned huskily and breathed heavily in response.

"I want to part your legs and lick you from your ankles all the way up to your thighs and in between!" He grunted as he stroked himself, “I'm going to lick your pussy and make you cum all over my mouth!"

She gasped, sounding almost like she was crying.

"I want you to take me in your mouth till I cum," he said, “I want you to swallow every drop!"

"Oh God!" she screamed, "I'm cumming, Oh God yes!"

Brian spurted into a tissue as she screamed and then they both listened to each other breathing for a few minutes.

"Did you cum?" she asked weakly.

"Yes," he said between breaths, "I came thinking about you"

She moaned again and gave a long contented sigh.

"Will you make love to me like you say?" she asked.

"Yes," he whispered, "I'll make you cum just like I say."

"Mmm," she said, "I hope so! I can't wait till I can touch you."

Then she hung up.

Brian went to sleep and dreamed pleasant dreams all night.

***

When Brian got out of the shower the next morning he saw there was a text message waiting for him. He opened it to see a picture of the girl with the scarf wrapped around her body the way a snake wraps around a tree. It covered the lower half of her face, twisted around behind her neck, then over her shoulder to fall between her breasts. It wrapped around her hips once, hooked over her left wrist and then dangled in front of her left thigh.

She had her left hand on her hip with her elbow thrust out to the side. Her right leg was planted forward a half pace so her pubis was partially covered by the apex of her thighs.

Her pale alabaster skin made her body look more alluring. The dark red nipples and the black hair on her head and her pubis made her skin look even paler by comparison.

He sighed and felt his cock grow as he thought about the late-night call he received.

When he got into the office he ran into Evelyn almost immediately. She was in the office kitchen putting her packed lunch into the refrigerator.

"Morning," he said.

"Good morning!" she said enthusiastically, “How are you today?"

"Pretty good," he said, "but I am a little sleepy. I was on the phone until late."

"I see," she said with an inscrutable grin, “Not too late I hope."

"No," he said, trying to be as vague as she, "Though getting to sleep after was a little hard."

She smiled and turned toward the water cooler and bent to fill a glass. Brian watched her intently as she did. Her skirt today was black suede and covered her rounded bum and about three inches down her thighs. There was a zipper that traveled down from the waistband to the bottom hem. That zipper was closed all the way except for about the last inch or so. Brian realized that zipper would control how much thigh would show.

Bent over from behind he could see her legs almost all the way to the curve of her buttocks. She was bare-legged and her pale skin disappearing into that short skirt gave him a reaction. He felt himself getting hard so he turned to the sink to wash his hands. When he reached for a paper towel he accidentally bumped her hip with the side of his leg.

"Oh I'm sorry!" he said.

She took a half step back from him but remained in close proximity as she smiled up at him.

"Any luck with your writing?" she said, “You were going to write about a dinner date I think."

He shook his head a bit and inhaled her perfume with each breath.

"No, I can't seem to make it interesting," he said, “They go for dinner, they leave, then what?"

She laughed and patted his arm playfully, “Men!" she said, “No wonder you're not married if that's the only thing you can think of for a dinner date! What about flowers? What about romance? Gazing into each other's eyes over wine? There's a lot more to a dinner date than eating you know!"

He grinned and shrugged, “I'll have to think about it some more."

He turned to leave and stopped in the doorway, “By the way, I really like that floral-print skirt you wore yesterday. It's really, classy!"

She smiled and thanked him, “What about this one?" she said, indicating the suede skirt she had on, “It's one of my favorites."

"I like that one too," he said, “I think there's very little you could wear that I wouldn't like. Even a scarf would look great on you."

She met his eyes then and smiled softly.

"You shouldn't talk like that about me," she said quietly, “I am a married woman you know."

"Yes, I know." He said, “I'm sorry if you were offended. I only meant to say you look great all the time; nothing more than that."

"Thank you," she said demurely, "That's nice of you to say."

She stepped past him to go toward her desk and turned to look over her shoulder as she walked.

"And I look great in a scarf too!" she said with a laugh.

"I know," he said.

She narrowed her eyes to slits and grinned as she walked away.

***

Dinner was finished and so too was the bottle of Chianti. Stuart looked across the table at Yvette who seemed to be preoccupied. Even disturbed as she appeared to be, she was lovely. Her black hair cut into an almost shoulder-length bob, her dark almond-shaped eyes and wide mouth with their slightly puffed up lips; she looked beautiful!

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, almost afraid of the answer before he heard it.

"You know what's wrong," she said quietly. Gone was her usual carefree self. Tonight she was jittery and distracted.

Stuart frowned and gave a slight smile with a barely perceptible shrug.

Yvette narrowed her eyes and glared.

"You think it's nothing?" she snapped.

