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Authors: Victoria Blisse

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‘I'm sorry,' I gasp. He kisses away from my lips to my ear, ‘I can't believe I was so insensitive.'

‘It's OK,' he whispers between nibbles along my neck and collarbone, ‘I am glad you're letting me wear it now but I decided downstairs that a suit was not worth losing you over.'

‘But it's more than a suit, I realise that now,'

‘Hush, it's done with. You know, I know and now I want to make love to the most beautiful woman in all the world.'

It's not the number one reason why I love him, but his way with words is definitely up there in the top ten reasons I desire him so much. And then there's the thing he does with his mouth just in the dip of my neck that he's doing right now and it's turning my whole body to silken liquid and any kind of thought, any kind of ability to string together a sentence just goes out of the window. All I can think about is his body and its proximity to mine.

The night shirt that parts us is disposed of quickly. I pull his t-shirt over his head and return his kisses, down his smooth neck, across his broad chest and over his racing heart. Joe lifts my chin and our gazes meet. He smiles as I smile and we bring our mouths together in a kiss of joy that fills me with such a contented sense of wellbeing I never want it to end.

‘I love you,' he mumbles, his lips close to mine. His hands wander up and down my body. He caresses my hips, my side, my breasts and down over my stomach. I'm getting better at accepting the fact he loves me as I am but I still feel the odd moment of anxiety about my curves. His excited moans erase all doubt as his fingers trace down between my thighs. My back is on the bed now, he leans over me, pressing me deeper into the bed and his fingers slip between my damp lips and inside of me.

He rocks his hand back and forward so exquisitely that I whimper and stretch up to feel his lips against mine again. As he finger fucks me our mouths make love. His tongue probes like his fingers do and my lips open wide to him. Both sets are plump and ripe and ache so perfectly that I want more, I need more. I need satisfaction.

He reads my thoughts or maybe his desires just match mine as he pulls away from me to loosen himself from his trousers. I wait impatiently. My thighs part of their own accord, eager for what I know is to come. Joe moves himself between my legs, he poises himself above me and I reach up to caress his cheek. He smiles down at me and pushes his pelvis forward. He knows me so well and we fit together so perfectly that he slides into me with just a slight adjustment to the angle of his hips.

I get the same thrill every time I join with him. I feel the same surge of joy and elation every time he moves within me. Sometimes it burns hot and fast and other times it's slower and less demanding but the core emotion is always the same and always confirms that Joe is the man I am meant to be with.

We move together connected by a need that directs our moves. Our eyes close and flicker open, sometimes our gazes cross. Sometimes I feel his lips across my cheek when my eyes are shut and other times I run my fingers through his hair and I watch the pleasure expand across his face.

I slip my hand between us as he moves from one position to another. I know he is close to coming and this time I want to come with him. He groans when he feels my fingers between us. I rub against my clit and feel his thrusts become harder.

‘Leanna, oh, Leanna,' he gasps, I know he has so much more he wants to tell me but I can feel his body tightening in orgasm. I know it is hard to think when your body is flooding with ecstasy, I feel less and less capable of thought the closer I climb to my own peak.

I rub in time with his thrusts and as his pace increases so does mine. I grip my thighs around him and feel the shakes and tremors that lead up to my explosion. I come hard. My body shakes with intense pleasure and I feel Joe still and hear him growl. He shudders and I hold him close to me with the arm that isn't trapped between us. We stay as we are, the pleasure leaks from our bodies and turns to mellow contentment in our bones.

‘Love you,' he whispers, kisses me gently then slips to the bed beside me.

‘Love you too, sweetheart.'

We snuggle together and I drift off to sleep feeling happier than I have in days.

Chapter Two

‘It feels really weird not being in work,' I say as we walk down the high street hand in hand.

‘It's a good weird though, right?' Joe replies with a smile.

‘Oh yeah, I could get used to this.' I squeeze his hand and laugh.

‘Well, I got an email this morning from Simon Jacks, so maybe you'll be able to get used to it.'

