A Lifetime Of Adventures Ch 05

A Lifetime of Adventures - Ch. 05

By Ghostwalker

(With input by TheIrishLass)

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Six glorious, exciting, frustrating months,

" I thought to myself. "

Six months since Naomi had said 'YES' that she'd marry me. Six months of listening to her friends whisper that I wasn't good enough while my friends said how lucky I was to get a woman like her while whispering about her past. Six months of watching our company not only grow but become one of the most well-known in the area. And six months of trying to get her pregnant with no results

."

"We've made love, fucked, 'jumped each other's bones', or whatever else you want to call it at least once a day, sometimes more, and we've done 'it' in as many places as we could think of the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, on the stairs, in the shower, in the shower at Jen's apartment, on the desk at our new company office, on the balcony, we've even done 'it' on a secluded beach one night, and the backseat of our car while at a drive-in movie but nothing seemed to do the trick... but that didn't mean we wouldn't keep trying,"

I snickered to myself, barely hearing Naomi as she calls out.

"Sweetheart?"

"On the balcony," I replied, as I watched the sun slowly setting. I heard the 'click-click-click' of her high heels as she approached but wasn't nearly ready for what I saw when I turned around to find her standing in the doorway.

At 5-foot, 9 inches tall she's just slightly taller than most women BUT add the 3-inch heels she was wearing, and 'WOW'. Her raven-black hair hung loose and cascaded down her back to the crease just above her toned ass and seemed to shimmer when she moved. Her blue-green eyes were highlighted by black eyeliner and burgundy-red eye shadow, and the way she was dressed... OHMIGOD!

Her 36D-28-37-inch body was encased in a strapless, skintight burgundy-red, ankle-length dress with slits on both sides that ran up to her thighs, revealing more of her honey-colored, tan skin than it covered. Her black thong panties, along with a black garter and sheer black nylons that were fastened to it were fully exposed. All of which were topped off by her black, stiletto heels, a pair of pearl earrings, a pearl 'choker' necklace, and a 3-inch gold bracelet on her left wrist.

"What's the occasion?" I asked half-joking.

"I have a business meeting with Leonard," she replied evasively.

"Leonard?"

"Yeah. The 'acquaintance' I told you about. He called today and said he wanted to meet and discuss the new dresses I asked him to display in his shop."

"And you're going to a business meeting with a guy you used to 'date' dressed like that?" I replied a tinge of jealousy in my tone.

She turned her head slightly so she wasn't looking directly at me before she replied. "Well, it doesn't hurt to display the 'goods'."

"Yeah, BUT what 'goods' are you trying to display?" I retorted, getting more and more frustrated by her answers.

"I need to go," she snapped before she spun on her heels and left the room. Shortly afterward, I heard the door slam and she was gone.

"What the fuck? She's NEVER acted like that before,"

I mused as I got up and headed back into the apartment. Within minutes, I found myself dressed in a pair of black dockers, a black, pull-over 'Henley' shirt, and a black jacket. A quick check of her Rolodex gave me two addresses' for Leonard: one was the store he managed and the other was his home. I also noticed that a woman's name was listed with his at his home address so I figured the store was a better option for a 'meeting' and called a cab.

Twenty minutes later, I stood just down the street from the trendy, 'one-of-a-kind' store that was listed in her 'dex. The lights were off so I walked around to the back, checking each door as I went. Even the back door seemed to be locked until I gave it a hard jerk and it popped open. When I looked closer, I noticed that someone had stuffed paper, or something, into the frame socket so it didn't lock.

"Interesting,"

I thought as I opened the door quietly and slipped in. Vaguely, I heard voices coming from the office so I headed in that direction.

"... I said "NO". I don't do that anymore."

"Don't give me that crap. Everybody knows you're that best damn whore in town. I can't remember how many times we've met for a meeting like this. Now, get on your knees and show me how much you appreciate all the help I've given you or you can say 'bye-bye' to seeing any more of your designs in the windows of this store," the male voice said in a snarl.

"I can't... I'm engaged," the female voice replied.

"That's Naomi,"

I said to myself as I recognized her voice.

