It’s Thursday night now. Four days have passed. Four days that might have well of been four years for all the age I gained with all the nerves. Maybe I’m being over-dramatic; or just maybe I should be worried about that as well! Zack is in his room, I assume gaming or talking with friends over whichever social network I missed out on by a generation. I shouldn’t gripe as he has been true to his word. Not a word or hinted gaze has alerted Julie to what we did together. I still think about it, both the exhilarating details and the foreboding ones, but I can only assume he is doing the same. Certainly he is not giving me any significant clues as to his intentions; I feel as oblivious as I did when this whole thing began. Julie has gone to bed already as she has an early start tomorrow. I should be asleep as well but sleeping is not as easy as it used to be. So I sit here in the Living Room, waiting for lethargy to overcome anxiety. Bloody typical really; here I am worrying about things that haven’t happened when what has actually happened has had no negative impact whatsoever. Ah fuck this, I’m going to bed.

The next day has dawned; sleep was hard to get but I do feel better for no apparent reason. It is Friday Afternoon and I am currently near the end of my delivery route. There has always been something pleasant about going around to all these different places in what is to me a new body, even if it has been over three years. To be fair I don’t meet as many people as you might imagine what with all the travel. Mostly it is just arrive, ring the doorbell, get no answer, put the delivery somewhere safe, take a moment to be glad I’m not one of those arseholes that just leaves the delivery somewhere ridiculous, gets back in the van to head to my next destination. The odd occurrences when I actually get to meet someone are the filler to the sandwich of my working life. Am I entirely woman to them? Or do I project more of my identity than I appreciate and they suspect? Or am I little more than a robot that might as well have wheels instead of legs for all it matters? Spotting the subtle differences in their behaviour is all the game I need to make each day a fresh experience. I am looking forward to getting home today though. Julie was particularly chipper this morning which will probably mean she’s up to something.

I arrived back home with everyone in attendance. Both Zack and Julie were in good moods which kept my own aloft for the rest of the day. Julie had decided to get some takeaway food delivered which we ate together as a family; it was nice, on multiple levels. I spent some of the time trying to use those same skills in reading people to get an idea as to what Zack was thinking but my efforts were for nought. Before long we had finished and were just vegetating in front of the television. Zack headed to his room so we guessed that was him done for the night so it was just me and Julie. I swear only mere seconds had passed when Julie looked over to me and told me what I should probably have picked up on earlier.

Julie – “How are you feeling then, honey?”

Me – “Good! That was a real nice end to the day.”

Julie – “Good. Must be full of energy now, wouldn’t you say?”

Me – “Well yes I supp- Wait a second, do you want to-“

Julie – “You’re damn right I want to. Zack is distracted to the point we don’t exist any more so that tells me we have time to get down and do some serious loving!”

Me – “Julie, you saucy minx!”

Julie got up and grabbed me by the hand prompting me to stand up as well. We then briskly moved into our bedroom and started removing our clothing as soon as we arrived. Julie was eager and parts of me were already rising to join her. Then, when I stood there with Julie’s sublimely formed naked body posing for my enjoyment, a thought entered my mind. Maybe this activity would be just as attractive to more than just us; maybe it would be too much for another pair of eyes to turn down the chance to see. I quickly figured out I needed a way to subtly prop the door open to allow the trap to be set. I had just my leggings to remove before I too would be completely naked so when Julie turned to get onto the bed I discarded my leggings into the laundry hamper and, oh no, if they didn’t just *accidentally* knock the hamper over so it fell onto the floor against the door. I smiled to myself on the success of my subterfuge, then turned to look at my partner who had positioned herself laying on her front awaiting my embrace.

There she laid; beautiful and unsullied. The curves of her body flowing rapturously from her elegant shoulders down to her supple calves; every meander only adding to the majesty of her form. And she laid there, waiting for me; what fortuitous events had led me to this woman. I glided over to the bed, my naked feminine form punctuated with a surging veneration of my own, and lowered myself down to her feet. Fingertips were first to find their way onto her smooth skin although only rewarded with a gentle caress for their daring. I let them dance across her body as if skating over a frozen pond; every leap announced with a kiss where they fell. They started first at her ankles before gracefully finding their way along the back of her legs, then with increasing intensity they continued their journey across her thighs and towards the target of their affection. I had her body within my whim so marked the crescendo of my performance by moving from delicate teasing to a surging engagement with her timpani. Her moans providing a powerful bassline as I massaged her pliant derriere. Only wanting to suggest at the satisfaction that was to come; I allowed only the briefest of kisses to make contact with her sex before a breath announced their depart.