‘What do you mean?' I ask, looking confused. ‘Who's Simon Jacks?'

‘He's my old boss's boss. The big cheese, the company head.'

‘Oh, right. So why did he email you?'

‘Well, if you'd give me a moment, I'd explain,' he chuckles. ‘He just found out that I'd been sacked, Ross, my old boss, hadn't bothered to tell him. Anyway, long story short he wants to interview me for a position but the interviews aren't till next month. He can't guarantee me the position, though he said I'd have a really good chance if I went for it.'

‘Joe, that's great. But what about your old boss? Surely he won't just let this happen?'

‘If I get this job, I'd be higher up than him, he'd have no choice but to accept it.'

‘You'd still be here in Manchester, right? It's not a job in the US, is it?'

‘I'd be right here in the UK. I'd be based in Manchester, in fact. There would be a fair bit of travelling involved but I'd always be coming home to you. But I have to actually go for an interview first, hope he still wants me.'

‘Well, you might as well go for it. It sounds like just the kind of thing you were looking for.'

‘Yeah, yeah it is. I wasn't going to mention it, I was going to keep it to myself but as it's the most positive news we've had in ages I just had to share. The interview is on the day before our wedding, with any luck I should be starting my new job not long after and you will be able to cut your shifts at the supermarket and, hopefully, in time stop working there altogether!'

‘Wow, that's brilliant but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, right? There's still some loops for you to jump through.'

‘I know, I know.' Joe sighs. ‘I'm going to do my best this time, Leanna, I want this job so bad.'

‘I know you do.' I kiss his cheek. ‘Now, how do you fancy a walk around the park while the sun is shining?'

‘That sounds lovely,' he replies. ‘Much more fun than shirt and tie shopping.'

‘Oh, hush. I had to get you something new to wear on your big day and I was not going to let you come out and pick it yourself.'

‘Why ever not?' he gasps with mock affront.

‘All I can say is I remember the whole blue shirt and red tie ensemble you wore on a date not so long ago.'

‘But I like blue and red. Superman wears blue and red and so does Spiderman.'

‘Yeah, well, news flash   you're not either of those and red and blue don't go together unless you're a cartoon character.'

‘Spoilsport.' He pouts. ‘I thought it looked stylish.'

‘No, the plain white shirt with the lilac tie to match my flowers is stylish, love.'

‘Yes, dear,' he sighs.

‘You better get used to using those words, you're going to be saying them a lot once we're married!'

‘Yes, dear.' He sighs even more dramatically. We chuckle and walk hand in hand into the park. The sun is out, the sky is blue and the smell of fresh grass and early summer is all around us. I can hear birds singing, kids playing and even the patient buzz of a bee as it hops from flower to flower in the bed next to me looking for more nectar to snaffle.

The heat from the sun is gentle and warming; by the time midday comes it may well be stifling but now it is just enough to heat me through and to not sweat me out. It's fairly quiet in the park; it usually is on a weekday morning. There are a few little kids on the park with parents and minders and the odd dog walker and jogger. We walk deeper into the lush green of the English garden and the farther away from the kiddies' playground we go the more deserted and quiet it becomes.

‘Leanna, follow me,' Joe says and yanks on my arm. He's holding my hand so I have little choice but to do as he says and veer off the tarmac path and into the undergrowth and bushes. I always loved this park when I was a child and now as an adult because it is an oasis of calm in the midst of a mad city. You can hide away and pretend you're in the middle of the countryside and forget the realities of urban life.

‘Where are we going?' I ask as we duck behind a bush and into a packed area of trees.

‘I don't know, just hush up and follow me.'

I do what I am told and we end up in a grassy nook which is all but cut off from the public pathways. If you look out between the branches you can just see the nearby path but the other way is a brick wall that marks the very back of the public space.

‘What are we doing here?' I ask. Joe puts down the carrier bags containing his new shirt and tie, ‘Joe, what are you playing at?'

‘You'll call me Sir or Master, slut, or you will be punished.'

