Stephanie part 7: satisfaction

Stephanie bounced up and down on his cock, riding him hard. She leaned back and let him hit her sweet spot. Without warning, he moaned and exploded inside her, but she kept riding despite his cock going limp. “Not now, dammit”, she thought. “Not when I’m so close.” But it was no use. Her husband looked up at her, sweating. “Holy shit, baby” he gasped, laying his head back down. By now his limp dick had slipped out of her. She faked a smile, kissed him on the forehead, and climbed off him. She had practically attacked him the second he had gotten home from his trip, but it had been a bust from the word go. She lavished him with affection, both physical and emotional. The experience with Bryan and left a great aching that only the touch of a man could fill. She desperately wanted it to be him as she had fantasized about so many times since her last chat session with him, but she wasn’t that kind of woman. So when her husband came back, she took him to town, but he only drove her up the street, as the saying goes. Steph didn’t keep any sex toys other than her own two hands, but she desperately wanted something inside her that wouldn’t go flaccid just as she was about to erupt. She decided to shower and pleased herself with her fingers as much as she humanly could. It was going to be a long night.

The next day was Monday, and it was back to business as usual. Or as usual as it could be after the teasing and trading session she had with Bryan could be. She looked for him to walk in, curious to what his reaction would be to seeing her. He did not disappoint. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, and the look he gave her let her know what he was thinking. He looked her up and down and gave a wink. She gave a coy smile back and ran her thumb under the top of her pants, as if to say “you know what’s under these.” He laughed and continued on his way.

They shared some brief chatting and flirting that day, laced with sexual innuendo and hints about isolated areas of the building and parking garage. He made her so hot and wet that she worried her coworkers were going to be able to smell her from a mile away. Bryan intimated more than once that he was glad he didn’t have to stand up in front of anyone, and she kept looking back at the picture of his stiff manhood under his boxers. How she wanted to see it uncovered again like she had that first day. She didn’t know if she would want to touch it, but she wanted to see it. To be near it. She wanted him to see her too. But she also wanted him to touch her. To explore her body with his hands. It was maddening.

This continued throughout the week to varying levels, depending on their moods. Even when they weren’t undressing each other with their eyes, they maintained the friendly rapport they always had. He was a good and honest man with a good heart. He truly cared for her, and she felt like she cared for him too, but that was sometimes just so consumed with desire that it was hard to ignore. On Thursday of that week, they had an exchange that led to an exchange that would change things:

B: I can’t get your undies out of my head.
S: that’s just where I want them. And on my body. These pants would be terrible without them.
B: ha ha ha. I can’t help but wonder…
S: yes?
B: is there.. a matching bra? *blush*
S: there sure is. But I’m not wearing it today. It’s pretty hot.
B: if it’s on you, it is. You could wear a grain sack and be hot.
S: and itchy.
B: I don’t suppose I could see it too? Someday?
S: the grain sack? No. That’s at home in the barn.
B: you know what I meant.
S: ha ha. Yeah. I do. Someday.. maybe. Today’s isn’t sexy. Too bad you aren’t interested in that.
B: oh, I’m always interested. :o I was just talking about what I’ve seen. Matching set and all. You know.
S: I know, I know.
B: I mean, if you want to show me what you have today, sure. I kid.
S: sure you do. Ha ha.
B: I mean. You could always show me.. nature’s bra.
S: huh? Like a leaf?
B: nooooo. More like. You know. The hand bra. Ha ha.
S: oh. Interesting. I’ll think about it. ;)
B: I know I have. Repeatedly.

Steph smiled. It was nice to know he thought of her in a sexual way. She had worried that maybe their picture exchange had gone too far and he might turn back. She had certainly thought about it. But she didn’t want to turn back. She felt like she wanted things to move forward, as scary as that sounded. She wasn’t sure how he felt, but it seemed like he wanted things to progress too. And here was the perfect chance. She slipped off at her first chance and went to the bathroom she shared with the other guards. Luckily, it was a single occupancy, so she could be alone without risk of being caught. She unbuttoned and took her shirt off. She removed her bra, but left her cami on, slipping the straps down. She looked at her boobs in the mirror. They had taken a beating from the years of children and fluctuating weight, but she still felt like they had some perk to them. She cupped them and gave them a bit of a jiggle just for fun. She squeezed them and pinched her nipples. They responded by becoming stiff. She liked the way it felt, so she gave them another squeeze, lightly tugging her nipples. Bryan had started the process, but her underwear suddenly felt wet all over again. She had seen the famed handbra a few times, but hadn’t ever taken one herself. Usually the guys just wanted to see the boobs. She tried a few different poses, but settled on pulling her hair forward, putting her forearm over one and cupping the other. She took a couple of pics to make sure it was to her satisfaction. She decided on one and sent it his way. She was nervous and a bit trembly waiting for his response.