Stuart glanced quickly from side to side, alarmed that people at nearby tables might have heard her.

"You think it's nothing?" she repeated, “You exposed my ass and pussy to a room full of men and you think it's nothing?"

"You didn't seem to mind at the time," he said with a sigh, “In fact, I distinctly remember you smiling at those two guys with the cameras."

"That was the whisky and you know it," she said bitterly, “You know what whisky does to me."

The waiter appeared at their table and asked if they wanted more wine or perhaps dessert.

"Get me a double shot of whisky neat," Yvette said in clipped tones.

"Yes, Madam!" he said, "And for the gentleman?"

"The same," Stuart said with a weary smile.

Stuart eyed Yvette warily.

"I thought you said whisky makes you crazy," he said.

"It does," she said as she finished the last of the wine in her glass, "But this time I ordered it for myself."

She eyed him stubbornly and then narrowed her eyes mischievously.

"You like showing me off for other men, don't you," she said.

Stuart blushed a little but couldn't help smiling while he nodded.

Yvette flashed a broad smile and patted the seat on the richly upholstered couch beside her.

"Then come sit here," she said, “If you want to show me off, I'll show you how it's done."

A little cautious, Stuart got up and then sat beside her. By the time he settled in and looked at her he noticed she had opened the top three buttons of her dark blue blouse. From where he sat he could easily see the swell of her breasts; she was not wearing anything under the blouse. She had also undone the side buttons on her cream-colored short skirt. She put one leg up on his thigh which exposed her dark blue panties; they matched the color of her blouse perfectly.

When the waiter returned with their drinks he placed them on the table and turned toward them. As soon as he did he found he had a clear view down the front of Yvette's blouse and could see the whole of both her breasts.

Yvette smiled at him coquettishly and placed her hand in Stuart's lap. The waiter watched nervously as she undid his zipper and pushed her hand inside his slacks. She began stroking him with exaggerated movements, her hand easily discerned through the front of his pants as she jerked him.

"Have you worked here a long time?" she asked the waiter with an innocent smile.

"Oh, uh," the waiter stammered as he watched her display, "Yes, I've, uh, been here for some three or four years."

"The food is very good," she went on casually, "Didn't you think so Dear?"

"Oh yes!" Stuart gasped as he bit his lower lip.

She reached for her whisky and gulped it down in two swallows. She leaned back and sighed as the hot liquid poured into her belly. It sent a warm glow throughout her body.

Turning again to the waiter, she winked as her hand continued to stroke Stuart.

She pulled his cock out into the open and ran her hand up and down its full length with exaggerated slowness.

"I especially liked the seafood platter," she said, “How was the veal, Honey?"

"So good!" Stuart said hurriedly.

She momentarily pulled her blouse away from her chest with her free hand, exposing her left breast completely, and grinned impishly as the waiter's eyes went wide.

"Do you think you could show me where the ladies room is?" she asked him.

"Absolutely, Madam," he stammered, "Please follow me!"

He took a step back from the table and gasped when she slipped her panties down her legs and off before standing up.

"I'll be back, Darling," she said, “Make sure you give this gentleman a handsome tip when I get back. By the way, I might be a little while."

Stuart felt his jaw fall open as he watched her ass swaying with every step toward the corridor to the washrooms.

***

Evelyn was laughing and Brian smiled as he held the phone to his ear.

"You are so bad!" she said between chuckles, “I never imagined your story about the dinner date would turn out like that."

"What did you think?" he asked, genuinely pleased he could ask someone about the stories he wrote. Writing erotica leaves very few people you can share with to get their opinions.

"Well," she said, gathering her thoughts, "I thought what she did was very rude. But after what he did to her at the pool hall I also thought he deserved it.'

She gathered her breath and went on.

"In the first passage I read, she seemed to be almost a dominant woman, at least in a playful way. When Stuart forced her to practically strip in front of all those men at the pool hall, I thought she was a different character. Now here she is taking back control. I liked it!"

Brian nodded as he listened, recognizing the very thing he was trying to get at.

"Will Yvette continue to be mad at him?" Evelyn asked.

"No," he said, "She just wanted to teach him a lesson. They'll get back to their normal relationship after he's had time to stew and she's decided he's had enough."

"Good," she said, still choking back the laughter from earlier, “I like him and I like the two of them together."

She paused for a moment and went on, “I saw there are a few passages about her having a husband. Is her marriage not happy?"

Brian hesitated, not sure if she would understand the dynamic between Yvette and the man she married.

"They're not unhappy," he said slowly, "But he's not very experimental, uh, sexually I mean."

"Oh!" she said with sudden understanding, “So she likes adventure when, you know, when they're, uh, doing it."

