In Search of What? by ConELingus..,
One
It had been very quiet in the shop since I’d taken over the minding of it while the owner, my lover, my life, went out for supplies. With nothing else to occupy it my mind drifted back to our intense fucking of the previous night. The memories; the hand and fingers on and in my cunt, the lips on my nipples, the intense orgasm as I pulled against my restraints, the strap stinging my bum as the blows rained down.
I sat on the stool behind the counter, the sudden flash of pain from my bruised bum making me wince almost out loud. The remembered pain only served to remind me that I was still aroused. I had woken up ready for more sex but my lover had already got out of bed to open the shop, so I’d made coffee and taken it downstairs. We didn’t talk much but there were a few deep looks as the morning’s preparations were made. Then I was left alone to mind the shop while supplies were fetched and my mind wandered back to the previous night’s events. This put me in a strangely detached state of mind, so when a customer entered the shop I was slow to respond and when I did so it was in a dreamy, slow way. He looked at me strangely, obviously noticing my detachment and a half-smile came to his lips.
“I’d like a dozen red roses, please, Miss.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” I spluttered, trying to pull myself together, “we have some lovely roses in today.” I hurried around the counter to the front of the shop not looking at him, trying to get roses from the beautiful display, then the wrapping paper and elastic bands together.
“Take your time, please. You seem a little flustered. Are you ok?”
“Oh, yes. Of course. I…I’m fine. Really. I was thinking of something else when you came in, that’s all.”
“Must have been something…absorbing, I should think. Only one thing could distract me like that. The memory of a night of passion. Is that it?”
I looked up at him. My expression was enough to tell him he was right, I suppose, because he smiled smugly, almost sneeringly. He had quite an attractive face, and he was well dressed, though in yesterday’s clothes it was apparent from the creases in his shirt. But his attitude was bordering on arrogance. To my horror I found his impertinence exciting. I struggled to steady my voice as I asked,
“Is there a message, sir?”
“Yes, just put ‘You were wonderful. Love James’. That’ll do it.”
Feeling more and more uncomfortable because I was so turned on I wrapped the flowers and wrote out the message as quickly and as neatly as I could.
“Here you are, sir,” I said half-hating half-loving the way saying ‘sir’ to this self-satisfied man added to my arousal.
“Send them here, please,” he replied, giving me a piece of paper with a name and address on it. “You know, I’ve always found that the best way to throw off the lingering effects of a good sexual encounter is with more sex.”
I stared at him open-mouthed. He reached across the counter and took my chin in his hand, stroking my face with his thumb.
“I could soothe that troubled body for you.”
The moment seemed to lengthen. I looked into his eyes; I felt tingling in my cunt, my nipples came alive. Allowing my hormones to make a decision, I walked round to the front of the store, locked the door and turned the sign around from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’. I walked unsteadily to the door behind the counter and went through it casting a look over my shoulder as I went. He read the look correctly and followed me into the small kitchen area behind the shop.
Before I could change my mind I slipped off my panties, dropped them on the floor and stood waiting as he came close. He slowly put his arms round me, his hands running over my body down my thighs and then up again inside my skirt. He squeezed my bum, quite gently. I gasped but was able to suppress a loud wince at the pain. He pushed me against the counter lifting my skirt up and bunching it around my waist as he undid his trousers. His cock was already upright and hard. He felt my cunt and grinned when he realised how wet I was. As he moved closer I spread my legs. He took one of my thighs and raised it, holding me up at the same time, so he could enter me. He took only two thrusts to get fully in, then immediately began pumping away, firmly but not brutally. I hung on, closed my eyes and let it happen. I think I came three times in what seemed like half-an-hour of fucking, but was probably no more than five minutes. When he came, quite explosively, we stood still and silent for half-a-minute or so, then he calmly withdrew, tucked himself back in to his trousers, kissed me lightly on the lips and left. I didn’t move for several minutes. My blood was still racing, my heart still pounding. When I’d come back down to Earth, I used some kitchen roll to clean myself up as best as I could, put my damp panties back on and re-opened the shop. Then I realised he hadn’t paid for the roses!
I’d never done anything like that before. I’m no virgin, but casual sex has never been my thing. And sex with a total stranger! What got into me? “His cock”, a small voice inside my head whispered. I giggled. Then I giggled again. I was still giggling to myself when my darling Kathy, the owner of the shop appeared.
“God, what a pain, that nursery is! They always make everything so difficult! Give me a hand to unload will you darling?” She stopped and looked at me. “Why are you looking like that?” She came closer peering into my eyes. She can always read me easily. “I know that face. That’s your ‘I’ve just been fucked’ face! What’s been going on?”