B: Steph… wow. That’s.. wow.
S: you like?
B: yes. Wow. You’re amazing. Those are.. great.
S: *blush* thank you. Most guys just want to see the boobs. Ha ha.
B: I like the subtlety. Damn.
S: oh. I think.. my hand slipped. Oops.
B: WHOA. Is that.. nipple?
S: I think so.
B: ok. I’m hard.
S: maybe you should show me a hand.. jock or something. Ha ha.

She started to put her clothes back on when her phone buzzed. She picked it up and gasped. It was a picture, obviously taken hastily and stealthily, but it was… him. The length of his cock was covered by his hand, but peeking out at one end was his pubic hair, and the other end showed the tip of his thick head. She looked with her jaw slacked. “Damn” was all she could think.

B: you asked for it. Ha ha.
S: I sure did. Wow.
B: is it ok?
S: yes. Very. It looks.. thick.
B: I haven’t had any complaints.
S: that head, I mean. Is the rest of it.. like that?
B: not as thick, but it’s.. consistent.
S: wow. You are proportionate. Ha ha.
B: impressive deserves impressive? Ha ha.

Steph felt like she she wanted more. She needed more. Maybe.. a proportionate response was in order. She reversed course, completely stripping down. She lifted her leg, put her hand under and between her legs, and covered her lips and clit, leaving her growing patch visible. She took a picture and sent it.

B: is this really happening? Is that.. you?
S: sure is. I saw your patch. I figured you should see mine.
B: damn. I.. damn.
S: too much?
B: no. Almost not enough. You’re just.. amazing.
S: thanks. You are too.
B: maybe. But you haven’t seen it all. Maybe it’s too short.
S: I’ve seen your hands. I very much doubt that. If they just barely cover it…
B: you flatter me.
S: not really. My hands are tiny in comparison. It would look huge in them. Maybe that’s why tall guys like small girls.
B: now there’s a thought I’ll never get out of my head.
S: me with my hands on it? Goes both ways.
B: I just have to say it. I’ve found you attractive since the day I met you. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re just so friendly and warm and.. I can’t think of a word other than amazing. You’ve been a good friend and a good comfort to me in some hard times. Thank you.
S: you deserve it. You’ve made me feel beautiful when I haven’t felt it. I owe you a lot too. Someday I hope I can repay it.
B: good thing were decent moral people. Otherwise I might ask you to repay it in an immoral way. Ha ha.
S: good thing I’m a moral woman. Otherwise I’d offer to repay you physically.
B: good thing I’m a moral man. Because I’d be putty in your hands.
S: hard putty. Ha ha
B: no doubt. Seriously hard right now.
S: I saw.
B: you made it that way. Are you proud?
S: strangely, yes. I kind of want to see my handy work. But we’re moral people.
B: some more than others.

Steph had gotten dressed again, and she was sure her coworkers were wondering why she was spending to much time in the bathroom. She was about to leave when her phone buzzed again.. and there it was. A fully uncovered picture of Bryan’s hard cock. It was just as she remembered it, but somehow more impressive. Her heart skipped a beat. Obviously, she was immensely turned on, and impressed. She had seen some dicks in her day, but seeing it here unobscured, it was impressive.

S: wow. That’s nice. Very thick. Damn, Bryan.
B: I couldn’t help it. You just turned me on so much.
S: you deserved it.
B: ugh. It’s going to be a long afternoon.
S: same here. Phew. I think I might take the long walk up and down the stairs in the back of the building to take my mind off things.

No one used the stairs for the most part. Especially the ones between the higher floors to the lower. What’s the point of the stairs when you had high speed elevators, after all. It was a well known slow space that the guards would sometimes hang out in or walk to kill time. No one really seemed to care as long as you were in the lobby for opening and closing hours. She decided to head up there to kill some time now and her her mind off Bryan. She knew his office was close to the top floor, but people from his office rarely or never ventured out to the stairwells. She took the elevator to the top floor and made her way to the stairwell. She walked down a floor and sat on the stairs. She opened her phone and saw a message from Bryan:

B: good plan. Might wander the halls to do the same.