"That's part of it," he replied, "but there's more to it. Even though she and her husband have enjoyable sex together, her orgasms are, well, how do I put this? She reads in magazines that orgasms are supposed to make your toes curl and make you shudder all over. The orgasms she has with her husband feel good, but they're not like the ones she reads about."

"Really?" she asked, suddenly quieter in tone.

"Yes, she's just looking to see if she can experience those kinds of orgasms with someone other than her husband," he said.

"And does she?" Evelyn asked in a subdued voice.

"The sex she has with Stuart provides her with an outlet," he said, “Because it's an illicit affair, there's a sense of adventure even before they touch each other. When they have sex in a parking lot or at the office, where they could be interrupted at any time, the thrill of being caught makes her orgasms that much more intense."

"Oh," she said, "I should go. I have to do something."

Oh," Brian said with some surprise, "Are you okay? Did I say something to offend you?"

"No," she said quickly, "I have to go."

She hung up and Brian was left feeling like he had somehow stepped over the line. He frowned, trying to think of what he said wrong. She was the one who called him to comment on the latest passage in his story. Now he had to figure out how she had gone from laughing to strangely quiet.

***

When Yvette returned to the table there was a faint coating of white on her lips. Stuart thought he could see a faint trail of white on her chin too but then realized it was only in his imagination.

The waiter appeared at their table with the bill in his hand and a look of trepidation on his face.

"Remember to give him a generous tip, Sweetheart," Yvette said casually as she gathered up her purse from the couch and her panties from the floor.

She thrust her panties into the handbag and stood at the side of the table smiling sweetly at Stuart.

He frowned but used his credit card to pay. Yvette looked over his shoulder as he worked on the transaction and poked him hard in the ribs at the first tip amount he entered on the portable ATM. He glared at her and she poked him again until he punched up a higher tip amount.

After it was done she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek while resting her hand on his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his pants and rubbed it gently.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "you won't regret it."

He frowned again and sent a withering stare in the direction of the waiter.

As they walked out of the restaurant together, he remembered why he liked taking her out so much; every man in the place turned to admire her as she strolled past with her arm hooked into his elbow.

And she was something to look at. With her shoulder-length hair styled neatly into a bob and her Asian features with her dark eyes and pouty lips she was a gorgeous woman. Add to that her fashionable dark blue blouse and cream-colored mini-skirt with spike-heeled shoes, and she looked like a fashion model. Her well-formed bum swished from side to side with every step she took. By the time they reached the front door, every man in the place was looking her way, despite the men's wives slapping them on their shoulders or berating them verbally.

"I think someone deserves a blowjob," she said quietly with a playful smile, “And right after that you're going to lick me til I scream."

Stuart frowned again and she looked at him with that familiar twinkle in her eye. Immediately his frown disappeared and he grinned despite himself.

"Let's hail a cab," she said when outside.

"A cab?" he replied, “My car is just down the street!"

"Hail a cab!" she insisted.

With a shrug, he waved at a passing taxi and they got into the back seat.

"Take us into the park," Yvette told the driver.

"The park?" the driver asked, “You mean the park at the other end of the block?"

"That's the one," Yvette said with a grin.

"Okay," he said and put the car into gear.

As soon as they started moving Yvette lay across Stuart's lap. She rested her head against his belly and playfully lowered his zipper. She pulled his cock out and began one of the sweetest blowjobs Stuart could remember.

With her luscious lips wrapped around his head, she wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly stroked it from root to tip. Her tongue played over and around his cock head and she hummed softly. Stuart sat back with his eyes closed and sighed.

The driver saw her laid across the back seat and adjusted his mirror to see what she was doing. When he saw her with Stuart's cock in her mouth his eyes went wide and he gasped. One of her legs was drawn up for better balance while lying across the seat. He could see a tuft of black hair between her thighs and he slowed down so this distraction wouldn't make him drive off the road.

Stuart felt himself getting close and scooted forward on the seat. He began thrusting his hips up to meet each of her downward swallows. She was taking several inches of his cock into her mouth now and was making wet sloshing sounds with every downstroke.

The car came to a stop and they both looked up to see the driver leaning over the seat to get a closer look. Yvette winked at him and pushed herself to her knees with her bum pointing toward the passenger side door.

She moved her mouth up and down on Stuart with greater speed and he started breathing heavily.

With a gasp, he pushed his hips up and held that position while he came. His eyes were firmly shut and he growled as he unloaded into her mouth.

Yvette clamped her lips over his cock head and savored the sweet, salty fluid. She sighed as his spasms came to an end and then looked up at Stuart. She was smiling and there was semen dripping from one corner of her mouth and down to her chin.

She made a big show of swallowing everything in her mouth and sat back against the car door spreading her legs.

"My turn," she said with a playful grin.

Stuart, his breath still coming in rapid gasps, looked at her and then at the driver.

"You said you like showing me off to other men," she purred, “Now is your chance!"

