you saying?”
“I was saying that I went down on Tal before the Impulse
started working.”
“So it started working during the blowjob. As you were doing
it.”
He looked up after the question, mostly to read her
expression. Her full mouth curved into a thoughtful pout.
“Yeah, that’s right. Each time I came up, I got a little
hotter.”
John wrote, incremental increase in arousal and
asked, “Is that unusual?”
“To that degree, yes.” Her chair creaked as she shifted her
weight in it. “Kind of like last time, you know? I don’t usually get that
turned-on over a blowjob.”
He underlined increase in arousal . “Did you come?”
Heat bloomed on his skin and he braced himself for more
teasing about how he was blushing. But Grace explained that Tal interrupted her
before either of them reached climax. “I don’t think I was going to come
anyway. Not there.”
John wrote, interruption before climax and drew a
line across the page to divide this part of her narrative from the rest. “What
happened after that?”
“We went into the other room. Tal has an office at the back
of the gym.” John leaned over to take down the counter number on the recorder
and then drew a quick map of Tal’s office as she described it. Inside a large
square, he drew a rectangle for Tal’s desk, a couple of others for his filing
cabinets, a slanted line for the door. He wrote, window in front of the
desk. Grace explained that they were against the desk with the office lights on
when Tal discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skimpy dress,
and among his own observations, John gradually noticed that he was holding his
breath.
“You’re right in front of the window?” he asked.
“That’s right.” Desire made her voice dark and breathy, a
temptation unto itself.
He didn’t dare look up, even if the alternative was focusing
on the images brought to life by her words. “You’ve been in front of the window
before.”
“Couple of times.” She chuckled. “It faces an alley. There’s
not anyone back there in the evenings.”
An alley meant another building facing Tal’s window,
someplace where a person might sit in darkness and watch this spectacle
unfolding as Grace described it. Framed by the window, she would twist and bend
in harmony with Tal’s touch, her head thrown back, her long neck exposed as he
filled his hands with her tender, lush body.
“He pulled off my clothes,” she said. “Almost ripped my bra
off.”
“You’re facing the window now, right?” Damn. He hoped he
sounded like an impartial observer and not someone who was doing his absolute
best to resist a hard-on as he visualized the scene.
“Right. His hands were all over me, hard. I felt his breath
on the back of my neck.” She sighed and the sound went right to his cock. “I
was so wet. I could practically feel my pulse beating in my clit.”
John lifted his glasses enough to rub the bridge of his
nose. He slowly sucked a breath through his teeth. He didn’t dare look at her,
couldn’t stand to know if she noticed the way she was turning him on. “And
then?”
“I bent over for him and he ran his hands over me for just a
second before he started fucking me. He was holding on to my hips so hard, but
it felt so good. And then I looked up at the window and I could see our
reflection there.”
From his imagined vantage point across the alley, John could
see them too. Tal riding her hard as she gripped the desk with her unadorned
nails. Her mouth would be open, her tempting lips parted as she panted and
gasped beneath her lover. John shifted uncomfortably to accommodate the
erection he’d tried so hard to avoid, helpless as Grace’s rich voice seduced
him. When she reached the climax of her story, he could see her arching upward
with delight, her irresistible mouth crying out her release. He made a show of
taking a few notes before he turned to her again.
She was still casually leaning back in the chair, her
“I was saying that I went down on Tal before the Impulse
started working.”
“So it started working during the blowjob. As you were doing
it.”
He looked up after the question, mostly to read her
expression. Her full mouth curved into a thoughtful pout.
“Yeah, that’s right. Each time I came up, I got a little
hotter.”
John wrote, incremental increase in arousal and
asked, “Is that unusual?”
“To that degree, yes.” Her chair creaked as she shifted her
weight in it. “Kind of like last time, you know? I don’t usually get that
turned-on over a blowjob.”
He underlined increase in arousal . “Did you come?”
Heat bloomed on his skin and he braced himself for more
teasing about how he was blushing. But Grace explained that Tal interrupted her
before either of them reached climax. “I don’t think I was going to come
anyway. Not there.”
John wrote, interruption before climax and drew a
line across the page to divide this part of her narrative from the rest. “What
happened after that?”
“We went into the other room. Tal has an office at the back
of the gym.” John leaned over to take down the counter number on the recorder
and then drew a quick map of Tal’s office as she described it. Inside a large
square, he drew a rectangle for Tal’s desk, a couple of others for his filing
cabinets, a slanted line for the door. He wrote, window in front of the
desk. Grace explained that they were against the desk with the office lights on
when Tal discovered that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skimpy dress,
and among his own observations, John gradually noticed that he was holding his
breath.
“You’re right in front of the window?” he asked.
“That’s right.” Desire made her voice dark and breathy, a
temptation unto itself.
He didn’t dare look up, even if the alternative was focusing
on the images brought to life by her words. “You’ve been in front of the window
before.”
“Couple of times.” She chuckled. “It faces an alley. There’s
not anyone back there in the evenings.”
An alley meant another building facing Tal’s window,
someplace where a person might sit in darkness and watch this spectacle
unfolding as Grace described it. Framed by the window, she would twist and bend
in harmony with Tal’s touch, her head thrown back, her long neck exposed as he
filled his hands with her tender, lush body.
“He pulled off my clothes,” she said. “Almost ripped my bra
off.”
“You’re facing the window now, right?” Damn. He hoped he
sounded like an impartial observer and not someone who was doing his absolute
best to resist a hard-on as he visualized the scene.
“Right. His hands were all over me, hard. I felt his breath
on the back of my neck.” She sighed and the sound went right to his cock. “I
was so wet. I could practically feel my pulse beating in my clit.”
John lifted his glasses enough to rub the bridge of his
nose. He slowly sucked a breath through his teeth. He didn’t dare look at her,
couldn’t stand to know if she noticed the way she was turning him on. “And
then?”
“I bent over for him and he ran his hands over me for just a
second before he started fucking me. He was holding on to my hips so hard, but
it felt so good. And then I looked up at the window and I could see our
reflection there.”
From his imagined vantage point across the alley, John could
see them too. Tal riding her hard as she gripped the desk with her unadorned
nails. Her mouth would be open, her tempting lips parted as she panted and
gasped beneath her lover. John shifted uncomfortably to accommodate the
erection he’d tried so hard to avoid, helpless as Grace’s rich voice seduced
him. When she reached the climax of her story, he could see her arching upward
with delight, her irresistible mouth crying out her release. He made a show of
taking a few notes before he turned to her again.
She was still casually leaning back in the chair, her
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