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Helen got dressed for the ball in the hotel s function
room. As training events go this had been a disaster, it
was supposed to be a residential team building exercise,
only trouble was nobody had bothered to turn up from work.
Half the guys that originally agreed to go had dropped out,
possibly due to a football final being on. A further problem
was that most of the teambuilding exercises were outdoors,
and this morning, and most of yesterday it had rained heavily
and blown a gale. The only reason she had agreed to turn up was because Emma
- Helen s closest friend at work - had insisted that they
would spend most of it drunk and they might even meet a nice
guy. However, a few hours after arriving and deciding that
there were no suitable men around Emma feigned a vague women s
trouble illness so that she could spend the rest of the
day shopping. Emma always one step ahead of the game had
driven her down in her own car rather than taking the minibus
the company had put on, probably anticipating that the
potential to take a sickie and go home early. Helen had
decided that it would look too suspicious if they both left,
and felt obliged to stay and complete the course. Feeling abandoned, and completely lacking in enthusiasm,
Helen slipped into a figure hugging, yet classy, outfit
that she wore to her friend s wedding reception after being
her bridesmaid. Tonight was the last night of teambuilding
with the nerdy guy from accounts and a mixed group of people,
mostly arrogant men, from other companies. After fixing her hair and make up, and feeling genuinely
pleased with her appearance it struck her that despite
looking great, in a lovely hotel - with a free bar - that tonight
would be a complete waste of time. She reached out for the
perfume bottle, but paused, deciding not to waste putting
on her favourite expensive scent, especially as there
was not much left in the bottle. After a quick final check in the mirror she looked over the
bedroom she had been given and sighed. It was a lovely well-furnished
and large room, but it now just made her feel lonely and homesick.
Something about the large double bed appeared to say dirty-weekend ,
but everything else about the weekend was saying waste
of time . There was nobody milling around outside and she got the
lift down on her own. Earlier she had decided to try and avoid
the embarrassing likelihood of sitting on her own looking
at her drink and trying not to look like she was by herself.
She had guessed that she had waited long enough so that most
people would already be on their third drink and the nerdy
guy, that she had decided to sit with at the meal, would already
be there. The lift s doors opened onto a bustle of people and the smell
of cigarette smoke. Small groups of three and four strangers
were scattered all around the room. As she made her way towards
the bar she could hear men congratulating each other on
how well they performed on the stupid tasks they had to do
earlier in the day. A vodka and coke please, she asked the barman.
Everyone else is on doubles. Do you want one? He was holdingup a tall empty glass up for her to see.
Yes, why not, she thought she may as well get a few freedrinks out the company.
She scanned the room looking for the accounts guy; it struckher that she couldn t remember his name, even though he
had made the effort to very politely and formally introduce
himself to her on the first day. A small overweight man in
a shiny suit caught her eye and smiled, then winked suggestively.
She gave him her best blank glare while staring at him. He
got the message and re-joined the conversation with the
group around him as if nothing had happened. She turned back to the bar and found her drink sitting and
the barman busy at the other end of the bar. She picked it
up and sipped at it nervously, while looking for someone,
anyone that she recognised to be a normal human. After looking
through and around the cliques of finance managers, procurement
specialists and health and safety advisors, she decided
that the nerdy guy was not actually here and she would have
to accept that the inevitability that she would have to
introduce herself and make polite conversation to a group
of people that would probably have nothing to talk about
apart from their own boring jobs. After less than five minutes and over half a glass she was
starting to feel very uncomfortable. Hello Helen, it was the guy from accounts. She turned
and to look at him and almost didn t recognise him. He looked
different from how he had always appeared, clean-shaven,
brushed his hair and was well dressed. Hello, she smiled, still unable to recall his name.
You re looking lovely, he looked over her quickly,
but not lecherously as he spoke. Thanks. You scrub up well yourself, she lied, he was
now just a well groomed nerd, who now looked embarrassed
at her compliment. What you drinking? I ll just have a coke. I m going to drive home after the
food. I don t really go for these dinner dance things,
He smiled, they both realised that keeping a conversation
going would be an effort. Helen quickly emptied her glass and asked the barman to
get her another and one for her new best friend for the evening.