She placed one hand between her thighs and ran her fingers up and down against her pussy lips.

"Hey pal," the driver said, "If you don't want to, I will!"

Yvette giggled and placed her legs on Stuart's shoulders.

"You heard him, Honey," she said, “He's willing to help me out. Are you?"

Stuart stopped thinking and dove between her thighs. He started licking and lapping at her pubis like a starving man. Yvette gasped and clamped her thighs around his neck.

"Ooh yeah!" she moaned, “Lick me!"

Her hips started bucking and she dug her fingers into his hair.

The driver pushed the front passenger seat all the way back until it was almost parallel to the floor. His pants were open and he was stroking his cock furiously. With his eyes glued to Yvette's body, he groaned and mumbled softly.

Yvette looked at him and smiled wolfishly. She opened her blouse and exposed her breasts and belly, all while grinding her hips against Stuart's face. When the driver reached out with one hand she guided it to her right breast. He moaned again and roughly mashed his open hand against the soft flesh.

She gave a small yelp when he tweaked her nipple and then giggled as he continued to manhandle her. She reached out and took his cock in her small hand. She stroked it for him and he put both hands on her tits.

Yvette started moaning and grunting and held Stuart's head in a death grip with her thighs. When the driver spurted into her hand she gave a loud cry and had her own orgasm. Her whole body shuddered as the wave washed over her. The driver leaned forward and took her right nipple into his mouth. He sucked it past his lips and groaned again as he marvelled at the beauty of this woman in the back of his cab.

When she released Stuart, he put his knees on the seat and scooted forward until his cock was pointed at her pussy. He pushed it in and pumped his hips.

She was so wet he slid in easily. She put her legs up against his chest and he rammed into her for all he was worth.

The driver reached forward and guided her hand once more to his cock. He hadn't gotten hard that fast after cumming in many years, but the display going on in his back seat had him ready for more.

Stuart groaned and came again. His shoulders slumped and he sat back with sweat dripping from his brow.

"Hey, Buddy!" the driver said, “Would you mind if I, uh, took a turn?"

Yvette grinned up at Stuart and nodded.

Stuart frowned again but Yvette batted her eyes at him playfully and he demurred.

Yvette looked the driver in the eye and giggled. Needing no further invitation, he climbed into the back. He sat back against the seat and she climbed into his lap. With no further ado, she lowered herself onto him. He groaned when the wet glove engulfed him and put his head back. She sighed and started moving up and down.

The backwash from Stuart's semen drooled down his own shaft and he looked down in wonderment. He had read about encounters like this, even heard other drivers tell him stories, but he always believed they were fantasies driven by macho posturing.

After a few minutes he gasped loudly and she grunted as he unloaded his semen inside her. Yvette slammed her pussy down as far as it would go as a mini-orgasm rippled through her. It made her nipples pucker and her eyes closed to slits as she shuddered through it.

She crawled off his lap and the driver turned to Stuart with a grateful smile.

"Thanks, Buddy," he said, climbing back into the front seat, “You got a special lady there. I appreciate you letting me, uh, well, you know."

"Don't thank me," Stuart said, "It's her you should thank."

The driver shrugged uncomfortably and gave Yvette a shy nod as he crawled back into the front seat. He didn’t seem to be able to make eye contact with her.

"Thanks," he said quickly, “That was, I mean, you were a treat, uh, I mean..."

"You're welcome!" Yvette said testily, “Now take us back to our car!"

"Sure thing, Lady!" he grunted, “Sure thing, and, uh, no charge for the fare, you know?"

Yvette frowned and rolled her eyes, “I should hope not!" she said

After being dropped off, they got into Stuart's car and sat in silence for a moment.

"No more showing me off!" she said sternly, “When I'm with you, I'm yours; no one else's!"

Stuart nodded sheepishly and put the car in gear.

***

A few hours later after he finished writing the latest passage, he opened his email and attached it to a message for Evelyn.

I thought you'd like to read the rest of the passage.

I hope you're not angry with me. I'm sorry if I said something to offend you.

-B

Brian sent the email to Evelyn and went to watch TV for a while. He didn't expect to get a reply any time soon.

About thirty minutes later he received a text message. The picture showed the same mystery woman laid back on the end of a sofa wearing a dark blue blouse opened all the way to expose her breasts and belly. She was wearing a cream-colored mini skirt. With her legs drawn up onto the couch and her thighs spread slightly apart, there was a hint of her black pubic hair showing under the skirt. There was a pair of panties the same color as the blouse she wore lying across one of her thighs.

Again her face was obscured by her hair falling forward over most of her face.

A second text message appeared. It said, I just came so hard! I need you.

Brian sent a reply, Come to me now.

A response came after a few moments, Not yet. I'll call you.

He didn't expect a different answer.