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Andrea stood gazing at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. She had just pulled off her T-shirt and was standing in the little cubical wearing just her panties. Since her breasts weren't all that large she often went without a bra.
She wondered why she hadn't warn a bra that day, she knew that she was going shopping for new clothes, and would've normally put one on for modesty's sake. For a nervous moment, Andrea looked around the booth wondering if there were security cameras or two-way mirrors being used.
She couldn't see anything that looked suspicious, but the thought that some stranger might be looking at her almost nude body, made her feel strangely aroused. This feeling of illicit arousal was happening more and more lately, she realized.
Andrea, at 20, had been married for almost six months, and for a whole year prior to their marriage she had worked very hard to make herself into the perfect woman for him. Never having been a slouch, Andrea nevertheless worked out to tone her body to perfection. She had spent afternoons at the beach perfecting her tan, and even had her teeth whitened so her new husband would have the perfect bride on their wedding night.
Andrea sighed as she looked with satisfaction at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. She HAD perfected her body for her man, and she knew that she looked desirable because there was never a day that some guy wouldn't comment on her looks, or ask her for a date. She was glad that men hit on her; otherwise she would've begun to wonder about herself.
A shadow of unhappiness crossed Andrea's lovely face as she thought about Michael. She had been a virgin when they were married, and she hadn't known exactly what to expect on their wedding night. But she knew that there should have been more than a few kisses and Michael passing out, sprawled across their bed still dressed in his tux.
Since their wedding night, Andrea and Michael had made love exactly 16 times. Andrea made a quick calculation and decided that that was something less than four times a month. She didn't know if that was normal, but she did know that she wanted more, lots more.
Forcing her mind back to the task at hand, Andrea looked one last time at her semi-naked body; wishing that she were in bed with her handsome husband receiving the attention that she craved. Then with a sigh of resignation she slipped the pretty black cocktail dress over her head and adjusted the hem evenly at thigh level. She did a quick pirouette glancing behind herself at her reflection, and she liked what she saw. "If this doesn't do anything for Michael, then nothing will," she thought.
Michael had come home early from work that day, and stood watching as his wife pulled into the driveway. As he watched her unloading her packages from the car, he felt a bit like a voyeur. It made him horny watching his pretty wife going about her daily routine not knowing that he was there. She was dressed in nothing exotic, just jeans and a T-shirt, but he appreciated the body that was underneath those ordinary clothes.
He glanced down and was pleasantly surprised to see that he had an erection. He knew that his wife was less than satisfied with his performance in the sex department. It wasn't anything she had said -- but he could see the look of disappointment in her lovely eyes every time he told her that, 'maybe later' that he wasn't in the mood.
Michael had never been as interested in sex as his buddies while growing up, but it never really mattered until he'd met Andrea. It had been his idea to wait until they were married to have sex -- he was afraid that if he couldn't get it up she might not stay with him. But now that they were married he felt an incredible pressure to perform, and he knew that he was failing.
As he watched his luscious wife walk up the drive his erection shrank and his momentary lust with it. He wanted to take her to bed in the worst way -- he wanted to enjoy that beautiful body that no other man had ever sampled, but the pressure to perform was just too much and he couldn't stay hard.
As Andrea opened the front door her husband was there to help her with the packages.
"Hi sweetie, you're home early," she said in surprise.
"Yeah, the boss told me to take off early so we could get ready for the trip. Did you get everything you needed," Michael asked.
"Yes honey, I bought an outrageously expensive dress for the party, and with my other outfits I think I'll have everything I need."
Andrea was a little worried about their upcoming trip, but refused to let it show. She didn't really want to spend the week between Christmas and New Year's at Michael's boss's place in the mountains. But Michael had said that an invitation to the "mountain home" was something that any employee of Microcosm Inc. would die for. It showed that you had arrived as far as the company was concerned. Only the privileged few were ever invited to the Hanson residence, and an invitation for a whole week meant promotion time, Michael had said.
"When do we leave," Andrea wanted to know.
"I think as soon as possible, it's about a 3-hour drive and the last thing I want is to be late."
Andrea asked, "Do you know who all's going to be there?"
"Just Mr. Hanson, his latest girlfriend, the Bellamy's and us. This will be some real quality time, and I just know that I'm in line for a huge raise. You'll be living high on the hog once this week is over. I expect to get the comptroller's vacancy, which means another hundred grand a year," Michael laughed in delight, the unhappy thoughts of only moments before completely forgotten.
All during the three-hour trip Michael was fun and entertaining. His smiling face, his funny jokes and the love that he obviously felt for her captivated Andrea. She watched his face in the glow of the dash lights as they sped through the dusky evening toward his boss's mountain retreat. He was so animated, so fun loving that Andrea forgot their problems and snuggled close to him as they traveled up the mountain road.
Michael was feeling good, he felt his wife's adoring eyes on him and put his arm around her shoulders, steering with one hand. They laughed and talked about unimportant things.
Andrea who had been frustrated by her husband's lack of response earlier in the day, placed her hand in his lap. To her surprise Michael didn't seem to mind. In the past when she had initiated anything sexual he would tense up, and things would become forced.
Andrea looked at the dash clock. They would be at their destination within the hour. She looked down at her husband's lap and watched as her fingers massaged him to semi-hardness. She so wanted to see him erect, she hadn't gotten enough of him since they were married and she was still curious about a man's sexual parts and how they worked.
With an impish smile on her lovely face Andrea pulled at Michael's zipper, opening his fly, and reached inside.
Michael said in a merry tone, "Whoa, baby! You wanna cause an accident or something!?'"