My heart thumps. So we're playing that game. This is somewhat new; well, very new. Those games have always happened indoors before now. Granted, he's spanked me near the bedroom window a time or two where technically the people over the road could see us but in reality there is still very little chance of being caught.

Out here it's public. If we're caught we could be arrested. It is serious.

‘Bend over and put your hands against the wall,' he says.

‘But we might get caught,' I stammer, seriously worried about what would happen to Lucy if we did get arrested. My mum would kill me too!

‘Hush, girl. I know what I am doing. Rest your hands on the wall.'

I do as I am told, the cold, rough brick a shock to the warm skin of my palms.

He pulls my skirt up and tucks it into itself at the waist. He leans in and whispers, ‘I can see if anyone's coming, I promise I won't let anything bad happen to us. Relax and enjoy. If you aren't enjoying it, shout “Spiderman” and I will stop.'

I smile and nod, remembering the earlier conversation about his obsession with blue and red and putting them together in the most mind-blowing ways.

He straightens up, then pulls my lacy knickers down to my knees. I wore a good pair today in hopes I'd get lucky. I did not ever envision getting
this
lucky, though.

‘This,' he says as he gently slaps one buttock, ‘is for ridiculing my taste in shirts and ties.' He smacks me again a little harder, making more of a noise on impact. I gasp not just because it stings but in case the noise carries to someone's ears beyond the bushes. I am worried but I trust Joe and the thrill of being caught; well, let's just say it's not exaggerated. There is a real surge of arousal when you know you're doing something naughty that you could get in trouble for.

‘And this  ' another whack, harder this time, shakes my other arse cheek ‘  is for bossing me around just then. I am the boss, missy, do you understand?'

He slaps me again and I yelp my response.

‘Yes, sir!'

‘That's what I like to hear.' He cracks his hand over both buttocks. ‘The sound of your flesh warming up, your yelps and those words. All great sounds.'

‘I'm always glad to please you, sir.' I grunt as his spanking continues. I glance to the left of me and bite down on my lip to prevent myself screaming out. That's when I see him, the stranger.

He's not that far away, just the other side of a sparse bush. He is a young guy and from the books scattered around him I guess he's a student. He must notice that I've seen him because he waves his hands in front of him in some kind of surrender gesture.

‘Ow,' I gasp, Joe spanks me again. I am reminded of where we are and what we're doing and I wonder if I should tell Joe we're being watched. Maybe I move my head or something but student dude lifts his narrow finger to his plump lips and his eyes widen. He begs me to take mercy and not stop his show.

I'm pretty certain that the fact he's hot contributes a lot to my decision to keep quiet. He's obviously not dangerous; he's not waving recording equipment at us or trying to call the police to arrest us. He's just a geeky kid enjoying an eyeful of real, sexual activity. I can't deny him this little pleasure and, truthfully, I don't want to. I am enjoying performing for him.

‘Enough punishment for now.' He purrs. ‘I think you've had enough. You're going to be a good girl now, aren't you?'

‘Yes, sir,' I reply, never once taking my eye off my student observer. His hand fumbles around his fly as he keeps his gaze trained on me and, more specifically, my red, punished bottom.

‘OK, good girl, I'm going to give you a treat now. Damn, I really need to give you this treat.'

He pulls down on my buttocks, making me sink to my knees. I now know what kind of treat I am going to get and I lick my lips in anticipation. He stands to the side of me and pulls, none too gently, on my hair to turn me towards him.

‘Show me how much you want your treat.' He commands. He unzips his fly in front of me. I take my cue from him, and pull my T-shirt over my head. All the time I am very aware that student dude will be getting a good eyeful of my round, red bottom and my less than perfect back. I do not have time to worry about that because as soon as my top is off, Joe's cock is in my mouth.

He tastes wonderful. Masculine, meaty and with a hint of sweetness that makes me bob my head back and forward eagerly to take more of him into my mouth. He stretches my lips quite obscenely and I wish that my observer could see just how beautiful I look with my mouth around my lover's dick.