My own desire was as bubbling to the point of boiling over, almost as much as hers was. I rose quickly, reaching and kissing the back of her neck to herald my arrival. She played to my tune before arousal took her, then she twisted underneath me to look me straight in the eyes. Her body was glowing with desire and her eye’s screamed for me to provide the pleasure for her to succumb to, and I was not going to disappoint. I threw my lips onto hers and kissed her, her mouth acting as a conduit for our love. While doing so I allowed my right hand to track down the contours of her body and upon reaching her smooth thigh, I beckoned it to rise up and around my waist. With all the guidance I required I positioned the peak of my shaft at her entrance, keeping my mounting force at bay while the perfect moment to thrust was beckoning. Only the slightest of touches were hinting at what was to come but I would not have to wait long before it was upon us. With her arousal beyond control she broke our kiss and looked into my eyes, her expression shouting a symphony of unuttered words begging me to give her what she desires. And in that moment I did; thrusting my cock into her vagina, first gradual before accelerating the whole length into her. At last our bodies were one; two equal halves connected by penile link. Not wanting to hold back any longer I began pounding hard into her turning our bodies into a vision of carnal lust. Hands exploring every inch of their partner’s skin, breasts fighting a battle for supremacy they can never lose, lips thirsting for a connection only their opposite can provide. The foreplay had done wonders at surging our respective arousal but still I thrust into her as if time was in short supply. It was at this moment that a thought did intrude into my mind, fighting for space among the animal lust taking up residence in there. I had remembered: the trap! Using what little spare strength I had remaining I lifted my upper body above her, my breasts taking the opportunity to dominate her view, and with a subtle turn of my head I peaked towards the door frame. There standing at the door was… No-one. It seems the vision of our love-making was not able to attract eager eyes from outside the room. For a second I wondered why it could be before the urgency of my bodies activity re-focused me to it. I could feel I was heading to a finish so looked back down to my partner. She was clearly mere moments away from an orgasm of her own so realising I could achieve a synchronised climax I did my best to hold myself back. Seconds seemed like minutes while olympic restraint held myself off until I felt her arrive at the results of my pleasure; and without further hesitation I fired off a climax of my own. I felt every convulsion of her body as I filled her with rope after rope of cum with only willpower stopping the pair of us from shouting our satisfaction to the world. With both of us completely exhausted I fell down alongside her and with the little composure I could muster I grabbed her hand, maintaining a connection even after such an explosive event.

Julie – “Wow. I needed that more than you can know.”

Me – “It’s fair to say there was no hiding that from me, although who am I kidding, I was wanting it just as much.”

Julie – “No shit! Come on, let’s get in the shower. I would quite like to sleep in tomorrow morning so want to wake up fresh when I do.”

Me – “I’ll head in and get the water going then.”

Julie – “I’ll clean up a bit in here first. We weren’t exactly careful with where our clothes ended up there!”

Me – “Good point! Don’t be long.”

With that I got out of bed and grabbed a pair of towels out of the dresser. After first chucking one to Julie I wrapped the other around me and walked to the door. It was there that my thoughts turned back to the hamper. I wonder why he didn’t take the chance to peek at us, we weren’t exactly discreet and the opportunity was there. Maybe he really did decide to keep respecting what we did as a one time thing. But then I was the one who said it so why I am still so bothered by it! I move the thought out of mind before Julie wonders what is holding me up and go to pick up the laundry hamper. Finding it stood up in the hall I reached out to pick it up and put it back in its rightful place before heading to the shower. It wasn’t long before Julie came and joined me, and soon our freshly washed bodies were back in bed getting a good night’s sleep. When I woke up in the morning I found Julie still asleep and smiled to myself as to the life I have now whereby I get to wake up alongside her. For the first time in a while I had the feeling that everything was getting back to normal again. After putting on some work-out clothes, so preparing to do some morning exercise, I moved out into the kitchen. It wasn’t that early in the morning but I got the feeling that I was the only one awake. Not that it bothered me of course, just had the weird feeling you get when a home is more silent than it normally would be. I wasn’t hungry so I went straight to start my exercise routine. I would say I was about half way through when I heard Julie’s phone go off. Minutes of muffled voices later she came out to find me.

Julie – “Morning honey; how are you this morning?”

Me – “I’m doing fine, how about you?”

Julie – “The bloody office rang; seems the alarm went off during the night and they need me to go in and handle the office-check procedures. Means I won’t be back for at least two hours.”

