The moment was broken with a voice. "We'd like to see you go down on her..." said Helen, somewhat uncertain as if she wasn't sure if it was appropriate. Caroline just spread her legs, and Paul knelt down to position himself under her, knowing as well as she did that this would give the best view for the couple.His wet fingers brushed lightly over her lip; Caroline sighed as his fingers massaged her sex, spreading the moisture of her excitement over her pussy until her labia were glistening in the soft light, only then did he come close to her clit. Rubbing it gently, the first touch making her shudder slightly."Can you play with your breasts?" asked Helen again, this time with more purpose. They were still watching, not making any moves towards each other or towards Caroline or Paul.Caroline's hands came to her breasts, massaging them and tweaking her nipples, as Paul worked her clit with his fingers. He brought his mouth close to her, and she could feel his warm breath teasing he
Work was finished a couple of hours later, and as usual, Caroline went straight to the shower to wash off the sweat of today's work. She thought back over the experience with Paul only a couple of hours ago. Was it the right thing to do? Should she have held out and let someone else take the job instead? Running the event though her mind she felt that familiar warmth in her crotch again and realised that it probably wasn't such a bad thing.As she walked out of the ladies changing rooms she bumped straight into Paul. "Sorry!" she said, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his presence. "No problem," he replied, smiling. "Going home as well?""Yup." "Wanna go for dinner first? I'm starving!" Caroline turned that thought over in her mind. She should really go home. Those good looks could conceal anything. "Why not!" She blurted out. "Damn!""Something wrong?" Paul looked a little confused. "Erm....nothing! Just remembered something, that's all..." Stupid woman! What was she thinking? Well
That the X-suit isn't realistic enough. If it were that realistic, then at least one in every third house would own an X-suit. Even people who didn't like games traditionally could easily be convinced if they found themselves fully immersed in a virtual world. So even though the X-suit has become established worldwide, people within Microsoft have found these statistics to be very unsatisfactory.Thus people like myself and David have been commissioned to develop the next stage of the X-suit; a fully virtual world where you can smell the virtual aftershave while you rub it on, or taste the virtual pork chop when you roll it around your mouth.So why do you think you are here now?"Paul answered before Caroline could. "You've done it haven't you? And who better to test it than X-tors? People who work with the suit day in and day out, and know exactly how it feels and all its different attributes."David and Helen both smiled, "Exactly! We think we're very close now to making it commer
The company paid for the taxi. When Caroline arrived home she still couldn't shake off the feeling of intense disappointment of the whole episode. The chance to be part of a virtual revolution was the first thing in a long time that had made her really excited; she felt like she was someone really important in the grand scheme of things. She wouldn't have to spend the rest of her life acting like a prissy schoolgirl or a horny secretary!With a sigh she stepped into her bathroom and started undressing. Even though she had showered after work she felt like she needed another one, just to relax her and make her feel better. Closing the shower door, she said, "On," and the warm water rushed over her. She closed her eyes, and let it rinse her troubles away."Hello Caroline."Her eyes shot open in shock. David! Turning towards the shower door she could see the outline of his figure standing in her bathroom. "You fucking psycho! What the hell are you doing in my house!" She screamed, tryi
SUMMARYThe protagonist of the story is Rebecca. Rebecca is a single 32 year old woman who lives in an apartment on the lower east coast of Manhattan. This is a low class community so she is not compelled to make conversation with the locals. She works in the accounting department of a Multi-Sector Conglomerate Co-operation. When she goes to work her only friend there is Dian, in their conversations Dian does most of the talking and Rebecca only listens to her and absorbs only very little of the conservation with the occasional head nodding and smile. Rebecca goes straight home after work so Dian is her only human connection during the days that if u would consider their conversations human connection.She only had one boyfriend when she was in her early twenties. Their relationship ended abruptly after he revealed to her he was gay. That explained the awkward sex and only had sex twice in the 6 months they were together. So Rebecca has never really experienced the feel of sexual em
A sight of unappealing underwear greeted her eyes but not her thoughts, they were just fine to her they covered everything and more. One leg at a time she puts on the granny panties and finds some bras that give her beautiful breasts the support they need but not the exposure they crave. Rebecca makes her way to the closest to pick out her uniform which does a great job of complimenting her curvy figure. The brown skirt rests on her hips and lays on her curves perfectly. Her top projects her bust for the glorious mountains they are and wraps around her flat tummy. Her work clothes definitely made her look flattering but her unshaven legs were not as appealing. Despite the fact that stockings were a part of her uniform they did not look so good with the long hairs lying under them. As usual Rebecca packs her paperwork into her portfolio and leaves for work without having breakfast. This is mainly because when you arrive at work early you can get breakfast at the cafeteria for a m
The feeling of her juices rubbing against her legs forced Rebecca to remember the experience Dian just shared with her. It’s a good thing she was wearing big enough underwear to soak up the juices her vagina was producing because without it her skirt would appear wet. Rebecca’s work process was slowed up due her reminiscing on the story and how wet it had made her. She was painting graphic images in her mind of the experience and the feelings that would follow. She is quickly pulled from such thoughts with more pressing matters at hand, finishing the invoices that are due the following day and holding up to her obligations and never handing in her work past the due date. It is now 5 o'clock pm therefore its clocking out time, going home with no paperwork, a rare scenario seeing that it only happens once a week for Rebecca. Rebecca wastes no time in clocking out her time card and tries to make interactions with her coworkers as minimal as possible on her way to exit the building.
There is a very small amount of sun peeking through the side cracks of the window, the annoying ringing of the alarm goes off it did not even ring for a millisecond when Rebecca stopped it. She was already awake before the clock went off because she fell asleep earlier than usual. The feeling of rejuvenation radiated through Rebecca’s body and woke up with her mind at ease and felt like a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. This has never been easy to accomplish given the fact that she has always been an uptight and always on time individual. A genuine smile covered her face from cheek to cheek; this was a rare moment like Haley’s Comet. “Will there be consequences to my actions, will I now become slaves to my emotions. Have I succumbed to the pleasures of the world as my aunt and uncle warned me about, oh my God what have I done have I opened Pandora’s Box. Have I desensitized my body to the untamed pleasures of the world?” Rebecca’s thoughts quickly wiped the smile o