Chapter 2: Tim and Fiona

After Friday morning’s romp with Fiona, I felt pretty happy, even though I didn’t get my cock up her, I’m certain I will next Wednesday.

I looked forward to playing cricket this weekend after last week’s defeat. Despite the loss, the team was in high spirits, with lots of confidence. We were all positive we would bounce back and win the game. However, that was not to be. We played like a second eleven, nowhere near the standard we should have been, getting beaten badly. The captain singled me out for criticism, as I had a bad game. As the wicketkeeper, you are expected to take all the catches that come your way. Then, when it is your turn to bat (as a middle-order batsman), score plenty of runs. I dropped three catches, two of them so simple a baby should have taken them, and I only made a total of twenty-seven runs over the two innings.

My mind didn’t seem to be on the game. My concentration and focus were off. They kept drifting away to the coming week and what it hopefully held for me. Apart from the skipper tearing a strip off me in the sheds, I copped a lot of stick from my teammates at the traditional after-match BBQ. We always have one after the first home matches of the season. There were plenty of references to me playing poorly, along the lines of. “A bloody Pom could have played better than that.”

Monday morning, and it was back to school. I start at 7.00 am, with the office staff, starting at 7.30 am.

Roxanne is one of the receptionists who arrives early for the 7.30 am start. She is a great-looking woman and about ten years younger than me at 32. She is 160cm tall, weighing around 60kg. When I first saw her, I thought she must have 34 or 36-sized breasts, but when I got to know her more, I would definitely say they are a well-shaped 36. Her legs are gorgeous, with well-muscled calves and thighs. Her arse looks so firm and complements her well-toned legs. I would describe Roxanne as every man’s dream, with, I guess, a 36-26-36 hour-glass figure. To me, she has the body of a model.

A good catch, if you could land her, but she was out of my league.

Roxanne is a big-time flirt! She has a great body and knows it. Flaunting as much as she can, playing up to all the male members of staff. Her short skirts or dresses barely cover the globes of her arse. You would like to be standing behind her when she bends over so you could cop an eyeful of pantie-covered arse, and given half a chance, I would be up her like a rat up a drain pipe.

Roxanne had recently turned her attention towards me in a big way. Maybe she thought I was an easy target, working outside with no students around, not having to worry too much about who was looking.

The increase in flirting had started at the beginning of this term. I have no idea why, but I thought maybe I had a chance of getting into her panties after all.

It had all started innocently, a smile here, a wink there as she would pass me each day. I ignored what she was doing. Nah, no way would I get my cock up her, it’s not worth the effort of the chase. But she kept up with the same routine each day, every day.

Back at work on Monday, my mind was not focused on the job. I was reflecting on our disastrous game of cricket on the weekend but also looking forward to fucking Fiona on Wednesday when Roxanne, in a super short skirt, came by and surprised me with her comment. “Did you fuck a pussy over the weekend, Tim?” As I look at her, she bends slightly forward. I could see up her skirt her g-string was stuck in the crack of her arse, but what an arse, firm and supple. I knew I would love to squeeze that. And wow, those great legs.

I am so conflicted. Roxanne is not married, or I should say. I believe she’s not married as I don’t see any rings on her left-hand ring finger. But I have seen her being dropped off at school by a bloke driving her car, so I guess they must live together.

I decide to talk to Roxanne during her coffee break in the staff room when only the two of us are around.

“Okay, Roxanne. What’s going on with all the flirting? You can only push a bloke so far, and if you push too far, you may not like the consequences,” I said.

“I just wanted to push your buttons, Tim, see how far you would go,” Roxanne replied.

“Yeah, well, my buttons have been pushed too far. How about we arrange for a one-night stand? Where we can fuck each other’s brains out. Time to put up or shut up.” Blunt and to the point, no tact, no finesse.

Roxanne said nothing and started to leave the staff room when I called out, “The offer will always be on the table. Let me know when you want to take it up.” I did want her to take it up. I wanted to fuck her.