Me – “Well that sounds shitty, can’t they-“

Julie – “No, because then that would be sane; apparently they need a manager there. I know, if it was a break-in then the security system would have gotten the police involved during the night, so this is likely to just be something stupid triggering the sensors. Nevertheless, it means muggins here has to go around checking everything to tick it off.”

Me – “That sucks. Do you want me to do anything while you are gone?”

Julie – “No, that’s OK. I have something in mind for lunch so I’ll sort it out when I am back. I better shoot off now though so I’ll give you a shout when I am back. I’ll let Zack know as well, if he is awake. Buh-bye, honey!”

Me – “See you when you get back!”

And with a rush of air she was gone. I could hear her go into Zack’s room but I couldn’t tell whether they actually spoke or not. I carried on with my workout routine for about thirty minutes before I felt that it was enough for the day. I still managed to get sweaty so not wanting to smell unpleasant for when Julie gets home I decided to jump in the shower. I could see that Julie had shut Zack’s door so I assumed it meant he was still asleep so I just walked straight into the bathroom and removed my clothes. With the shower up to temperature I got myself in and let the water do its magic at cleansing my tightened form. I stood there, with the water falling down upon me, washing over my worked-for curves, oblivious to everything around me; the noises of the outside world getting lost in a wave of self-satisfaction. Deciding I have spent enough time in here I turn the shower off when all of a sudden something catches my eye as I peer over my shoulder.

Me – “Zack! What are you doing here! I’m not wearing any, I mean, what are you doing here?!”

Zack – “I wanted to see you.”

Me – “You have plenty of chances to see me that don’t involve me flashing my arse.”

Zack – “I know, but I wanted to see you now.”

Me – “Well, you’ve seen me, what do you want?”

Zack – “No, I wanted to see you, entirely.”

Me – “What do you mean? Wait. Do you mean…”

Zack – “Yes. I still think about you and what we did together, and I feel strongly that I want to, that I need to, see all of you.”

I stood there, still trying to comprehend the situation, when I felt everything I had been feeling until last night arrive with substantial force. All the questions, and now all the answers, melting into this one decision to make in this one moment. I then did the only thing that I felt compelled to do, that every fibre of my body was ordering myself to act on. I turned around. I stood there facing Zack with my entire body at his mercy. My skin glowing with moisture; the light effervescing off of it to reveal a glowing route across my feminine form, it’s trajectory leading to its masculine end. I would like to say that I was in control, that I was the one deciding how this situation played out, but I couldn’t. I just stood there letting Zack take in everything that he had requested to see. What was he going to do next? A myriad of options and concerns presented themselves but with no obvious conclusion. He was the first to act and what he did still managed to take me by surprise. He started to remove his clothes; first his shirt to reveal his naked chest, then his trousers to unsheathe his youthful legs, then letting his boxers fall to the floor to reveal his hardening phallus. Here he was, standing naked before my own naked body, and clearly enjoying what he sees. Without further hesitation he stepped forward and got into the shower with me; re-activating the water flow with one hand while maintaining a vigil on my face. He had me completely under his control solely through his command of the situation, while I could only wait for his action. The water fell over both of us, glistening our skin as it trickled down our bodies. And with just the right amount of pause Zack leaned towards me, kissing me with gentle authority. The feeling was electric and it had started a feeling that I was not going to let subside. I joined his kiss with my own and soon our bodies were no longer holding back from their desires. I grabbed a hold of him, letting my arms hold him in place while he had his way with my body. I could feel his hands explore every part of me; gliding down my sides, gripping my ass, massaging my breasts, all with lust drenched abandon. There was also something else I could feel, something hardening with every caress of my body, something now pressing into my thigh. I remember what we did before but this was still a new experience for me and nerves were not enough to stop my own from hardening in response. The both of us were connected with no shame or reticence, and we could feel everything. I don’t know how long we danced in our foreplay but it felt like hours. I could hold myself no longer so turned off the shower leaving us standing there as the remaining water drained off us. We looked into each other’s eyes both waiting for the other to act.

This time I was first to take charge; and while our bodies were still damp I grabbed his arm and dragged him out into the bathroom. I looked back at him, giving him one last chance to change the direction this was going in but I could see that he had no intention of doing so. It was all that I needed. The pair of us power walked out into the hall and across into his bedroom. Seeing those crisp sheets only made me visualise what we were going to be doing on them, so they offered no barrier to our intentions. I threw myself to the bed, twisting myself in the air as I did so, and let Zack fall down on top of me. He showed no restraint as to his desires and was so much more confident than the first time for it.

Me – “You know, I was starting to think that you were solely satisfied with the last time.”

Zack – “After what we agreed, I tried to put it out of mind, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more; from wanting you.”