I couldn’t answer. I just stood there with a silly grin on my face. Kathy walked over to me, lifted my skirt, pushed her hand down my panties and slipped a finger into my cunt. When she pulled it out it had semen on it.
“You little slut! You’ve fucked someone! A man! Who was it?”
“I don’t know. His name might have been James, but I doubt that was his real name,” I said dreamily and haltingly. “He came in and asked for some roses. I had been thinking about us last night. What we did. I got turned on. So much that I lost my grip on reality a little. He…he appeared just at the crucial moment. Any later and I’d have been in control. But I…I was in a sort of dreamland, ready for it and he offered it. I..I..” I petered out.
“Jesus! I was gone less than an hour!” She stood looking at me, not angrily, I thought, but certainly shocked.”You silly cow!” She paced around the shop a little then turned back to me. I was still unable to think clearly. “Right. Go upstairs, run a bath and get in it. I’ll close up early and then I’ll come up. Go on! We’ll discuss what this means later. You realise there will be consequences, don’t you?”
Two
I did what I was told. I always do what I’m told by Kathy. That’s a large part of our relationship. She’s the dominant one. I’m not one of these silly submissives you read about on cheap porn sites. There’s no ‘Yes, Mistress’ or slave collars or anything like that. It’s just that she is a strong personality and falling in with her wishes makes me feel good. It always has done since we met at University. She’s two years older than me. We met at one of her ‘gatherings’ for new female students. Ostensibly it was to settle us into the college in a friendly female environment. Actually it was so she and her cohorts could check out the new talent. I was a virgin at that time. Apart from a few unsatisfying snogging sessions, I was completely untouched. I assumed I was straight, but when Kathy approached, smiling, I felt a strong attraction right away. I didn’t realise it was sexual at first, I just thought she was a wonderful beautiful, confident young woman. That first meeting at their gathering was followed by more. We met in the canteen and around the campus. One evening, she asked if I wanted to join her and her friends in the Student’s Union bar. They were a nice, fun mixed crowd but I only had eyes for Kathy, barely noticing the others. I was thrilled when she asked me out for a drink with her. I was even more thrilled when I discovered it would be just her. Was it a date? I didn’t know but I found myself hoping it was. I dressed as well as I could for the occasion in a short tartan skirt, a simple white shirt with my sexiest bra and pants set underneath them and white heels. Kathy turned up looking gorgeous in a bias-cut off-the-shoulder dress. I gaped at her as she walked like a 1940s vamp or something over to where I was sitting “Hi! You look gorgeous! ”
“I…you…erm,” I spluttered stupidly.
“Relax darling. What are you drinking? I’ll get another one.”
We talked about our courses, people we knew, the staff, all the things people talk about when they’re just waiting for something to happen and they both know it will.
“It’s dead here, why don’t we go back to my place and just…chill?” she asked, with sex in her eyes.
“I…I’d like that. Yes.”
We walked to her place hand-in-hand, my heart racing. I knew she was going to seduce me. I wanted it. She helped me off with my coat as we entered her flat, saying, “You’re so petite. I could keep you in my pocket!” I am small, just five-feet tall. Kathy’s almost a foot taller. Normally I’d resent my smallness being referred to, but it felt good coming from Kathy. She took my face in her hands and said “You’re so ridiculously pretty! I can’t wait to..”, she kissed me. I knew instantly that it was right. My first thought was, “Why haven’t we done this before?” I had no idea how to proceed so I let her take the lead. She kissed me hard, her tongue probing in my mouth. I sucked on it, my arms around her neck. After just a few minutes in the clinch I felt her hand on my breast. I made what I hoped were appreciative noises. She squeezed quite hard and my nipple responded. She felt it rise and tweaked it through my clothing. I kissed her back as hard as I could. Next instant she was removing my shirt. I struggled out of it and my bra fell off, my tits wobbling as they fell out. Kathy must have undone the bra as I was pulling off my shirt. Her mouth clamped onto my tit and instantly her hand was up my skirt and between my legs. She rubbed my cunt through my panties for about ten seconds, then she was unzipping my skirt and pulling it off. I kicked off my shoes off as she dragged my knickers down too. So there I was, naked, my chest heaving making my c-cup tits bounce, my legs apart with Kathy’s hand on my cunt, her fingers poised to push inside me. She was still fully dressed, as cool as ever smiling at me as she led me to the settee.