Chapter XVI
The full moon was shining brightly and she had no trouble finding her way. The
grass was covered with dew and the cold droplets clung to her feet and the hem
of her nightgown. She walked over to the statue and cocked her head to one
side, listening. Satisfied that she wasn't being followed she continued through
the old english garden and entered the maze. It was cold and her whole body was
covered with goose bumps. She pulled the nightgown close but the flimsy fabric
gave little protection. She knew the secret route off by heart and in a few
short minutes she entered the small courtyard that lay at the heart of the
maze. In it stood a large oak tree with a bubbling little fountain and a
fish-pond. She walked over to the tree and sat down in a swing that hung from
one of it's branches. She looked down at her chest and smiled at the sight of
her nipples pressing hard against the flimsy fabric. She'd been looking forward
to this all day and by now her whole body was trembling with excitement. There
was a lovely little breeze blowing and she loved the cool feeling as it
evaporated the sweat from her burning body. She sat quietly waiting, swaying
gently to and fro in the swing. It felt so exhilarating to be outside wearing
almost nothing and the longer she waited the more aroused she became.
She was just beginning to wonder if he'd show up when she heard the soft
rustling of leaves. She giggled softly to herself, he'd gotten lost in the maze
again! She knew the route off by heart but he'd only visited it a few times
before and he regularly got lost. She smiled as she listened to his soft
curses. He was moving around out there, but not making any progress. Finally
she could stand it no more and she rose to go look for him.
She found him walking back from a dead-end and immediately they embraced. She
melted right into his body and was immediately greeted by his warm, hard manhood
pressing against her belly. Obviously he'd been looking forward to their
rendezvous as well.
She giggled and suddenly let go. She ran off into the maze with him following
closely be- hind. She loved the feeling of her hair blowing in the wind as she
ran out in front of him. Suddenly she felt her whole body being pulled back as
he managed to grab hold of the nightgown.
With a loud rip it was torn to shreds and she gave a shrill, surprised little
shriek. Before she could recover he had her in his embrace and they fell to the
ground.
She giggled and moaned as they kissed passionately. Her naked body was getting
wet from the dew on the grass but she no longer cared. He lifted her up and
carried her in his arms. She was still very shy and she used her hair and hands
to cover herself. They en- tered the clearing and a small shiver ran up her
back.
He put her down next to the tree and pressed her back up against the rough bark.
She struggled playfully as he quickly grabbed hold of her wrists and tied them
together with a red scarf. The rough bark and her bound wrists drove her to new
heights and she moaned as her breasts ached loudly. He held on to her arms and
his powerful muscles lifted her clear of the ground.
Again she struggled and twisted as he hooked the scarf over an old iron hook in
the trunk of the tree. She was left hanging from her wrists, her feet several
inches off the ground. She looked down and blushed deeply as he admired her
naked and defenseless body. For several seconds he just stood there, his eyes
drinking in the sight of her lovely pale skin. Finally he stepped forward and
his hands found her naked breasts. She moaned and circled his waist with her
legs, pulling him close. His hands squeezed and stroked her chest sending
sparks flying throughout her body. His hands moved down to her arse and
squeezed them hard. She arched her back and was surprised to hear a low, throaty
growl coming from her throat. His hands were everywhere, rubbing her flanks,
finding her breasts, stroking her thighs.
She twisted and turned her wrists inside their bonds, longing to touch herself.
He tried to step back, but she still had his waist clinched in her legs and she
held on for dear life. Suddenly his hand found her sex and she gasped loudly as
his fingers slid smoothly in- side. His fingers wriggled and squirmed inside
her, driving her utterly insane.
Before she realized what had happened he'd twisted himself out of her embrace
and she flopped back against the rough bark of the tree. Her clit was throbbing
loudly and insis- tently and she raised her legs in frustration. He watched her
twisting and turning on the hook, her legs rising and falling as she rubbed her
thighs and calves together. She was so hot and desperate she could cry but she
dared not make a sound for fear of discovery. He slowly and sensually took his
shirt off and the sight of his broad muscular chest made her salivate with
lust. He teased her by slowly pulling off his pants, his eyes never leaving her
heaving breasts. Finally he was naked and she admired his rock hard body, her
eyes drawn to his large cock, standing to proud attention.