So what did you think about the weekend, he tried another
line of conversation. Oh, it was okay, she said, two lies in a short space of
time. Really? I thought it was a pile of shit, he said in a matter
of fact way. Helen was surprised and laughed, You re right. It was
all hopeless. I can t wait to get home. Well like I said I m heading back tonight. I can drop you
off if you want. I ll need to warn you though my car is an old
bucket. Thanks, I ll maybe take you up on that offer, she said
thinking of sleeping in her own bed again. The meal was served in three rapid and pleasant courses.
Helen and Jim - as it turned out he was called - sat together
at a large table of five others that were talking about golf.
She found herself gradually liking him more and more as
the evening went on. It may have been due largely to the drink
she was knocking back or that they both hated the same people
at work. Helen was also pleasantly surprised to discover
that Jim was a goldmine of office gossip and he actually
had a great sense of humour. Had her friend Emma been here
they would never have spoken to him - too far down the company
food chain - but she was really pleased that fate had put
them together under the circumstances. Despite her first
impressions of him, he had really grown on her and she was
now actually finding herself attracted to him. While they were drinking coffee, music could be heard from
the partition that divided the dining area from where the
dance was being held. Tables around them started to empty
as the directors of marketing and human resource managers
felt the urge to get up and dance like they did in the seventies.
Jim was quick to pounce, and verbally assassinate, in a
hushed voice to Helen, one or two of the leading men. To Helen s
delight he singled out Shiny-suit-man that had over-confidently
flirted with her earlier for particularly amusing criticism.
Well, it s been really nice talking to you. He emptied
his cup and made a show of putting his napkin on the table.
Thanks for keeping me company. I hate these things but
my supervisor insisted that I should come along to this,
he smiled. Anyway, I ll head off now. You mentioned earlier about a lift. Could I take you up
on that offer? Yeah, sure no problem, he looked pleased.
I ll get my things together and meet you at receptionin a couple of minutes?
Yes, I ve still got stuff to shove in some bags and I meetyou there, He smiled again and looked at his watch.
Helen returned to her room and quickly packed. Decidingnot to bother getting changed she threw on a large padded
jacket over her slinky evening dress. She laughed at her
reflection, Not sexy, she said to herself. She met Jim at the reception desk, she managed just to overhear
the receptionist presenting him with bill for the Adult
Channel that he had watched last night. He appeared to
blush a little but handed over his Visa card and calmly signed
the bill. She found this amusing as it was the first time
he had lost his cool all night. Are you ready to go then Helen?
Yes. Thanks for taking me back. I couldn t bear the thoughtof being stuck with the living dead in there. Helen realised
that she had not felt the need to tell any little white lies
for hours, and actually enjoyed talking to Jim. They both handed in their keys, lifted their bags and walked
out to the car park. They walked quickly through the rain,
past several BMWs, Mercedes and other executive cars.
They stopped at an old and dented brown Volvo in need of a
wash. I did warn you, he laughed as he opened the boot and dropped
in his bag. I m just glad I ll not have to look at those idiots over
breakfast, after watching them flirt and dance like half-wits
all night. He ran round to the passenger side of the car and opened
the door for her and held it open as the wind tried to force
it shut. You re a gentleman, she lightly touched his elbow
with her hand as she got in. He ran round the car and bounced into his seat, Miserable
night, he said. She caught him glancing at her legs as he put on his seatbelt.
Her skirt had slid back a little due to her hurried entry
into the car, and realised she was showing quit a lot of her
legs above the knee. For some reason it had not really occurred
to her that he would be attracted to her, possibly because
he had not attempted to make any moves on her and had simply
been pleasant all evening. She found herself liking the
idea of him looking at her a little, and decided to leaver
her legs on show. He started the engine and set the wipers to full speed.
