Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One (2 page)

I felt goose bumps trailing in the wake of
satin as the scarf continued over my décolleté and collarbone.

‘Satin seems to heighten your pleasure,
Xanthe.’

The scarf tightened around my neck briefly
before tracing its way past my jaw and chin. Then it moved over my
nose before finally resting over my eyes.

‘So you won’t be tempted to peak,
Xanthe’

He deftly tied the scarf as a blindfold over
my eyes.

For what seemed like an eternity he made no
sound and no discernable movement. I ached from within, waiting and
hoping he was about to have his wicked way with me. Eventually, I
felt firm fingers grasping both of my ankles. Then the movement
upward began, with fingertips blazing a path simultaneously along
the inside of my calves. The slow movement of his hands showed no
respect for my body’s impatience.

Reaching higher, he paused to caress my
knees. His fingers stayed still whilst his thumbs traced back and
forth along the crease denoting the divide between my lower and
upper legs. Never had a man’s touch felt so exhilarating on these
non-erogenous areas of my body.

As if he could sense my mind willing him to
continue their journey towards my more sensitive regions, his hands
started to move along my upper legs. With his fingers pointing
sideways over my skin in an outward direction, his thumbs were
firmly enclosing my inner thighs. My senses began to tingle with
suggestive glee as his approach came closer to my wetness.

Halting momentarily while he stood, I waited
impatiently for his touch. Once again I could feel the warmth
emanating from his torso as it drew nearer. I held my breath while
I waited for him to reveal whatever he had planned for me.

‘Xanthe: reserved librarian by day, luscious
vixen by night!’

I exhaled. As that breath left me, his hands
reached the top of my legs and encountered the crotch of my
panties. He traced the lace around to their high-cut thigh bands
and deftly hooked his fingers into each side. In one fluid movement
he had dragged the panties down to my still spread feet.

‘I hope the rest of the College Board
doesn’t know what you get up to after hours, Xanthe.’ he
drawled.

‘Lift!’ He indicated he wanted me to take my
leg out of the panties as he manoeuvred them towards my left foot.
After freeing my right leg from my tiny pair of naughty underwear,
he stood again.

‘These are very damp, Xanthe.’ He took what
sounded like a deep sniff ‘They smell divine!’

‘I – I’ words stuck in my throat. My mouth
was completely dry.

‘You’re not usually short of words, Xanthe’
he started to rub what felt like the lace of my panties across my
cheek ‘I have something else in my mind for your mouth. No talking
necessary.’

With that, he shoved my panties in my
mouth.

‘Taste your own juices. Discover what you
are capable of, Xanthe.’

Placed firmly in my mouth, there was enough
room left to mean I had no risk of gagging. Once again I felt satin
on my skin and knew another of my scarves had been brought into
play.

‘This will ensure you get to enjoy your own
very special flavour a little longer’ he spoke in a sardonic tone
as the scarf pulled tight between my teeth and tied around the back
of my head as a gag.

‘Do you want me to have my way with you,
Xanthe?’

I attempted to shout ‘Yes!’ but it turned
into a muffled grunt. So instead I nodded my head rapidly. I wanted
to shout: ‘Please do me! Now! Any way you want to!’

Suddenly those familiar hands were clasping
my buttocks. ‘You have a gorgeous ass, Xanthe!’ His fingers kneaded
the firm roundness of each cheek. Clenching them together and then
stretching them apart.

I thought of breaking from his grip and
turning to face him so I could retaliate, but feared he might stop.
Then it occurred to me that the fear of him stopping this sensuous
play far outweighed the fear of whatever he intended to do to
me.

All of my senses told me I wanted him to
have me. All of my reactions surely were telling him that I wanted
him. His slow and deliberate actions made every touch
exquisite.

I wanted – no I needed to respond and show
him what I could do.

‘Is your ass mine, Xanthe?’

I nodded again.

‘Bend over further and show me how much you
want me to have your ass!’

