Making It Work III, a short story by adamsengr. Date added: 2012-06-02. Times viewed: 1863.
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- Intro: Mas, Het, Exhib, SoloF, UST
Making It Work III
Their kiss was sweet and full of promise. Promise that no one would have believed possible after only one night. But it was there; and they both felt it. After showering and searching for her tossed clothing and undergarments, Sheila dressed and watched Shawn as he dressed. Everything he did had a sexual undertone. They had almost made love again in the shower. Just his hands on her, washing her body, and she returning the favor, sent a sexual flush through her. She was still in amazement. Shawn Miller wanted her, Sheila Robertson. She watched as he pulled his linen pants over his firm hips and tied the drawstring. She hadn’t noticed before how manicured his fingernails were; clean, evenly clipped. His hands were smooth and strong, yet gentle on her skin. She felt that familiar tug in her pussy, just thinking about how he touched her. “Are you ready?” She heard Shawn’s voice break through the fog of her lusty thoughts. She cleared her throat “Yes.” She stood quickly, and walked over the door, her four inch heels clinking over the marble floor. “I don’t think I told you how sexy you look.” Shawn grabbed Sheila from behind, and placed a honeyed kiss on her neck. His hands splayed over her belly, his masculinity pressing into her. “No, you didn’t. But, I think you showed me how you felt.” Sheila giggled.
“Huh, did I? I don’t know. I think I can do better.” Shawn turned her around, and kissed her. A just enough kiss, a kiss full of guarantee. Sheila felt her toes curl. Ah, this man! He grabbed her hand, and walked down the hallway to the elevator. “So, where are we going?”
“A little club down the street. Not too many people go here. It’s, ah, private. You have to be a member.”
“A member, huh? Why is that?
Shawn halted. He wanted to take her to Sensual Experiences. He knew she would love it, but he also knew he would have to make her come out of her shell. He had never known a woman so beautiful could be so unaware of it. “Special things can happen and no one would be shocked or surprised. A little turned on, but…you get the idea. And the restaurant area has wonderful food that you can do wonderful things with.” He left it at that. The rest, he would have to show her. He had taken a few of his clients there before, but he knew it would mean so much more with Sheila. He needed to show her how beautiful she was, and that he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
Sheila was lost in her thoughts, as they rode down to the first floor. The short ride wasn’t long enough for her to think too deeply about how being in a relationship with a man like Shawn would affect her. She knew it would be adventurous, but was she ready? He was already taking her to a sex club of some sort. What if he wanted to make love to her while they were there? Or what if he wanted to see her without clothes? What if others saw them? So many what ifs. “It’s time you had a little adventure in your life,” Sheila thought. They walked quickly to Shawn’s sleek, black Mercedes-Benz. He opened the door for her, and slid easily into the driver’s side. Shawn was as competent a driver, as he was a lover. His confidence
radiated from everything he did.
A few minutes later, they pulled up to a small brick building. It was set off of the road so that unless you knew where you were going, you would easily pass it. It was inconspicuous, with no signs with the name of the establishment and no windows, and you could see that the door was locked and secured by entry code. Sheila could feel the anxiety building in her, anxiety mixed with a little excitement. Shawn parked at the back of the building, and turned the ignition off. “Are you ok?” Shawn asked quietly. “We don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. But, I want you to trust me. “ How could he know how she was feeling? She twisted her hands in her lap, and stared down at the floor. “I trust you.” Sheila spoke quietly, almost afraid that if she said it loudly, the reality of what she was about to do might make her courage run, and she behind it. Shawn stepped from the car, and walked over to open the door for her. He pulled her from the car into his arms, and kissed her, playing his tongue over her lips. She could feel the passion building within her. How quickly he could make her go from scared to sexually ravenous. He grabbed her ass, and pressed her into his growing length. He was already losing control, and could easily lean her against the car and wrap her legs around him. No woman had ever made him feel like a wanton beast, but Sheila did. It was one of the reasons he knew she was supposed to be his. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers. “Thank you.” Sheila looked up into his eyes, confusion lacing her own, glazed over by their mounting desire. “For trusting me.” Sheila shook her head.