Me – “But I didn’t see you leering at me at all; I had no idea that you were still thinking about me in this way. This, um, may I say, unmistakable way.”

Zack – “Oh I was still watching, I just got better at it. And after seeing you last night I knew there was no way I was going to let it just be a one time thing.”

Me – “You saw us?! But…”

Zack – “As if I was going to pass up the chance!”

Me – “You know, the same rules apply. This must be a secret between us. And it can never be more than what it is.”

Zack – “I know exactly what this is and there is no way I would risk losing it.”

Zack uses the moment to launch his lips into mine, kissing me with all the satisfaction that requited attraction can give. I tried to let my hands regain some control but my body was dancing to his tune. His hands and lips sought out every erogenous zone my body could offer, and throughout I would feel the constant reminder of his lust teasing across my legs and stomach. As much as he was ready to move forward, I too was primed to charge up our love-making session. After marshalling all the strength of will I could muster, I grabbed hold of his physique and rolled him on to his back. There was no surprise or alarm in his face, he knew exactly what needed to happen next and was grinning with its anticipation. As much as I had regained control, it was clear that it was he who was yielding it. I held his gaze for a moment before letting my head drop away following the contours of his body. Every inch of travel was punctuated with a kiss upon his chest, which in turn sent a pulse through his body ending with a flourish through his shaft. It was not long before I was greeted with the rock hard phallus that stood there hardened for it’s desire to be inside me. Part of me thought to tease it; to merely hint at the pleasures that were to come, but my own lust knew better. I plunged down upon it, taking the entire length of it past my lips. I salivated to satisfy this totem to his sexual yearning and it soon shone with the oral attention I provided to it. He was harder than I have ever known and having it fill my mouth was like sucking on a freshly-forged steel rod. I knew his enjoyment was surging but I felt him lean up causing me to stop and look into his eyes. He then guided me to lay down onto my back while he hovered over me. I was lost to his authority and waited with delectable anticipation at what I knew I would be feeling next.

First though he pulled both of my legs up so that they traced the outline of his chest. I laid underneath him; completely under his control, completely naked from my heaving breasts to my rock hard erection. He said nothing, he didn’t need to. It was at this moment that I felt it. There was no gentle teasing or tickling hesitation; just the firm press of his hardened tip against my yielding entrance. After being satisfied at the force required to penetrate me I felt it launch into my body. This time I could not stop myself as I moaned in satisfaction. Every action so far had led to this moment and the anticipation only made it better. He then positioned his body as best he could to be in as much contact with me as possible before starting to thrust into my ass in earnest. I felt every expedition of his cock into my body, then felt its retreat only to launch itself into me anew. And while I would feel his cock thrusting into my ass I would feel his lips kissing mine and my nipples being teased with whatever contact they could get. The feeling was timeless and the arousal, undeniable. It was not long before I could tell that he was approaching his endgame. I was ready to take it but he had a different position in mind. After completely removing himself from my person he put his hands against my hips and guided me to flip over. My body moved to his command even before I was aware I was making the decision to do so and soon as I was on all fours with my pliant ass perfectly presented for his use. I would not wait long as his urgency was driving his actions, and soon I felt his cock go back where it belonged. He held onto my hips with a manly grip while he drove his phallus into my body, it now being a vessel for his lust. I could feel every surging thrust as a precursor for the climax that it was announcing, and that event was not far off.

I no longer knew what stopped my body going limp to his affectations. My breasts bounced with every thrust and my ass sung with every retraction. Then I felt it; the one powerful drive that signalled his completion. He heralded it with a roar but the cum now flooding into my body was announcement enough. I lost track of how long he had been filling me up but eventually he would pull out; breathing deep with his achievement. He then turned and fell back onto the bed next to me, clearly exhausted with his contribution. I did not leave however. Instead I too laid back alongside him. He put his arm around me as I laid there, my full and voluptuous naked body in full display. I was still surging with arousal; breasts swelling with every breath, hardened cock pulsing with every heartbeat. Clarity was reaching him in his post-coital haze but it was not doubt that was besetting him this time. We looked into each others eyes, our gaze representing an unannounced decision that hanged in the air. There was a final barrier to break through and only sheer willpower kept it silent.

*SLAM*

FUCK!!! THE FRONT DOOR!!! The realisation hit us like a tonne of bricks. I shot up to run to the door but then realised that I was completely naked! Zack panicked as well but kept enough composure to start looking for some clothes of his own to put on. I stood there, naked and filled with the results of Zack’s passion, waiting for the door to open and my life to end. Footsteps echoed through the door as they approached it down the hallway. There was nothing I could do. What could I possibly say?! Idea’s rushed through my head before each one would be quashed as being unfeasible. Whatever happened next would decide how the rest of my life would play out from this point. I waited with every second lasting hours and still having no idea just what I would do when that door opened.