The headlights picked up the little flashes of rain that
fell around them. They drove for a while making polite conversation
about work and then about bars and clubs that they had been
to. She watched him closely, each time he changed gear he
glanced down at her long legs, his eyes lingering for a fraction
of a second longer each time. She enjoyed this attention
in an amusing and playful way. She decided to tease him a
little and crossed her legs, letting the fabric ride up
her thighs a little more to reveal a little of the black lace
band that supported her hold-ups. She then decided it let
her shoe from her crossed leg slip off a little and dangle
from her toes. Jim became noticeably agitated and distracted
and started a conversation about the road conditions that
clearly he was using to appear unflustered. She decided
that he was a leg-man and maybe even had a thing for shoes
and feet judging by his reactions. This carried on for several miles; they both knew what was
going on, and both implicitly knew that if it was spoken
about and openly acknowledged, then it would be denied
and would stop leaving a bad atmosphere. Then, suddenly
the atmosphere changed. Fuck, he said under his breath. The car went quiet,
the head-lights cut out and the wipers stopped suddenly
half way across the windscreen. Jim put on the brakes and
they quickly rolled to a stop. What is it?
The battery warning light kept coming on, and then itwould go off again. But this time it s went and died on me.
His anger was clear from the tone in his voice and he tried
to start the engine up but it responded with a coughing noise
each time he turned the key. It must be all the puddles on the road splashing up into
the engine. I ll let it dry for a minute and start again.
Helen was not really concerned about this, she decided
it was probably due to the alcohol, since being in a broken
down car, on a stormy night, in the countryside, with a man
she barely knew would normally be something that would
make her anxious. How long does it normally take to dry off? She asked him
politely. I don t know. It s never done this before, he tried to
start the engine again. You don t have a mobile phone do
you? The engine made more coughing noises. Yes, but it s at my flat.
Mine too. Fuck, then engine coughed quietly, showingno signs of starting.
After five minutes of sporadic bursts of trying and waiting,Jim gave in.
We passed a little cottage further back. I ll phone forhelp or a tow or something, he was clearly angry now. I m
really sorry. I ll be as quick as I can. How far away was it?
A mile, maybe something like that. I m not really sure.I wasn t paying that much attention. I ll be quick.
Helen looked around outside, I ll go with you. I m notsitting out here on my own, her tone was firm, he knew that
it was not up for debate. Okay lets go then.
The wind prevented her from talking, every time she openedher mouth to speak her breath was stolen from her. Besides,
she would have to shout to be heard over the howling wind
and the noise of the rain crashing around her. She walked in silence a few steps behind him for almost half
and hour. She was grateful for her large warm jacket, but
cursed her shoes that were far too impractical for a hike
in bad weather. He was right about there being a cottage,
but it did not look promising. It was a small and ancient
looking building, probably only one room or two small rooms
inside. As she neared she noticed that there were no lights
on inside. Then she became aware - along with a crushing
feeling of failure - there was no wires of any description
coming from the cottage. No electricity, no phone and almost
definitely no people; they had walked through terrible
conditions for nothing. She was ready to turn around but
stood and watched Jim approach the front door. He knocked, waited, knocked again then pushed the door
open a little. He then gestured to her by quickly nodding
his head before pushing the door open further and walking
in. She followed him in and found him standing in the dark taking
his coat off and laughing. The room had a musty smell, but
was dry and made a welcome change from the wind and rain outside.
Want to wait here for a minute and then head back to the car?
He asked. Yes I suppose so.
She heard him moving around in the dark. Then suddenly abroad white beam of light shot out from the corner.
Nice one. I m amazed this works, he said, holding a largetorch and clearly pleased with himself.
Was that in here?
Yes, the light moved around the room. Looks like someonehas left some other stuff here too.
Around the room the torchlight fell on a rolled up sleepingbag, some books, an oil lamp and a small gas stove.
Maybe walkers or somebody use this place on crap nightslike this, he added.
Handy, she said feeling more comfortable.