She followed him to the door, and watched as he keyed in his personal entry code. She knew he must have been there before with other clients. But, tonight he was there with her. That one kiss against the car had pushed every bit of fear to the back of her mind, and she could only concentrate on the wetness between her legs. Her pussy throbbed with unsatisfied lust, and she meant to have Shawn rectify it. No matter if she had to do it in front of a million people. She looked around the entry, and appreciated the fine, upscale décor that didn’t match the shadiness of the outside. Furnished in black and brown, the natural colors were soothing and perfectly matched with the gold and bronze accents. The building seemed quiet, but Sheila thought she could hear moans sneaking down the hallway. Shawn held her hand, and led her down the hall, seemingly following the wonderful smells. As they neared the restaurant, Shawn was greeted by a gentleman in handsomely tailored suit. He was also handsome, and had a beautiful smile to match. “Mr. Miller, so nice to see you again. And welcome to the lovely lady.”
The gentleman’s accent was heavy and sensual, to match the look in his eyes while gazing upon Sheila. Sheila blushed, and stepped behind Shawn. She didn’t know what she was hiding from, perhaps the lustful look in the stranger’s eyes. Only Shawn had ever looked at her that way before, and she wasn’t used to such attention.
Shawn smiled knowingly. If nothing else, Sheila would leave Sensual Experiences knowing how desirable she was. “Nice to see you too, Mason. Do you mind seating us in the middle?”
“As you wish. Follow me please.” Mason led them to the middle of the quaint dining area. The restaurant was very small, holding only fifteen tables; all of which were occupied. Mason pulled Sheila’s seat from the table for her. His hands grazed her shoulders as he gently pushed her closer. Shawn seated himself across from her, with that knowing smile once again on his lips. “Enjoy your evening Shawn.”
“I am sure that I will as well. And you too, lovely lady.” Mason grabbed Sheila’s hand, and placed a kiss upon her knuckles. She felt the tip of his tongue, and without thought, her body reacted to him. She instantly knew how his tongue would feel in her pussy, and she clinched her legs together to keep from moaning. “I just walked in the door, what is this place doing to me?” Sheila thought. She looked at Shawn. He looked as if he could eat her alive, and the pressure between her thighs increased further. They held each other’s gaze, and Sheila wondered what pleasures the night held in store for her. A cute girl walked over to the table. She looked very young, but gorgeous. Her hair was red, and curled down her back. Though she wore makeup, she still looked natural, yet sexy. Her waitress uniform was nothing more than a short black dress, deeply cut in the front to emphasize the curve of her breasts. She was breath-taking in her innocence; an innocence undermined by the huskiness of her voice. “Welcome. My name is Latasha. I will be your server tonight. What can get you to drink?” The way she said “server” let Sheila know that she had more than food on her mind. Shawn cleared his throat. “Sheila, if it’s ok, I would like to order for the both of us.” Sheila nodded her consent. “Latasha, we would like the Chteau Lafite to drink, the shrimp cocktail for an appetizer, the lamb for the entrée, and chocolate fountain fruit for dessert. “ Shawn never took his eyes from Sheila as he ordered their meal. “Very good choices, sir. If there is anything else I can serve, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
With other clients, Shawn would have taken Latasha up on her offer. He loved to watch. But tonight, he would be part of making Sheila unfold in his hands. “All of that sounds delicious. But I don’t know if I could eat right now.” Sheila wanted to climb over the table, and seat herself in Shawn’s lap, taking him deep within her. From the smell, the food promised to be delicious, but she had more appetizing ideas in mind. Like tasting Shawn, making him scream her name. “Please eat. You will need your strength.” Sheila was mesmerized by Shawn’s voice and his gaze upon her. They sat in silence, both anticipating future enjoyment of one another. The food arrived quickly, and they both dug in looking to put an end to their torture. Shawn dipped a king-sized shrimp into the cocktail sauce, and held it over to Sheila. She bit the shrimp, nipping his fingertips. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and felt feminine power exude from her. She never knew she could make a man desire her. Men, if you count Mason’s seductive looks and sly touches. Sheila returned the gesture, holding a shrimp for Shawn. Their play went on for most of the meal. The chocolate fountain dessert was just that. A small miniature fountain was brought to the table, accompanied by a platter of strawberries and pineapples. “Come here.” Shawn’s voice tantalized her senses. She had fulfilled his wishes of eating to gather her strength. Now she wanted the performance to drain it. She walked around the table, and Shawn pulled her onto his lap. “Shawn, what are you doing?” He began to gently rub her exposed thighs. He kissed her softly. “We are the show tonight.”
“What?” Sheila didn’t think she heard him correctly.