I moved back slightly away from the bench,
bridging the short distance that he had allowed between our bodies.
I opened my legs a little wider and tilted my butt at an angle to
allow clear access and waited. One hand commenced rubbing in a
circular motion taking in both cheeks, going faster and faster.
Every few rounds a finger would catch on the tightness of my
exposed ass mound. The rubbing motion grew faster and harder until
suddenly they stopped abruptly. The pause seemed to last forever.
Then a loud slap from and open hand landed across my butt cheeks,
vibrating briefly as the sound echoed around the cellar.

‘Does it seem like I am teasing you,
Xanthe?’

I nodded as his hand began its circular
motion once more. Slowly, the direction of his hand as it rubbed my
still tingling backside went lower, until he pointed his fingers
forward and pressed them into the valley between my cheeks.

As I let out a muffled moan, I heard his
breathing become jagged. ‘Ahh! So you do respond to the touch of a
man, Xanthe?’

His touch lingered only momentarily again on
that area of my rear that until tonight had never felt the touch of
another. On reaching my most tender regions his fingers parted into
a scissor formation and began rubbing my vulva. The movement of his
fingers was firm and self-assured, like his every other action so
far: he knew exactly what he was doing!

Instinctively my back arched as if to offer
my womanhood to him, enticing him to explore further and deeper
within.

Finally, those fingers went to work on my
labia. I thought I would cum instantaneously when two fingers were
poked briefly into my pussy between brief stints of working on the
now throbbing surrounding area.

‘Feel how wet you are, Xanthe!’

He removed the hand that had brought me to
the brink and started to wipe my own pussy juices across my
breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn as he went. The feeling,
although tantalizing, was second to the tingling that he had
created deep within me.

I wanted more. I could hardly believe it: I
wanted real live cock!

As one hand jiggled my breasts, his other
hand started where the first had left off below. The feel of his
arms embracing my body from behind only served to heighten my
arousal. His torso pressed its own muscular hardness into my back.
I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell him:

‘Oh how I want you! I have no doubts. Right
here and now, I am willing to give you anything you want. Anything
at all!’

Just when I thought I could not get any
wetter and that my erogenous zones could not throb any harder, he
began to insert his fingers in and out of me at a faster pace. Two
fingers became three fingers on the next entry. Soon it was four
fingers and I was sure I would burst from the feeling of fullness
as I felt intimate muscles flex to tighten their grip on his
digits.

He was prolonging my desire in ways I never
imagined possible, leaving me longing for the next stage. I moaned
making sure there was no room for him to doubt how badly I wanted
him.

‘Do you want more, Xanthe?

‘Please! Please!’ I nodded vigorously and
let out several rasped moans. My cries muted by layers of satin and
lace.

‘Shall I show you just what a man can do for
you, Xanthe?’

He stopped his teasing of my body and pushed
his body away from mine.

‘In a moment you will know how it feels,
Xanthe.’

I heard the sound of fabric moving and a
zipper being unzipped. My heart thumped hard in my chest at a speed
that rivalled the throbbing in my pussy.

‘Are you ready, Xanthe?’

‘Oh God! Yes!’ I wanted to scream. The
anticipation was agonising. I knew he was going to take me to
heights hitherto unknown, and I was ready for him and whatever he
had on offer.

I heard faint sounds I could not identify.
Waiting, I enjoyed the feel of my still highly aroused body. When I
heard what sounded like the cellar door, I wondered if he had
invited another. Although I had never tried it, I had always
wondered what a ménage trios would be like. My imagination ran wild
with the possibilities he could bring to any penetration after the
skills he had already demonstrated.

In the silence I strained to hear anything
that would give me a clue of the pleasure to come. The pause was
long enough to make my body conscious of the coldness of the
cellar.

A shiver ran the length of my body reaching
my head just as the realisation struck. I fumbled as I raced to
pull the blindfold off. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light
once more.

In an instance I knew that it had not been
the sound of undressing I had heard. What I had listened to was him
as he dressed and later closed the door behind him.

He was gone.

What Xanthe Did
Next

‘Damn!’ I pressed my foot on the brake.