"Yeah, bullshit. I've heard that before. Now, come here bitch and I'll show you how a

REAL

man threats a woman like you! Show me your tits and that sexy cunt of yours!"

"I said, 'I can..." but the rest of the comment was suddenly cut off by a resounding

"SLAP"

.

"Enough! If you didn't want what I've got for you, you wouldn't have come here dressed like that!"

The sound of a struggle followed almost instantly and before I had a chance to think about what I was doing I found myself standing in the office doorway. Naomi was bent over the desk, face down, her eyes clenched shut. Her dress was pulled up over her ass revealing her heart-shaped globes and her bare pussy. The remnants of her thong panties were clutched in the man's right hand while his left hand was pressing down on her back to hold her in place. And at some point, he'd managed to unzip the front of his pants and his cock stuck out in front of him pointing directly at the entrance to Naomi's womanhood.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" I demanded.

The man's head turned towards me, glaring. "Who the fuck are you? And what the fuck are you doing in my store?"

"I'm her fiance," I retorted.

Naomi's eyes popped open, a look of humiliation covering her face. "Dan?" she mumbled.

"Ohhhhh... so you're the nerd that's gonna marry this whore," the man grunted.

A wave of 'cold anger' washed over me, unlike anything I'd ever felt in my life. "Listen, asshole. You've got about 2 seconds to let her go or you're gonna find out what this 'nerd' can do!"

"Big talk for a little ma..."

That was as far as he got before I crossed the room and let go with the one-and-only right cross I'd even given. His head jerked to the side and he instantly crumbled to the floor. Shocked and stunned by what I'd done, I stood over him, staring at his body for a few seconds before I turned and gently took Naomi in my arms.

She pressed herself against me so tight it was as if she were trying to become part of me.

"Wanna explain what's going on here?"

"It was supposed to be a business meeting but when I got here all the store lights were out and he was waiting for me at the back door. I got a weird feeling and stuffed some paper in the lock in case I had to leave quickly but he... he..."

"Yeah, I get the picture. I overheard most of it when I was coming in. But the important question is are you okay?"

She blushed. "I'm fine it's just... ahhhhhhhh... you're not gonna believe this but I'm feeling a little bit frisky."

"You gotta be kidding! After what he..." I grunted, looking down at the man lying on the floor, "tried to do to you?"

"He TRIED," she stressed, "but my White Knight arrived and saved me," she finished as she pressed her lips to mine.

The world around me melted away and nothing else seemed to matter except the feel of her in my arms, her lips on mine, her tongue darting in and out, teasing me.

"What do we do with him?" I asked when we finally separated.

"I dunno..." she began before pausing as she looked over my shoulder. "That son-of-a-bitch," she finished in a snarl.

"What?"

"THAT!" she exclaimed as she pointed to a chair in the corner with a roll of packing tape on the seat. "I bet I know what and WHO that's for!"

I didn't say a word as I glared down at him.

"Give me a hand," she said as she pulled the chair into the middle of the room. "Get him up into this."

I manhandled him up into the chair and was surprised when she taped his wrists and legs to the chair. "Now let's see how he likes it," she growled as she shook his shoulder. "Hey, asshole. Wake up."

At first, he didn't respond so she lightly slapped him on the cheek. Almost instantly his eyes fluttered open.

"Wha...?" he replied as he looked around. Then he felt the tape holding him in place and began to yank at his arms and legs. "WHAT am I doing like this? What the fuck is going on here?" he demanded.

"Remember me, motherfucker?" Naomi growled.

"You fucking, little whore! I'll get you for this!"

"I don't think you're gonna do anything to anybody," I said, in a low, menacing tone.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, me? I'm the 'nerd' that's going to marry her. Now you remember?"

"I... I... you hit me!"

"Yep, I sure did. But that's what you get when you try to rape a woman."

"I WAS NOT!! She's nothing more than a common whore that I paid for."

"Now, now. It's not nice to lie."

His face paled as he saw Naomi move closer. "I... I mean... ahhhhh."