She placed the soles of her feet on the trunk and pushed her hips out as far as
they would go, inviting him to take her. Instead he slowly circled the tree,
inspecting her body from all angles. As he came around she tried to reach out
with her feet, hoping to snare him in her legs again. He caught hold of her
ankle and pulled her away from the tree. She struggled playfully, knowing that
it had the same effect on him as it did on her. He stepped closer and pushed
her feet against his manhood, rubbing the sole up and down against his hard,
throbbing heat. She longed to feet the hard heat inside her and she closed her
eyes in impatient desperation, her whole being focused on the sole of her foot.
Suddenly he couldn't wait any more and the next moment he was standing against
her, his cock throb- bing loudly against her sex.
Again she snared him in her legs and she pushed her hips up against him. For a
second he fumbled with his member, his excitement making his body tremble and
his hands clumsy. He managed to gain control of himself and she gasped loudly
as he guided it into her. It went in easily, and he thrust himself in all the
way to the hilt. She closed her eyes and growled as he slowly pumped in and out
while his hands held onto her waist. In a few short minutes they both climaxed
and she couldn't prevent a loud, passionate scream from escaping as she came.
Exhausted he leaned up against her, pinning her against the tree. She cupped her
head in his shoulder and waited for the world to stop spinning, her breasts
rubbing up and down against his chest as she gulped in the cool night air.
Finally they both regained their com- posure and he withdrew, sitting down on
the swing. He leaned up against the rope of the swing and smiled at her, his
eyes droopy and tired. "Well Mrs. DiMarcio, that certainly was exciting, I
think that howl of yours must have woken every servant within a day's ride from
here." She merely grinned back at him, not yet trusting herself to be able to
speak.
He stood up and quickly dressed. As he lifted her from the hook her wrists began
throb- bing and he had to carry her as her legs was still to weak to be of any
use. He covered her with his cloak and she nuzzled in the crook of his arm. "Do
you think my dear," he said, a playful grin on his mouth "that we'll ever learn
to make love in a bed like other newlyweds do?"
From: Nobody@anonymous.net
Subj: New instructions
Put in leave from work for two-week period,
starting 12th of next month.
Sharon sat staring at the screen, her mind racing. Her stomach wound itself up
into a tight little knot.
What did this mean? What was he up to now?
She leaned back and put her feet up.
Two weeks? What did he want her to do during that those two weeks? Could this be
it? Is this finally the meeting she'd been hoping for? She reached over and
pulled a cigarette from a pack lying on the table. She'd never smoked, but
recently she'd had this urge to do something different, something he couldn't
control.
The flame trembled as she lit the cigarette. Her body was already responding to
the pros- pect of a meeting and she couldn't stop the trembling. Nervous
excitement and fear made her jumpy and tense and she forced herself to relax.
After all, the 12th was still almost a month away.
She took a deep drag and blew the smoke out through her nose. It gave her a
strange thrill to be smoking. What would he do if he knew? Would he disapprove?
Would he pun- ish her? She sat staring at the burning coal. If he told her to
stop, would she? She stood up and walked over to the mirror. She folded her
left arm under her breasts and held her right hand in the air next to her head.
She looked like one of those stars in the movies, staring at the mirror
defiantly as the smoke slowly rose in a straight line next to her head. She
even cocked her hips to one side, but the suit resisted her and it wasn't
comfortable.
She was in a strange mood tonight, sexy, nervous, rebellious, adventurous. She
turned around, watching herself in the mirror as she posed. After all this time
the allure of the suit has mostly worn off.
At times she still found it sexy, but it was no longer as exciting as it had
been in the begin- ning. She put the cigarette down and dove into her closet. A
few seconds later she was back in front of the mirror, an ostrich-feather boa
wrapped around her neck. She picked the cigarette up and looked at herself
again. She made her lips nice and pouty and pulled her eyes in a Marilyn Monroe
style.
"I would like to thank all my wonderful fans for nominating me" she said
breathlessly and giggled at herself.
Hmm - something was still missing. She dove back into the closet and pulled out
the red garters and stockings. Although her instructions were to stay naked
while in the flat she felt certain he'd not object to the garters. In a few
short minutes she had them on and she stood in front of the mirror again.
Nope, still something missing.
Back into the closet she dove again and this time she brought out the red
stiletto's. She slipped them on and returned to the mirror.
"To be nominated as the best actress of the year is indeed...." Nope, still not
quite right.
She walked over to the dresser and sat down. She'd only wanted to touch up her
existing make-up but once she got into it she couldn't stop herself. Thick,
long eyebrows. Large, pouty, deep-red lips. Lots of gloss. Plenty of blush. She
crossed her legs and shuddered at the lovely sensation of her nylon-smooth
thighs rubbing against each other. The cold seat at the dresser was lovely on
her naked bum, making her intensely aware of her nu- dity. She finished the
make-up, crossing and re-crossing her legs more often than what was strictly
necessary. She added some of the jewelry from her night at the opera and
returned to the mirror.