I wonder whether Joe has noticed the student yet and what he'll do when he does see him. I hope he doesn't scare him off. I am enjoying being watched whilst I do what good girls do – please their master.

Joe yanks his cock from my mouth and kneels down. He presses his lips against mine in a hard kiss, then trails across to my ear.

‘Hey, don't freak out,' he whispers, ‘but there is a guy watching us.'

‘I know,' I reply in low tone while nuzzling his neck, ‘I noticed him when you spanked me.'

‘So you don't mind him watching?'

‘No, do you?'

‘Not at all, I find it quite thrilling to show you off to another man.'

He kisses my neck and squeezes my breast causing me to shiver. Then his lips trail up to my ear again.

‘OK, so we're going to give this guy a show. You know the safeword if you want to use it.'

‘Yes, sir,' I say in a clear voice loud enough for the student to hear.

‘Good girl. Now stand up.'

I follow Joe's command though I am a little disappointed. I wanted to lie down or kneel down or something that suggests being fucked. Standing up does not suggest that to me at all.

‘Now put your back against that wall.'

I gasp when the coldness hits my skin and seeps into my body as the rough bricks scratch across my flesh.

‘Now masturbate for me.'

Oh. I realise what Joe's doing and a surge of arousal rolls unstoppably through my limbs.

‘Yes sir,' I reply and wiggle around to try and find the most comfortable position. I spread my feet and arc my back. I run my hand down over my rucked-up skirt to my parted thighs. I glance to the side and I can't see student any more. I'm a little disappointed until I notice that he has just moved around to get a better view of my open pussy.

He smiles as our gazes meet. His cheeks are flushed and his hands are at crotch level but unfortunately I cannot see what they're doing because the stupid little bush is frustratingly bushy in just that important area. I look at Joe and smile lazily.

‘Come on now, slut. Hurry up, someone could catch us any minute now and I'd be really pissed if I'd not got to fuck that gorgeous cunt before someone ruins our fun.'

I slip my fingers into the rough fuzz at my pubis. I push lower and graze over my clit and hiss with the pleasure that shoots through me. I play a little, wanting to give the men a show. Slipping the finger lower, I push it inside me. My plump lips are parted, my arousal shining. I press another finger inside, stretching me out. My clit is screaming for attention but I want to make this last. Also I am very much enjoying teasing the two men who are staring at me.

‘Enough of that,' Joe snaps, making me jump. ‘I need to feel that juicy, amazing cunt around my cock. Turn around.'

Now I am back in the position I started in, my palms against the wall, my arse sticking out. He stands close behind me and I feel his hands on my hips. Our watcher has moved again, back to his original position, except he's standing now and I can see that his fly is open and that his dick is hard. His hand is wrapped around it and I can tell from the red, pained look on his face that he is patiently holding back his orgasm until I have been fucked.

One of Joe's hands lifts off my hip then I feel his fingers between my thighs and a moment after that I feel the head of his cock pushing against my entrance. He slides into me and moves his hands back to my hips.

He's slow at first, getting his bearings and making sure he doesn't pull too far back and break the fuck. I watch the student as Joe gets into his stride. I feel so sexy knowing that my body, my teasing is the cause of his hard-on and that he will come because of me.

And Joe, I have Joe fucking me, giving me all the force I need to moan and grunt with delight. I am so close to the edge, I want to come, but I can't reach down to touch my clit, not without knocking myself out on the wall anyway. Joe must realise what I need because one of his hands snakes down and slips beneath the curve of my stomach to reach my clit. His body curves over mine more and I can hear how ragged his breathing is.

He reaches the spot and just the pressure of his finger is enough to bring me closer to my peak. I close my eyes, and he begins to rub. I've pretty much forgotten where we are. I can barely hear the rustle of leaves or the calls of birds. The roughness of the wall melts away as I come. I do hold in a scream but a muffled grunt escapes me. My legs wobble and then straighten.

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