"You know, I've had enough of your shit so why don't you just sit there and shut the fuck up! For years I've had to put up with all the shit you've done to me and every other woman you've had here for a 'business meeting'. But you wanna know something? If there's one thing in life that REALLY pisses me off it's a guy who forces a woman to do something she doesn't want to and thinks he can get away with it."

"But... but," he mumbled as he struggled with the tape.

"I told you to shut up," she growled.

In the time I'd known her, I'd never seen this side of her and I stood by in awe as she continued.

"Now, here's how this is gonna work. I'm gonna have my fiance show you what a REAL man can do for, and with, a woman and you're gonna sit there and watch. You got that?"

"I..." he mumbled as he struggled with the tape around his arms and legs again.

"Shhhhhh," she hissed. "I told you that you need to be quiet. If not... well," she left the rest unsaid.

He stared at me, as if pleadingly for help, but didn't say another word.

I shrugged my shoulders as I said. "Don't look at me to get you out of this mess."

Then Naomi turned to me and asked, "Sweetheart, would you mind if I showed this... ahem... gentleman what he wanted to see so badly?"

"Are you sure?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she said, in her most seductive voice, as she slid onto the desk. "If I remember right he said he wanted to see these," she paused as she pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her tear-drop-shaped breasts, "and this," she continued as she spread her legs to reveal her, now, wet, lust-engorged pussy.

"I've seen it before," Leonard snickered.

"I warned you not to say anything, Leo. So..." she paused as she slid from the desk and scooped her panties from the floor.

"Yeah, what you going to do with those," he asked defiantly.

She didn't say another word as she grabbed his nose so he had to open his mouth to breathe and stuffed her panties in, "now, you'll just have to sit there like that."

"Mummmph... arrggh... g.. d... m...t," he muttered.

"Is that any way for a man of your stature to talk in the presence of a lady, Leo?" I chuckled.

In the meantime, Naomi walked back to the desk and slid back onto it, spreading her legs. "Now, if I can continue. You're right. You have seen it before BUT the difference is this time I'm going to give it away for free because I want to and because I want what he's going to give me... NOT because he paid for it or tried to force me. In fact, I'm pretty sure he wants it as bad as I do," she snickered as she looked down at the bulge in the front of my pants. "Now, come here lover," she said, in a 'come hither' tone.

I, immediately, stepped between her legs and placed my hands on either side of her face before lowering my lips to hers. I could only imagine what Leonard must have been feeling as he watched Naomi wrap her arms around my neck while her legs locked behind my knees as she returned my kiss.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned as our tongues battled and danced in each other's mouths.

"See how much better that is, Leo? So how much she's enjoying it?" I asked when I moved my lips from Naomi's.

The look on his face was like an old cartoon where it showed daggers coming from someone's eyes.

"But, the thing is," I whispered. "Because she likes it, she'll let me do all kinds of things to her," I finished as I gently nibbled at her left earlobe and the hollow under it.

"Ohhhhhhh," Naomi moaned, "you're getting me so fucking turned on."

"So you like this?" I teased as I kissed down the contour of her neck and across her exposed shoulder.

"Yessss!"

"Better than what 'jerk-off' over there was doing to you?"

"HELL yessssssss," she hissed, "so much better."

I tilted my head slightly so I could see Leonard. He was sitting there, mesmerized like a deer in a car's headlights.

"I think your friend likes what we're doing," I whispered to Naomi.

"How about it, Lenny? Do you like watching what my future husband is doing to me?"

"Mmmm hmmmm," he mumbled as he nodded his head.

"I always knew you were a pervert," she laughed. "And as for you, lover, come here and play with me," she purred.

"Who am I to say 'No'?,"

I said to myself as I leaned in and kissed her lips again. Our tongues twisted and twirled in a battle as old as time before I moved back to her neck and then, ever so slowly, down to her breasts capturing the salty beads of sweat that were slowly sliding into the valley between them.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned, as she ran her fingers through my hair pulling me tighter against her. "You know how sensitive my tits are. Play with them... now, suck on them... Ohhhhhhhh... yesssssssss. Show Lenny what can happen to a woman when the choice is hers."