She scrolled up and looked at him again. She felt a craving and longing for him. She wanted to see it. She wanted it. She was startled when she heard the door above her open. She jumped and almost dropped her phone. “Hello” she started to say, and was about to apologize for sitting down on the job, but it was.. him. Her heart raced. Their eyes met. She was sure she was blushing furiously, but she wasn’t alone. He looked around and said “well. This is awkward.” He gave a faint laugh and looked down. There was a frozen moment of palpable awkwardness. Madness, pure madness seized her. “No kissing. No cute stuff. No hugging. Just.. this.” She walked forward and pushed him against the wall. He gasped and whispered “what?” He was shaking like a leaf. She was too, but she was determined. She unbuckled his belt and started undoing his pants and zipper. “Steph” he vaguely whispered and put his hand on the back of her head. He was shaking, but gave no sign of saying no or pushing her off. To the contrary, he lightly grabbed her hair. “You deserve this” she said, as she unzipped his pants and pulled them down. She quickly yanked down his boxers and his cock sprang to life. She watched at it leapt to attention. She was sure it hadn’t been anything but hard since their last chat. She reached out with a trembling hand and touched it. He moaned and melted against the door. She looked down and gave it a stroke with her finger along the shaft. She looked up and saw him moan, then his head moved down and he looked at her. “Fuck. Steph” he said and stroked her hair. She looked up at him, maintaining eye contact while she took him in her hand and began slowly stroking him. She lowered herself slowly to squat down. She looked eye level at his hard cock, staring at it as she stroked it up and down. He looked down at her, almost pleading. She looked him in the eye and kissed his head. She teased his head with her tongue. He stared at her with longing in his eyes. She knew what she wanted. She knew what he wanted. She took him into her mouth. He moaned and gripped her hair as she slipped her mouth down to his balls. She found that even though he was thick, she could take most of him in her mouth. It felt good to have a nice solid, thick cock in her mouth. She had gotten so used to her husband’s unremarkable dick, she had forgotten the thrill of having a new man in her mouth. Not just any man though, this magnificent man who made her feel cute, sexy, beautiful, and all things in between. She wanted to please him. She needed to prove herself. She began bobbing in earnest, her tongue working his shaft and his head. She took his balls gently into her hand and used her other hand and began jerking him off. She looked up at him, locking eyes with him. She knew how important eye contact was for him, as she had looked into those eyes with varying degrees of innocence and lust through the time she had known him, and wanted him to know this was for him and him alone. He moaned and almost whimpered at her touch. She had him. She finally had him. The longing and lusting that began that fateful day in the parking garage had finally brought her here. She bobbed fast, then slow, sucking hard and softly, jerking hard then softly. He moaned appreciatively with the occasional “fuck” or “Steph” mixed in. His breathing got heavy and fast. His eyes closed tight as he looked up and he clenched her hair. She knew he was getting close. She sucked hard and furiously bobbed up and down, the wet sucking and slopping noises getting more intense. His body tensed. She looked up at him. He looked down and said “fuck. I’m gonna cum.” She smiled around his cock and stopped bobbing and furiously pumped with her hand. He groaned. His legs tensed. He gripped her hair. Then he sucked in a breath then grunted. Suddenly her mouth was filled to bursting with his cum. She did her best to use her lips to keep all of it in her mouth, but a dribble escaped past her lower lip. He was like a fire hose, or so it seemed in the moment. “Fuck!” she thought as more dribbled down her chin and she heard a splat hit the ground. His cock pulsed slower and slower as his grip on her hair lessened and he became more limp. She swallowed all that was in her mouth and concentrated on draining him, jerking with her hand and sucking hard on his head. She looked up at hi with a smile. He looked down at her, exhausted. She let him skip from her mouth and stood up. She wiped her chin with her finger, cleaning the cum off of it. She looked him in the eye and put it in her mouth, sucking it dry. He looked he in the eyes. “Steph. Wow. That was.. the best. Ever.” She smiled. “I know” she said. He stroked her hair and they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Thank you” he said. “Thank YOU” she said. She skipped down the stairs with a smile.

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