“Everyone around you has been patiently waiting on us to finish our meal, so they can watch me make you scream...watch me fuck you.” Sheila glanced around the small dining room. It seemed that all the couples had shifted themselves together to focus on them. As Shawn rubbed her thighs, she could see the men in the room rub the legs of the women sitting beside them. “Shawn…I don’t…”
“You said you trust me.” Sheila looked at him. “I want to show you how beautiful you are. Not just to me, but every man who looks at you tonight, will see what I see. Mason could barely keep his hands off of you. These men will be envious of me. “As Shawn talked, he dipped a juicy strawberry into the dripping milk chocolate fountain, and fed it to her. He allowed her to suck the chocolate and juice from his fingers. As she suckled one hand, the other hand crept slowly up her thigh, up her side, and to her back. She heard the zipper of her dress and felt the coolness of the room as her dress slid down. She sat in Shawn’s lap, exposed from the waist up, her cute bra barely containing the fullness of her breasts. Shawn dipped his finger in the chocolate and rubbed it over the swell of her cleavage. Where his fingers left a chocolate path, his tongue followed. Sheila couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she couldn’t stop it if the building was on fire. Shawn licked the chocolate from her, tickling her skin with flickers of his tongue. Her nipples tightened and strained against the restraining material. He moved her to sit between his legs, as he unhooked her bra. Sheila grabbed her now exposed breasts. Shawn, giving her needed time, placed small kisses up her back, as his hands waited for her comfort to replace hers. Sheila’s excitement and anxiety were at their absolute peak. She held her breasts trying to, but not really wanting to, cover herself. She looked to the door to see Mason standing there, watching her. He held her gaze, and licked his succulent lips. He was rubbing his dick through his pants, and she could clearly see how turned on he was.
Many of the women in the room had climbed onto their men’s laps, and they were enjoying the caresses to their breasts, as their attention was focused on her and Shawn’s next move. She could hear the small moans and whimpers, and wondered what was stopping her from making those sounds? She moved her hands, and Shawn’s instantly replaced them. He flicked her nipples and a damn was released. She felt her juices gushing between her legs and groaned out her acceptance. “Yessss, baby.” She heard Shawn whisper in her ear. He kneaded and played with her nipples, until she could barely sit still in his lap. She wanted to feel him pressed inside of her. She stood and turned in his lap, placing her legs on either side of him. Shawn took her nipples his mouth, and suckled as a starving baby; teasing them, licking them to distraction. Sheila cried out, “ Ahhhhh, Shawn.” She arched her back to give him better access. The combination of exhibitionism and Shawn was making her heady and weak. She was close to cumming, and he was only sucking her nipples. She was so in tune to what Shawn was doing, that she barely noticed the crescendo of ecstasy around her. She heard the ladies whimpering and the men groaning their delight, and it only added to her own. She felt Shawn reach between her legs, feeling for her lacy panties. A slight scream escaped her when she felt him pull them from her body, ripping easily in his strength. Sheila was frantic in her need to feel him inside of her. She reached down between them to open his pants, only to meet Shawn’s frenzied hands. He too was hurriedly trying to free himself. But then he stopped.
He pulled Sheila close to him, as if trying to shield her. She was in such a state of desire that it took her a moment to register a voice not filled with lust, but with anger. “How could you? How could you bring someone else here? Shawn…” The scream was angry and loud, cutting through any passion that was initially going on. Shawn pulled Sheila’s dress up to cover her, as she tried to turn in his lap. “ Elise, please, not here.”
“ Then when Shawn? You won’t answer my calls, you won’t accept my appointments. Then I find you here with some other bitch. I thought I was special!” Sheila pushed from Shawn’s lap to stand and see her adversary. Elise was gorgeous, in every way that Sheila was not. She was tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, with a body to die for. She was dressed in an expensive red dress, with matching heels. Her long blonde hair was curled to perfection, to hang on her shoulders. The only thing that blemished her model type beauty was the scowl of hatred on her face. Shawn stepped in front of Sheila to cover her as she tried to straighten her clothing. “Elise, we only had a business deal. You were getting too close. See what I mean? Look at what you’re doing?”
“But, I love you Shawn. How can you do this to us? You give me up for this fat cunt!” Shawn flinched, walking over to Elise. He was trying to be gentle with her, but her insult to Sheila pissed him off. He never hit a woman, but he was seriously thinking about it. “There was never an “us” Elise. You hired me and I did my job. That’s all there is to it. I need you to leave me alone. Don’t ever come near me again. Do you understand?” Elise was defeated and crying; understanding that Shawn’s menacing tone meant there was no room for discussion. Sheila was so ashamed and embarrassed. How did she think she would ever have a relationship with a man like Shawn? Even this crazy bitch knew she didn’t belong with Shawn or in that place. Sheila noticed that most of the couples had stopped their love-making to observe the scene at the middle of the room. Some people were laughing and pointing, some were just staring in pity…staring in pity at her. She couldn’t take it. She ran from the run as fast as her four inches could take her. She saw a taxi on the corner, and bolted for it. She could hear Shawn calling after her, and she ran faster, jumping into the taxi and screaming to the driver, “Floor it!” She gave the driver her address before she could completely break down.
