she had quickly added.
The thought of Lisa's head between that sexy Parisian's legs is well documented elsewhere and had been the subject of many an erotic connection between us following that moment when Lisa, on our last night in Paris, had rejected her advances in preference for getting impaled on my cock. And, talking about that particular organ, it was now fighting its way out of its boxer prison, assisted of course by myself, and currently taking more and more interest in the proceedings, particularly as she rounded off her epistle.
"Tom, I am getting hornier by the minute, Are you alone? I hope you are and that your cock is nice and stiff for me. I am so fucking wet and seeing you are not here to fuck me, and it's too late in the night to find a nice cock, there is something I have to do. So don't go away, open the attached movie and you can see what it is. I was dreaming of us back in Paris, with that couple at it in the next room. I'll email you again when you have 'finished' xxx L!"
I did go away, but only far enough to extinguish all the remaining desk lamps bar my own, I didn't want even the shadows to see what she had concocted for me watch.
Fully releasing my eager cock in anticipation, I opened the attached QuickTime movie. It was much as I expected, Lisa was lying on a hotel bed, plunging a vibrator rapidly in and out of her glistening pussy. She had set her pocket camera to movie mode, somehow wedging it on a chair, but close enough for me to hear the erotic sound track. My cock now rock hard, I started to masturbate in time with her own movements, some early moisture leaking from the head.
I had to lean close to the little speaker to hear her call out in her Boston accent, "Are you jacking off with me darling? I know how much you like to watch me play with my wet pussy. See how fucking wet I am?"
She plunged the glistening purple plastic deep inside her soaking wet hole.
"Damn fucking right I'm wanking," I mouthed back at the screen.
Lisa pointed to the wall behind her, "The girl in the next room has just cum, and I
think I want to now. Look how ready my cunt is, honey."
She held apart her pink lips, and moved closer to the camera, the tunnel she had created with the vibrator streaming with the juices I could almost taste from the other side of the planet. We rarely used the word 'cunt' together so I guessed how turned on she must be. Lisa proved the point when she plunged the toy fully back inside and screamed out.
"I'm gonna fucking cum Tom, please fuck my cunt!"
This girl was truly on heat, I had never seen her as randy as this. It was hard to believe she could be hornier with a vibrator than with my own cock.
"Cum with me honey, rub that lovely cock."
I needed no invitation as I watched her discard the vibrator and for a couple of minutes plunge two fingers rapidly in and out of her soaking pussy hole, until finally her hips rose in the air and she let out the screech I knew so well. Staring at the camera she lewdly put her hand to her mouth and sucked the juices from her fingers. My own orgasm was close, but not close enough to time it with hers, so I hit the replay button and started again, and this time her orgasm would have even more impact, and I was ready to time my own with hers. Reaching for the tissues I was seconds away from cumming when I heard a sound and I froze, the pre-cum dribbling freely from my cock on to the floor.
I paused the movie and searched in the drawer for my Mini-Maglite, no way in my state was I putting on any office lights! I waved the torch around the room and immediately two twin green lights flashed back at me, then disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief, the Company cat! Or rather the feline that belonged to next door and we allowed it to mouse hunt on our premises. I grinned to myself thinking that could well be the closest I was getting to any pussy this weekend. If I had been right, then this story would never have got written.
Anxious to complete the job in hand, so to speak, I returned to my desk. On the paused movie, Lisa's face was frozen in ecstasy, the vibrator almost out of sight inside her fuck-hole. Deciding to save my cum, I curiously opened the second email, while pouring myself a generous shot of Scotch from my secret supply. I re-lit a joint I had rolled earlier. Orgasms are always better after a hit.
"Did you enjoy that darling? I thought of you while I did that. Did you cum too? Did you shoot your lovely cream right up your chest?"
I lifted my shirt front, I was ready to do just that, the way I felt I might just reach my chin!
I read on while I stroked slowly, "
I wish I was there to lick it up for you my darling. I have something else for you, you remember me saying that some Aussie girls had chatted me up? Then look at this picture."
I opened the file, and there between Lisa's open thighs was the blonde head of an equally naked woman and she herself was clutching the end of a black vibrator which was fully embedded in her own hairy pussy. My balls twitched and my cock lurched when I realised Lisa had gone ahead and done it, at last she had fucked another woman. I checked the photo credits, it was taken two weeks ago, she had managed to keep it secret that long. In my aroused state it didn't cross my mind to wonder why this too had not been a movie, but I started to print out the image, fully intending to plaster my cum over that blonde girls ass, imagining her tongue deep in Lisa's tight cunt while I was shagging her from behind.
Then came the moment that would alter my whole weekend, and in fact the next few months.
As I stood up to open the printer cover, my cock waving lewdly in the air, I was suddenly aware of a momentary glow of light behind me, as if a door was being opened and closed. Hastily I put the computer to sleep and, my hand concealing my erection, crossed to the other side of the room where I could now see a strip of light shining beneath the kitchen door, which wasn't completely closed.
Puzzled, and tucking my swollen appendage safely back in my pants, I crept towards the opening, and peered through the slit, but could see only a blank wall inside. I had observed everyone depart for the weekend, and they had all said goodnight, even Rachel with her routine kiss on the cheek. We were the perfect friends and had never taken our relationship beyond the current platonic level. Although I had always secretly fancied her, and I suspected the reverse was also true, it so happened that while she was single I was briefly married, and when I was available she was sleeping with somebody else, the last being a lout called Kevin, who she had regrettably married in haste last year.
I concluded that whoever was in the kitchen had to be an intruder and, having armed myself to the teeth with the nearest 12-inch plastic scale-rule, I put my ear to the door, but could detect only the rumble of the heating boiler.
Full of bravado assisted by the shot of Scotch, I put my shoulder to the door and crouched down FBI style. What is not shown in the movies is the door hitting the stops and rebounding into the agent's head! In the brief instant before concussion I spotted the familiar figure of a female leaning with her back to me against the worktop. As the reader will have guessed, it was Rachel, and I sensed in that instant that she was crying.
As the dizziness cleared, I found myself sat on the floor with my back to the offending door with a glass of water at my lips and a warm feminine hand holding the back of my head.
"Tom, are you okay sweetie? Whatever were you trying to do?"
Apart from the fact that I now had a date with a humdinger of a headache and my comb would have a new contour to explore on my skull, I was definitely okay. Who wouldn't be with Rachel squatting in front of you, her skirt ridden back high over her thighs, the delicious white covered vee of her crotch in plain view? And the garment wasn't uniformly covering her pussy, as though it had been pulled up in haste! She caught my glance and stuffed her skirt between her thighs, her concerned look quickly evaporating.
"Obviously not much wrong with you!"
For some unfathomable reason, Rachel at that moment looked extremely vulnerable, her long curly dark blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her dancing grey eyes swimming with moisture. I always suggested to her that she resembled a young Meg Ryan but she couldn't see it. She had the same generous breasts and hips but separated by a trimmer waist than the actress. Many male seeds were spilt on dark lonely nights visualising her body naked in my bed instead of in that of one of her many boyfriends. At that moment I reminded myself I was still without a date.
A little dizzy, I found a seat and brought my mind back to the present.
"I thought you were a burglar."
She looked down at my hand which was still wielding the ruler, and grinned, "Do you always size them up first then?"
Suddenly I realised that my loose boxers were doing little to hide my remaining hard-on. She couldn't have failed to notice it, and for once I didn't really care. As events were about to unfold, it didn't really matter that much.