He light the oil lamp, and adjusted it so that a large flamefilled the room. She noticed that large potato sacks had
been put up over the windows and had been heavily taped down,
probably to prevent drafts. There was no furniture but
the room was dry and considerably warmer than outside.
They both set about looking about the room now that they
could see more clearly. He s a birdwatcher, he sat on the floor and held up a copy
of Twitchers magazine for Helen to see, What a loser.
Jim then chuckled to himself, He seems to really like other
birds, especially tits. He now held up a copy of Double-D
laughing like a schoolboy. He also likes a drink, said Helen holding up a bottle
of whisky that looked like it was almost full. What do you think? Helen pointed the neck of the bottle
over to Jim. Should we camp down here and get drunk? She
smiled. Well, I could leave a note and a bit money to cover the cost,
he grinned back, while flicking through the pages of pictures
of heavy breasted women. Helen took a long swig, straight from the bottle. It tasted
terrible and she swallowed reluctantly and gasped for
air to take away the burning sensation. Are you going to drink that all to yourself then? Jim put
his hand out for the bottle. Helen took another large and
unpleasant mouthful and handed the bottle over. Move over a bit, she sat very close to him on the floor.
We have to share body heat. Jim laughed and swigged from the bottle, the magazine lay
open on his lap and caught Helen s eye. Without a trace of
embarrassment she picked it up and looked at it. Do guys really go for women like that? I mean they re not
even real. Look. Jim looked, between swigs, and grinned
childishly. She remembered how he had looked at her in the car earlier
and how it made her feel. It would be a long night, she thought,
and besides he was the best-looking guy here. Playfully,
she grabbed the bottle from him and swallowed another disgusting
gulp of straight whisky. Are you honestly going to tell me that you guys like women
to be all silicone and big peroxide hair? What about real
women like me, she looked him in the eye, don t you find
me attractive? Oh yes. You re a real babe Helen. A few of the guys have said
that they would have you. Some go more for your pal Emma,
but I ve always said that, given the choice I d have you
over the others any day, Jim grinned and prised the bottle
from her hand. Oh would you now, she pushed him, pretending to be angry.
I m glad that you and that bunch of creeps you work with
have got all of that decided. Saves desperate girlies like
me from having to worry about it, she looked at him again,
holding eye contact longer than normal. Kiss me then you clown, she said. He leaned forward and
gave her a small kiss on the lips. Properly, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him forward.
Her tongue flashed around inside his mouth. She pushed
him onto his back on the floor and then lay on top of him.
I m more attractive than those rubber doll women, aren t
I? Well, I can t really say. I don t know what you look like
really. I hardly know you, he grinned again. Fine then, She stood up, one leg either side of him as
he lay on the floor beneath her. I ll show you. She threw
off her jacket, and slowly unbuttoned her dress while he
watched, no longer smiling. What do you think now? She stood above him, she was wearing
a little black lace bra and pants set and black hold-ups,
glad that she had bothered to put on something nice instead
of her regular weekday knickers. She knew she looked fabulous,
and judging from his wandering eyes in the car that he would
appreciate her appearance. You look fucking gorgeous. Good enough to eat, he smiled
again, obviously feeling more confident. Helen suddenly realised that she was cold, the alcohol
she had consumed that evening had numbed her senses a little,
but now there was no denying it, she was freezing. Helen
became aware of the sound of the wind howling round the stone
cottage, the sound of the rain smashing of the slates. She
could feel goose bumps rise on her arms, and was pleased
by how impressive her nipples looked protruding through
her bra. She felt cold but very sexy. Lets have a look at you then, She sat down on his legs and
reached out for his zip and pulled at the button on his waistband
of his trousers. She opened up the front of is trousers but
had decided that the old stone floor would be too cold for
his bare backside. She could see through his boxer shorts
that he hadn t got an erection yet, and pulled down the front
of the elastic waistband. Something looked out of place
and for a moment she didn t realise what she was looking
at. You ve got your dick pierced!
I know.
But it s pierced right through the end.
Yes, I was there when it was getting done.
But you don t look the sort.