She had been called many names before. Being overweight can be just as debilitating as having a handicap. Shawn was a beautiful, sexy man. How could he ever want her? That crazy bitch was right. How could Shawn want her instead of Elise? In her haste, she had forgotten her purse, and asked the driver’s patience as she ran in her home to get his pay. Emotionally drained, she took a shower and fell into bed. Though she wished for sleep, it escaped her. Her mind kept replaying the night over and over again. She couldn’t believe she had let Shawn do all those things to her in a room full of people. She couldn’t believe that she liked it. As she thought about it, her pussy began to pulsate. “If only that crazy bitch could have waited one more minute.” Sheila rubbed her legs together. She pushed her night shirt up around her waist. She gently touched her pussy, gliding her finger through her wetness. Her finger could never compensate for Shawn, but it would have to do. With her free hand, she rubbed her nipple, reliving the feel of Shawn’s tongue on her. How he lavished and lapped at her like water to the thirsty. “ Ahhhhh…” She moaned. She dipped her finger into her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit. She was in such a state from earlier, that she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to reach her climax. She thought of Shawn filling her to completion, and her pussy rewarded her with more of its juices. She was so close. She rubbed her clit, reaching for her climax. Reaching, almost…and then…the doorbell rang. “What the fuck?” She looked at the clock, and saw it was 4:00 in the morning. It was late, and she had no idea who could be at her door at that hour. She pulled her night shirt down, and stomped to her door. “Who is it? And this better be good.” She swung the door open, to be greeted by Shawn. Still in the linen pants that made him look good enough to eat. “I know it’s late, but you forgot your purse.” Sheila couldn’t breathe. She wanted him…badly. She had just been masturbating to the thoughts of things he had done to her. Her breathing increased and her heart beat almost out of her chest. She couldn’t think with him that near and she didn’t want to think. If all she had was that night, then so be it. Sheila lunged at him, landing on his lips. With a growl, Shawn kicked the door closed, picked her up and wrapped her legs around him.
They kissed like wild, insatiable animals, in their quest for completion. Their kisses were hard and frantic, almost to the point of pain. But they didn’t care, they needed each other. Shawn pushed her against the wall, pulling her night shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. He kissed every place he could reach without releasing her legs. She pulled his shirt over his head, wanting to feel his skin against hers. Still holding her and kissing her neck, he reached between them, loosened his drawstring and lowered his pants. Without thought of protection, he impaled himself in her, and Sheila screamed,” Ahhhhh. Oh, God. Yesssssss!” His thrusts were quick, but long. He filled her, pulled out, filled her, pulled out – at such a stormy pace, Sheila could barely catch her breath. Her ass beat against the wall to the rhythm Shawn set. Her swollen nipples grazed his chest with each thrust, doubling the pleasure. Her climax was powerful, making her weak. But she held on, as another and another waved through her body. She was in a trance, dazed from the pleasurable onslaught. Shawn pumped into her, reaching his own end. He pulled out just as his seed spewed forth, over her belly. She grabbed his thickness and continued to pump him until he was empty and satisfied.
Shawn held her against the wall, fearing his legs would fail him if he tried to move. He was in awe of the power this woman held over him. He felt her kissing his ear, and felt the stirring of renewed vigor. He whispered in her ear, “Bedroom?”
“Down the hall. First door on the left.” Shawn kept her wrapped around his waist as he followed her instructions. He laid her on the bed, removed the rest of his clothing, and laid beside her, pulling her in his arms. They needed to talk, but he only wanted to hold her. He knew when he saw Elise that it wouldn’t be good. She was one of the ones who made herself believe that what she paid for was real. He never meant to get Sheila tangled up in that mess. But, he couldn’t lose her. He knew when he saw the look on her face that Elise’s comments about her had caused another scar on her already scarred self-esteem. He took her there to make her see how beautiful she was, not to make her feel worse. He needed to make it better. He needed to make it work. He heard Sheila’s soft snore, and smiled to himself. He could love this woman.
Sorry for the delay with the third story. I hope it was worth it. If you want more, let me know!!
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