I had stopped at what seemed to be the tenth
red light of the morning. I had slept through my alarm and was
about to be uncharacteristically late for work.

I had only drifted off sometime after dawn.
My body felt wired after the events of the night before, while my
mind went over and over what had happened.

‘How had he found me and why did he do
that?’ I complained as I slapped my hand on the steering wheel as I
waited for the lights to change.

Everything seemed so surreal in the cold
light of day, but even still my body buzzed every time I thought
about the unexpected private encore that my Webcast performance had
taken.

Guiding my sedan through the tree-lined
entry of the campus, I continued to ponder what my largely
sleep-starved mind had refused to let go in the time since. I
feared the relentless search for answers would drive me crazy. The
question foremost occupying my thoughts: just who was that mystery
man? Why had he planned so carefully to show me glimpses of ecstasy
without following through? What bizarre pleasure could he have
possibly gotten from not going all the way? Surely he had wanted to
fuck me as much as I wanted him to fuck me?

Turning off the ignition, I felt the sense
of sexual confidence and liberation shutting down as quickly as the
engine of my car. Realising how badly I wanted a man came as a
surprise. I did not just want any man: I wanted a particular man,
one I could not even name! Checking the rear view mirror to assess
the circles around my eyes before reaching for my brief case, I
tried to break with this mode of thinking and get into facing the
working day.

Although I enjoyed my job and seemed to have
the respect of my staff, the work sometimes felt like it lacked
challenge. Maybe that was why I had taken to my sexual
thrill-seeking ways: to break out of the predictability of my
life?

‘Oh hell!’ I muttered to myself again. My
encounter with Mystery Man had set off a chain reaction of
deep-thought and introspection, which were the very things I was
trying to escape! On reaching the huge flag-stone floored foyer of
the library building I tried to channel my conservative librarian
persona. Work was going to be almost impossible if I was going to
be completely without focus.

‘Morning!’ I nodded in the direction of the
staff behind the circulation desk and weaving my way through
throngs of students making their way for the public access
computers on the ground floor level, I decided to find an excuse to
hide out in my office for the day. I needed to find my equilibrium
once more.

Heading upstairs through the technical
services and administration departments, I was greeted by various
staff as I went. Fortunately, as ninety-five per cent of the staff
were female I knew there was little risk that Mystery Man was
hiding within their numbers.

‘Xan! I was beginning to think you must have
been ill or something!’ Linda, the blonde whirlwind head of the
administration section welcomed me.

‘No, I just got caught in morning traffic.’
I avoided totally fibbing to Linda, after all traffic was bad. I
just didn’t mention my extra-curricular activities.

‘It wouldn’t hurt if you took a day off once
in a while, you know!’ Linda gave me her weekly lecture for what
seemed the hundredth time, ‘You’re all work and no play!’

Her words always made me laugh inwardly. If
only she knew what I had been getting up to after hours in the
cellar of this very building! Damn! Until last night, I had thought
the secret was mine and mine alone.

I made my way past some book stacks and a
quiet study area for students on my way across to my office at the
far end of the first floor, with Linda struggling to keep up with
my pace. Pausing as I unlocked my office door, I paused to turn to
speak to Linda, her face expressed a look of worry.

‘I really appreciate your concern, but I
promise I am looking after myself. Besides –‘ I eyed the older
woman, who at a youthful forty was only fourteen years older than
myself ‘you are way too young to be my mother and I am old enough
to look after myself!’ I attempted to reassure her.

‘Okay, I know. It is just all those nights
you work back late. You are always the last to leave….oh and
speaking of work: before I forget, here is that budget report you
wanted.’ Linda handed me a thick folder of statistical analysis of
the library’s annual operational budget.

The budget: featuring miles of financial
tables. Just what I needed right now! Boring statistical data
destined to send me back to thoughts of last night. ‘Thanks Linda.
I want to get this report done by the end of the day. Can you hold
my calls? That will give me my only hope of completing the report
before next week’s Board meeting.’