I must be though, it s my cock that we re talking about.
I ve never really seen one before. Pierced I mean, she
smiled. You can touch it if you like, he said.
Is it not sore though?
It hurt like hell when it was getting done. But now it smore just sensitive more than anything else. She reached
forward, cautiously at first, and touched the metal ring
that curved out, and through, the end of his penis. The metal
was cold and the ring could move a little from side to side
as she touched it with her finger-tip. She was so caught
up in the novelty of the piercing that she was surprised
to see that he was getting an erection. I ve got another ring through my ball bag, he pulled
his boxer shorts down further to show a smaller ring coming
from the middle of the base of the skin around his balls.
So what does it feel like? She asked while still moving
around the metal ring in his cock. Well, you know when the dentist uses that scraper thing
on your teeth? It sort of feels sensitive, but not sore,
it s like that but a nice feeling. Touch it if you like.
She found that the tip of her little finger could just fit
under the loop of the ring. He was now fully erect and his
penis was resisting being moved and she could see the skin
around the end of his cock was stretching a little by her
gentle pulling. He moaned a little, That s nice. It hurts a when you do that,
but it s a nice sort of pain. With her other hand she grabbed the shaft of his cock and
started working her hand up and down it while at the same
time tugging on the ring. Her grasp was tight enough to let
the skin around his shaft move around but not too tight.
She was firm and moved her hand in strong and quick motions.
Clearly, she knew how a man liked to be held, just like how
he would do it to himself. She also knew that his piercing
gave him an extra sensation that he enjoyed. He let her carry
on for a few minutes and he could feel his balls tighten and
cock starting to twitch, he was about to come but wanted
to hold back. What about you? He asked, I d really like to go down on
you. She stood up again, leaving him still lying on the floor,
she put her hand out in a gesture meaning that he should stay
where he was. She stepped over him and stood the and slipped
off her knickers, the nylon of her hold-ups offering little
resistance they slid quickly down her legs. Standing again, in the dim light of the cold room she became
conscious of her surroundings again. The storm outside
sounded even more severe, and the wind sounded like it was
trying to destroy the little old cottage the two of them
were in. She stood behind him and picked up her jacket and
slid it under his head on the floor, then quickly she kneeled
over his face before leaning forward onto his body. Her
head was just over his cock and she could feel his warm breath
on the her vagina, she felt a little vulnerable and exposed,
but deeply excited at the same time. He knew exactly what he was to do and started to work his tongue
around the moist lips in front of him. She could feel him
making her wetter with his warm tongue. She leaned forward
and cautiously took the head of his cock, and the metal ring,
into her mouth and worked at it with her lips and tongue.
With her hand she held the ring through the skin of his ball
sack. She pulled on it, tugging the skin attached to the
piercing, he moaned a little to show his appreciation of
her actions. After a few minutes of his gentle licking and kissing she
felt him move his attention down to her clitoris. His hands
moved over her hips and he stroked the base of her back and
then the cheeks of her arse. Gently and lightly he flicked
the tip of his tongue over her little clitoris, producing
in her a warm and exciting sensation. She moved her hips
slightly as he stimulated her. She wanted more, faster
and more pressure. He took her cue from her movements and
licked her firmly building up a rhythm that she was clearly
enjoying. She rocked backwards and forwards to the strokes
of his tongue, she could feel his face nestled deep between
her legs. He also knew what he was doing and she decided to
simply let him carry on and bring her to the orgasm that she
could feel growing inside her. He kept his pace consistent, allowing the sensations to
build into rhythmic waves of pleasure; she suddenly felt
a warm flush despite being almost naked in a cold room in
the middle of a storm. The sensation of his tongue on her
clitoris was becoming greater and more intense. Involuntarily
she found herself letting out a little moan. Suddenly,
it hit her; the muscles in her vagina went into little spasms.