Julie – “Morning, Sweetie! I hope you haven’t gone back to sleep in there!”

I looked back at Zack. He was dressed but not looking at all coordinated. I did my best to convey to him to respond but be tactful.

Zack – “…yes… Yes! I’m awake, Mum!”

Julie – “Good! I’ll make some lunch in a minute if you want some.”

Then, in answer to my pleas to whatever deity would save me, I heard her footsteps go past the door and continue down the hall. I would need to act fast. I looked back at Zack and indicated to him to respond as I opened the door when I felt that she had rounded the corner. I stealthily rushed across and into the bathroom, hearing Zack shout a confirmation to Julie in the background. Once inside I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around my body. With my rapid decision-making process still firing on all cylinders I immediately turned around and very audibly opened the bathroom door.

Me – “Welcome back home, Jules. Caught me as I was about to jump in the shower after my work-out; did you want to use the loo before I got in?”

Julie – “Oh hi, honey; thought you might have popped out. No, don’t worry, it’s all yours. The trip in was a complete waste of time. That useless prick, Eric, thought it was a good idea to get two different managers to head into the office so by the time I had got there Andrew had pretty much gotten the procedure completed. Meant I was only there for little more than fifteen minutes but could have not been there at all.”

Me – “Well that’s gutting. At least you’re back now though and we can spend the day together.”

Julie – “I need that! I’ll get some lunch cooked up while you are in the shower.”

Me – “Looking forward to it already!”

As she spoke I looked over to Zack who was also standing in the doorway of his bedroom. We looked at each other and talked through only facial expression. We had dodged a bullet and had gotten away with it but could only count ourselves lucky. I didn’t want to draw any suspicion so got straight into the shower after collecting all the clothes into a pile for me to take out later. The rest of the day was a sea of nerves and doubts but for all intents and purposes Julie appeared none the wiser. Me and Zack tried our best to behave normally but if she was at all suspicious then any odd behaviour would only reinforce it. I had sex with Julie later that night and it is safe to say that the combination of me edging the whole evening and my desire to give her something else to remember from that day provided her with a substantial experience!

It is now the next day. Sunday Morning. I awoke and sat myself up on the bed with Julie asleep beside me. I did not sleep well. I may have had a very physically satisfying day but anxiety compels me to worry. How much did she know? How much did she suspect? Could she know everything and is just holding back until she knows what to do? Could she know nothing and just thinks it was a normal day yesterday. She is not an idiot but if she believed everything as it was presented to her then she would have no reason to be suspicious. And on top of that there is Zack. Just when I thought our relationship had returned to normal we go and do that, and it was so much more this time. Then there was that unanswered and unuttered question. Was he considering wanting more from me, something that only I can offer? We haven’t done anything of that nature yet but maybe he would? I just don’t know what will happen next. It’s safe to say I will have to carry on as normal but then just waiting for things to happen hasn’t failed me yet and as long as I can keep everything together it will be an experience to look forward to.

And there we have it, part two finished. And what is this, is it me, writing this long and unnecessary paragraph, filling this run-on sentence with loads of unneeded words. Why yes it is! It’s me giving you a chance to stop reading so you can avoid the shop talk in the next paragraph that talks about what has been written.

First things first, I can say I didn’t plan on writing a part two (I know, it’s a miracle anything gets done at all what with everything not being planned to happen in the first place…). It was just as I was waiting for the first part to get published (and not having experienced the process before) that I realised there was room for more story and felt the need to write it. I feel that it is not as much of an isolated narrative as the first part was so it very much needs the first part to be read first but if you have then this should be fine. Tried some new things in this story so some of the wording may fall flat but oh well. Also tried to include some undescribed events. I don’t know how obvious it will read but I tried to hint that Zack had moved the laundry hamper to better hide his face when he was watching the protagonist having sex. Hopefully it works well and doesn’t stop making sense if you didn’t pick up on it. It is certainly getting more difficult to not give the protagonist a name but I think I pulled it off. I also have tried to avoid too much physical details to help you insert your own imagination but it might make some details come off a bit shit (Why does “des cri pti ons” get filtered?). I don’t know about a third part yet. There was only meant to be the first part so can’t make any promises. Hope this one is a good read nevertheless. I have options as to where to take the story next but I feel I would only write it on a whim.

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