At the end of the school day, the two stickybeak mums turn up, coming to see me. They now want my side of the story. Why was I having coffee with Fiona? I told them it had nothing to do with them. I would have liked to have told them to do something useful, like, go home and fuck their hubby, but I thought that was too dangerous and could lead me to lose my job. What is it with women today?

The next day, Fiona catches up with me, clearing up a few details for our get-together. She tells me we can only have a maximum of four hours together from nine until one. Fiona has a client appointment just after lunch, so we must keep our time in check. She tells me the garage door will be open and to park my ute in there. Then she said, “After you arrive, please close the garage door and come upstairs. I will be waiting for you, hot and ready.”

All too slowly, Wednesday morning arrived. I am looking forward to today’s lustful activity with Fiona. I shower, shave, apply plenty of cologne, and wear decent clothes.

I arrive at Fiona’s house at 9.00 am, park, and close the garage door. Up the stairs in a flash. Getting into the kitchen, no Fiona. I call out to find out where she may be. “Tim, I’m in the bedroom. Come on up.” Quickly, I went up the stairs, and as I entered the bedroom, I saw Fiona naked on the bed! Longingly, I admire her body. Soon to be my toy, to play with, to devour, to taste, to fuck!

I quickly remove my clothes and join Fiona on the bed. I plan to start nice and slow, caressing her body, teasing her, and building the intensity towards her inevitable orgasm.

Sitting on the bed with my back up against the headboard, I beckon Fiona to come and join me. Asking her to place her back against my chest, I get her to sit between my wide-open legs.

Fiona moves up the bed to get into the position I have asked of her. She tilts her head back so our lips can meet for the first time today. As we are kissing, we explore each other’s mouths, enjoying the sensations of our tongues entwining, enjoying a long, passionate kiss. I move my hands to her tits, and I take hold of her hard nipples, the size of a cherry stone. Knowing what turns her on, I roll and squeeze the already hard bud. Fiona lets out a series of low moans. “Oh, Tim, I like your hands on my breasts. Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please pull my nipples harder.”

I squeeze harder. Fiona responds with her moans, getting louder, and gyrates her hips on the bed, pushing back hard on my cock. I move my left hand down to her pubic hair while still pulling on her right nipple, pulling it away from her body.

Her moaning continues. “Tim, please make me cum.” I increase the pressure on her nipple as I kiss down the side of her neck, kissing my way to where her neck meets her shoulder. I kiss along this tender area, placing small bites on her neck and shoulder. At the same time, I’m rubbing her pussy.

Her moaning turns to heavy panting. My hand is now searching for her little pearl hiding under her hood. I find her beautiful tender nub, rubbing my finger over it, bringing Fiona ever closer to her climax, “Ooooohhhh, that feels so good. Please keep doing that.” Fiona places her hand over mine, increasing the pressure of my hand on her shiny clit.

Her orgasm is Building! Building from deep inside of her abdomen, ever closer, she raises her hips off the bed, wanting to get more sensation from my finger as I rub over her clit.

Her pussy is flowing with girly juice all over my hand. The aroma coming from her pussy is enchanting, filling my nostrils with a strong, pungent smell. I search for her opening, still pulling on her nipple and biting her neck. I find the entrance to her soaked pussy. Her orgasm almost upon her, Fiona starts to close her legs, but I quickly wrap my ankles around hers and force her legs wide apart. I put a finger in her pussy while I rub her clit with my thumb. Fiona screams.

‘Tim, I’m coming, I’m coming,’ she starts to shriek as her orgasm washes over her, coating my hand in her silky cum juice.

We lie on the bed together, recovering, the room smelling of sex, her musky scent permeating the air.

It does not take long for Fiona to recover, and soon looking for more action. Pre-cum covers the tip of my cock. Fiona licks it, then runs her tongue on the underside of my cock, licking at the sensitive heart. This feels so good. Licking her way back to the top of my shaft, Fiona takes my; bulging circumcised cock into her mouth. This is a beautiful sensation. I grasp her head, holding her while she sucks my cock.