She felt fabulous; it was a feeling of pure pleasure. There
was a tingling sensation in her skin, as if she was lying
in warm sunlight even though she was indoors on a stormy
dark night. She savoured the moment and gave herself over
entirely to the waves of bliss. Then it faded. His attention to her clitoris became lighter and less frequent,
he was aware that she would be more sensitive than ever now,
yet still able to enjoy the feelings in the afterglow of
her orgasm. She wanted to make the most of the moment and desperately
wanted to feel him inside of her, to fill the empty sensation
deep within her hips. She stood again, and was standing
above him with one leg to either side of his head. While still
on his back he reached with one of his hands and held onto
her shoe, then stroked her calf muscle through the nylon
while looking up her long legs, up to her little black triangle
of pubic hair. With his other hand he fumbled in is pocket
and pulled out a wallet. After a few seconds of fumbling
with his wallet he pulled out a small rectangular foil package
and held it up at arms length in above him. Would you put this on me, he smiled.
She ripped open the packet and took out the flimsy rolledup condom and walked around to his side and knelt.
Does it just go on like normal? She asked.
Yes, just slip it on. It s a stronger rubber, so it lltake the ring no problem and be just as safe.
She pulled the condom over his erection and found it wenton more easily than she had anticipated. While still holding
his cock, in one quick movement, she swung one leg over his
hips and sat on him, penetrating herself as she sat down,
secretly pleased with herself that she had successfully
managed to achieve this in one manoeuvre. She rocked backwards and forwards on top of him, sliding
herself up and down the shaft of his cock, taking it fully
inside her. She leaned forward and rose upwards so that
she could feel the hardness of his piercing almost slipping
out of her, she then sank back and down taking the full length
of him deep inside her. He reached forward with his hands
and held onto her hips as she moved, the two of them falling
into a rhythm as they moved together. A cold draught caught her naked back as she moved up and
down on him. The weather outside was savagely beating the
old stone of the cottage. The wind was now making a high-pitched
whistling noise that became louder and quieter with the
strength of the gusts. Their two bodies moved harmoniously together on the floor
of the cottage. The small lamp that sat beside them on floor
cast a dull yellow light around the room and projected a
pornographic shadow show - legs arms, torsos in profile
- of the two of them on the wall. She looked down at him; he lay underneath her rocking hips,
his eyes closed but his face showing an expression of ecstasy.
She was aware that she was really enjoying the moment too.
It was not just sex, this was different for some reason,
it was deeply erotic and the atmosphere was charged with
a primitive sexual electricity. He reached up with his hands and held her breasts; she leaned
forward on his hands enjoying the sensation of pressure.
Her nipples had become hard and incredible sensitive.
She pressed her hands against the back of his while they
still held her. He moved his hands and gently pinched her
nipples between his fingers. She felt a wonderful pleasant
pain. On hearing her sigh with satisfaction he pinched
he nipples again firmly between his fingers. He started moaning in time with each thrust, she knew it
would not be long before he would reach his peak and it would
be all over for her. Helen decided that he she was already
satisfied and would allow him to enjoy the moment. She rocked
faster, taking him deeper and faster inside her. She contracted
the muscles within her hips, squeezing him while he was
inside. Ugh, his body convulsed and he bent at the waist involuntarily.
She continued to move on top of him, mercilessly keeping
up the friction on his cock. Oh oh oh .mmmm. He opened
is eyes and beamed at her, You were great. She continued to rock gently but could feel him gradually
becoming softer inside her. He took her hand as she sat on
him and after a few minutes she moved off him and stood up.
She quickly pulled on her dress and jacket, deliberately
facing away to give him a moment to remove the condom and
clean himself. She turned round to find him not only dressed
and composed looking but also sitting against the wall
drinking from the bottle again. Hellen grabbed the sleeping bag, unrolled it and then
pulled the zip to open it up fully to use as a cover. She sat
next to Jim as close as she could - too preserve heat but also
because she wanted to be beside him - and pulled the sleeping
bag over their legs and slipped one arm around him and grabbed
the bottle with the other hand. Helen, I think I love you.
Helen swallowed and laughed. Fuck off Jim.
Give us the bottle back then.
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