"Hmmm - much better."
She struck a pose.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I must say that it is indeed...." Nope - still not 100%
Back to the closet again, this time she returned with the long red opera
gloves.
Ah - much better.
"It is indeed an honor to be here with you tonight." She grinned at herself. She
looked .... silly.
She got another idea and a small tremor of excitement went through her body. She
re- turned to the closet and took a out a little red dress.
She's not worn the garment for ages, it was simply too revealing to be worn over
the suit. She stood in front of the mirror, holding the dress up to her chest.
She longed to put it on, but was afraid. That would clearly be crossing the
instructions she'd been given. If he'd been willing to overlook the garters
he'd certainly not be willing to ignore the dress. But how would he know? All
the windows were closed, the curtains pulled shut. Her front door was locked.
There was no way for him to enforce the rule, since there was no way for him to
know about it.
She stepped into the open back of the dress. She stood like that for quite some
time, the dress circling her calves while she waited for something to happen.
Nothing did. She slowly pulled it up, thoroughly enjoying the sensation as it
rode up her legs. She pushed her arms through the holes in the dress and
smoothed the surface down.
The dress was the most revealing thing she'd ever bought. It was very short,
revealing most of her lovely thighs. It didn't have any zippers or clips, with
the back cut so low that it went down to her waist.
She inspected herself in the mirror and smiled at the image. Although the suit
was sticking out everywhere it actually looked very sexy.
She'd never worn the little number with such a thin waist and it startled her to
realize how much thinner she looked. Her breasts looked spectacular. The fabric
stretched tightly over the extra large domes and they didn't jiggle or move at
all. She turned around and bent over, her arse sticking into the air.
"Oh my Mister Williams - will you look at that! A dime in the middle of the
road!" she said in her best blond bombshell imitation. She grinned back at
herself, her hair tumbling down past her head. If the Pope had been standing
behind her right now he'd be turned into a sinner.
She pulled her chair over to the mirror and sat down. She leaned to one side,
trying to look seductive.
"No, detective, I have no idea who killed him.." She said and crossed her legs
over the other way "And even if I did I wouldn't grnnmf!" The shock came hard,
fast and without any warning. It was the hardest she'd ever been shocked and
already the tears were forming in the corners of her eyes. For a few seconds
she just sat there, trying to get the breath back into her lungs. She jumped up
and grabbed hold of the dress. Wriggling like a worm she worked furiously to
rid herself off the tight garment. The second shock hit just as she had it
around her calves, making her loose her balance and fall over. She kicked
violently and the dress and shoes went flying. She was sobbing into her arms,
her whole body trembling when the third shock hit her.
Instinctively she kicked out and as soon as it was over she jumped to her feet.
She pan- icked and fled to the kitchen in an attempt to get away from the pain
and fear. The fourth shock took her there and she collapsed in a tight little
ball next to the fridge. She was still curled up in a pathetic little ball when
the fifth and final shock hit her.
Sharon's eyes were blurred with tears as she picked up the broken cutlery. For a
long time she'd been huddled into a little ball next to the fridge, too afraid
to move. When she'd fi- nally realized that it was over she'd stood up and
looked around the kitchen in a daze. Slowly a rage had built up inside her,
growing like an evil black monster until her whole being was overcome with it.
She'd gone on the rampage, throwing cutlery and screaming at the walls.
Who the fuck did he think he was! Where did he get off dictating to her! Who
made him God! She'd kill him, she'd fucking kill him! The fucker! The bastard!
The son of a fucking bitch! The next moment she'd caught herself standing at
the front door, her hand on the doorknob. Instantly the rage had fled and a
cold hard shudder of fear and shock had taken over. She'd collapsed on the
floor, sobbing anew.
It was only after another good crying session that she'd noticed the damage
she'd done to her kitchen. Broken cups and saucers lay strewn all over the
place and it was a miracle she wasn't cut to pieces. She'd slowly regained her
composure and started cleaning up the place.
While she worked a startling thought suddenly came to her. How had he known? He
would have had some way of looking at her to see her wearing the dress. That
meant he had the place wired - for all she knew the whole place was filled with
cameras! The thought made her very uncomfortable and afraid. Without realizing
what she was doing her hands moved to cover her privates. She looked around
carefully, but could see noth- ing out of the ordinary. Maybe there were only
cameras on the bedroom? She walked into the bedroom - suddenly feeling like a
stranger in her own home.