"No sweetheart, you keep your eyes on the road and I'll keep mine on your lap. If we both do what we're concentrating on then we'll be just fine!"
Andrea dug around in Michael's pants for a moment, fishing out his semi-hard penis. She could barley see the head of it in the dim light from the dash, so she tugged his belt lose and opened his pants wide.
Michael began to feel a little nervous, he knew what his pretty wife had in mind. He wished he'd taken a shower before they had left the house - what if he smelled? What if she was turned off because he wasn't clean?
Andrea looked longingly at Michael's manhood. She didn't get to have it often, but when she did she was instantly wet. She felt so hot that all she wanted to do at that moment was to climb up between Michael and the steering wheel and fuck his brains out, making him have to peer around her as they thrust against each other.
That thought brought Andrea's blood pressure up nicely, as well as her arousal level. 'God, she needed Michael,' she thought, 'Maybe I could get him to stop the car and we could do it in the back seat!'
Then to Andrea's horror, just as she was thinking about fucking her husband in the back seat, she felt his penis begin to shrink in her hand.
'NO! Please NO!' she screamed silently in despair. 'How could he get soft now of all times? Was she so unattractive? What had she done to turn him off?'
Michael felt the familiar shame as his dick flopped around in his wife's hand. She had been massaging him in prelude to giving him oral sex. She'd tried to do that to him once before but it had made him feel too nervous then, and it was having the same effect on him now.
Knowing that he needed to say something, Michael mumbled, "I'm sorry baby, I'm just not in the mood right now, maybe later when we get up the mountain."
Andrea nodded numbly and said, "Sure honey, we'll see how it goes."
The young couple drove on in silence, Michael self- consciously zipping himself up, while Andrea felt the moistness between her legs that only moments before had been molten hot -- begin to cool and feel uncomfortable as she sat in miserable disappointment.
Mr. Hanson greeted the young couple in the drive of his large house tucked away deep within the forest. They had driven a full 20 minutes down his private drive after leaving the county road before noticing the lights that marked the existence of his palatial rustic getaway.
Andrea felt a little overpowered by this bear of a man. He was almost 50 but seemed as powerful as a bull, always talking a little louder, laughing with a little more zest than anyone else around him.
She had met him twice before -- the first time had been at his city apartment when Michael had first been hired. All the young executives where invited to a get- to-know-you dinner with the boss, he had been the picture of solicitude toward her that evening and she'd been impressed.
The second time was when she had come down to the office to bring Michael some papers that he'd left on his home office desk by mistake. Both Andrea and Michael had been surprised that Mr. Hanson had popped into Michael's office to welcome her.
He had taken her hand and squeezed it warmly, then kissing the back of it in the best tradition of a European courtier. Andrea was pleased that he seemed to remember her, and flattered by the attention that he showered on her while she was at the office. He even gave her the VIP tour of the FAB and offices. They both had to change into sterile clothing and wear a shower- cap type of head covering to go into the FAB area.
It was only a week later that Michael had received the invitation to the mountain home. And both of them were impressed by the magnificence of the place. It turned out that Mr. Hanson owned over 1500 acres and about 17 out buildings, as well as the 10,000-sq. ft. main house.
Andrea wasn't surprised that Michael was too tired to do anything that night. She admitted to herself that she would have been shocked if he had. She lay restless in bed beside her husband wishing that he would take her in his arms and make love to her. She felt herself flush as she thought of him thrusting deeply into her, of her legs wrapped around his strong young body, thrusting back at him with matching lust.
Tears rolled down Andrea's soft cheeks as she silently cried herself to sleep.
The early morning sun shown down through the multi- pained windows, spotlighting the handsome young couple sleeping on the big plush bed. And as Lambert Hanson watched them he slowly massaged his aching cock, as he sat in front of the video display.
He could see the object of his new found lust half uncovered, lying sprawled on one side of the bed. She was laying face down, and he could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. He was pleased that there was no tan line on her back, and even more pleased that he'd been right when he'd figured that she had a fabulous body. It was even better in real life that he'd imagined.
Lambert was a little surprised that the young couple hadn't screwed each other the night before. He knew that he wouldn't have missed that chance if he'd been Michael.
He squeezed his fully erect cock again and began to pump it as the handsome young man stirred, waking his pretty wife. He was immensely pleased and aroused when Andrea turned over and sat up.
God, she's beautiful! Lambert wondered how her husband ever got anything done. That body was so perfect, so luscious that he couldn't believe that she was real for a moment. Then she got out of bed and Lambert began to spurt little gobs of come from his raging hardon as he watched her walk to the bathroom.
She was truly perfect in every way, his dream woman. His orgasm was a surprise, more so since he'd fucked his girlfriend Marla twice the night before -- pretending that she was Andrea. He'd watched the young couple ready themselves for bed the night before and had stood there amazed when they just kissed and then turned their backs to each other and turned out the lights.
Lambert had been fired up -- expecting a good show. But when nothing happened between them, he'd gone to bed with an extra big load to expend. Marla had been a little surprised at his intensity, but had accepted his violent lovemaking as part of his unpredictability -- which she enjoyed.
Just then he could hear Marla moving around in the bedroom, and knew that he didn't have much time left. But he could only stare as Andrea came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, drying her hair, and Michael walked past her to take his own shower. 'What was wrong with that limp-dick anyway,' he wondered.
As the week progressed Lambert's little spying act continued to show very little in the way of intimacy between to two beautiful young people. In fact they had made love only once since they had been there, and frankly, it hadn't looked all that satisfying for Andrea.
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