Now where did they always hide the cameras in the movies? She looked up at the
air-vent and a chill ran down her spine. She went to the kitchen and got a
screw-driver. Whilst standing on a chair she went to work on the four little
screws. The grill came off to reveal - nothing. She sighed in relief and
replaced the grill.
Where else could it be? Again she scanned the room. Suddenly the whole place
felt for- eign - she could swear somebody was watching her.
Hmmm - What was that black spot on the ceiling? She pulled the chair over and
inspected the ceiling. It was just a spot.
She sat down on the bed and looked around in frustration. She couldn't shake off
the feeling of being watched and yet she couldn't find any sign of the camera.
Finally all she could do was drag her legs up to her body and hug them with her
arms. For a long time she just sat like that, gently swaying from front to
back.
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Sharon sat staring out her office window. She had another week to go before her
holiday and it wouldn't be a moment too soon. Things were really turning sour
at work. A female co-worker had lodged a formal complaint against her boss and
she'd been called to testify as well.
For a while she'd thought they'd win, after all it was two against one. But then
it turned out the co-worker had exaggerated a few of the facts to make her case
seem stronger and she'd been caught out. Now nobody trusted either of their
testimonies and the boss was back in his old position. He's been using every
possible opportunity to make her pay and she was working like a dog.
Then there was Andrew. He'd suddenly started calling her at work and she didn't
know how to handle him. What was she supposed to tell him? That she didn't like
him? He'd know it was a lie. That it would simply not work out? He'd want to
know why not.
So she humored him, making excuses to all his invitations but not saying no
out-right. She felt so guilty about the situation. She knew she had to nip it
in the bud but a large, power- ful part of her liked the attention. It felt good
to be wanted again, to see that look in some- body's eyes and to know what it
meant. The problem was that it was also very frustrating - for both of them.
He'd look deep into her eyes and she'd melt. She'd long to kiss him, to hold
onto his broad chest and pull him close. Instead she'd be forced to look away,
or make a silly joke to diffuse the situation. And then, when the moment had
passed and she could breathe again, then the aching in her berates would be at
it's worst.
She sighed and turned back to the computer. She was working on a large
complicated spreadsheet and it was giving her troubles. Why was it that
computers used such strange symbols and functions to do the simplest little
calculation?
After a few minutes she got a creepy feeling in her neck and she turned around
to see Mark standing in her doorway.
"Uhm - sorry - I didn't want to bother you." he said, blushing deeply.
Yeah, right. You just happened to be standing there staring at my butt.
"Can I come in?" he said when she didn't reply.
No, go away. Leave me alone. I don't have the energy to deal with you as well.
She nodded.
"I've been thinking a lot about you since the opera." he said as he came in, his
hands folded defensively in front of his body. "I was very pleased to find
somebody that shared my interest." She'd been trying to avoid this conversation
for weeks. She'd been keeping as far out of his way as was humanly possible.
She'd really thought he'd have forgotten about that incident by now.
"I know you liked it as much as I did. I could see the passion in your face." he
continued, all the while staring at his feet, which was a good thing or he
might have seen her blush. "I was kinda hoping, that is I was thinking, Uhm
what I mean is.." She couldn't help but smile. He was such a kid.
"I would be honored if you'd go out with me. I would love to show you some more
of the Opera." He sounded as if he'd been rehearsing that line for days. Better
sort this out right now.
"Please sit down Mark. I think it's time we talked." She replied in the same
voice she used with her clients. He sat down gingerly.
"I know you like me, it's glaringly obvious."
He blushed even redder and she began to worry he might hurt himself. How could
there be any blood left for the rest of his body?
"The truth is I like you as well.."
Oh lord, he's face is going to pop!
"But not in that way. You are at least five years my junior."
He was looking up at her, those sad puppy-dog eyes melting her heart.
She softened her tone.
"The truth is that I'm very flattered, but I'm simply not interested."
He nodded, trying to keep a brave face.
"I don't think we should talk to each other any more - It's just going to be too
hard on both of us."
She felt like a old school mistress telling a little boy not to smoke behind the
toilets.
"It's just that, well I mean that.." he stuttered.
Suddenly she had no more patience left over.
"Mark, please leave now. I'm not interested. I will never be interested." She
turned around and pretended to be concentrating on the computer.
After a few seconds of silence she heard him rise and quietly leave the office.