I began kissing and nibbling on her fleshy orb, leaving a path of small 'love bites' along the way. Her low, animalistic moans were the only reward I needed. Round and round I went, first one breast and then the other, always moving closer and closer to the tip as I massaged and kneaded the spongy flesh like bread dough. When I finally got there I was surprised by what I found. Her nipples had always hardened and gotten larger when we'd made love but tonight they were HUGE! They were almost twice the size of a grade-school eraser and much, much darker than the areola that surrounded them. Instinctively, I took it into my mouth, letting my tongue lick, swirl, and flick over it. Subconscious memories of nursing at my mother's breast seemed to overwhelm me as I took more and more of her nipple between my lips.

"Ohmigod, that feels so good... don't ever stop," she sighed. Then she looked over my head at our silent 'guest'. "See Lenny? See what can happen when a woman gets the chance to enjoy what's being done to her? See how hard my nipples are? See how much I WANT my lover to take me?" she tormented him as I continued to play with her nipple.

And while she was talking to him, I, ever so slowly, slid my hand downwards, gliding over the silky material of her dress. The room filled with the heady aroma of her excitement as I slipped a finger into the furrow between the swollen lips of her pussy. "Damn, you're wet," I mumbled around her nipple.

"Hot and wet," she groaned, as her hand slid down to cover mine, pressing it against her warm, swollen nether lips. "Do it," she whispered, into my ear as she guided one of my fingers into her womanly treasure. "Show that little pervert how it's done."

My finger slid into her lust-inflamed canal like a sword into a custom-made sheath.

"More... more... Ohmigod," she crooned as she leaned over and gently bit my shoulder to avoid screaming when I slid a second finger into her sopping wet tunnel. I easily found the distended nub of her clitoris and pressed against it, flattening it between my thumb and the fingers inside of her. Almost instantly, her hips began to grind against my fingers. "Yessssss... yesssss... yesssssss," she hissed as she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself. Her body began to shake and tremble and I knew what was happening even if she hadn't said I thing.

"Ohmigod... that's it... right there... ohhhhhhhhh... You're making me cum... Ohhhhhhhhhhh... fuck, fuck, fuck," she exclaimed. "Look at what he's doing to me, Lenny. Look at what a real man can do to a woman!" she moaned before returning her gaze to me. "Look at me, lover! Look at what you're doing to me. Pump your fingers in and out of me. Arrrgghhhhh... I'm cumming on your hand just like some fucking street whore!!" she groaned.

I pulled away from her tit and stood up, my lips next to her ear. "You know, Lenny was right. You are a whore. MY whore, and my best friend, and my partner, and my future wife, AND the future mother of my children," I whispered as my fingers continued to play with her.

"ARRRGGGHHHHHH," she moaned as her body seemed to explode, her juice squirted from her pussy, coating my fingers and hand before gliding down between the crease of her ass and onto the desktop. The muscles of her pussy tightened around my fingers, holding them there as she spiraled off into her own personal piece of orgasmic bliss. One orgasm followed another after another after another until she collapsed back on the desk with a deep sigh. "Soooooooo gooodddd."

A quick glance at Leonard told me that he had seen it too. He was leaning over as far as he could to get a better look at Naomi. "Maybe you'd like some of this?" I chuckled as I slowly pulled my cum-coated fingers from her clutching slit.

He nodded so hard I thought, jokingly, his head would fall off.

I stepped closer to him, holding my fingers up, enticingly, before I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Not today, little man."

A deep, almost animalist, groan rumbled in his chest as I moved away and returned to Naomi.

"Need more," Naomi groaned as she stretched her arms out to me.

The instant I stepped close enough she began fumbling with the front of my pants. Almost like magic, the belt buckle opened, the zipper dropped, and my pants fell to the floor. It was only then that I remembered that in my rush to follow her, I hadn't put on any boxer briefs so my rock-hard cock stuck straight out from my groin.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh... commando... I like..." she whispered as she wrapped her hand around the shaft and began to slide up and down its length.

"If you keep doing that I'm going cum too."

"Not today, baby. At lest not yet," she whispered as she dropped to her knees in front of me. "Mmmmmmm, just what I need," she sighed, seductively, as she leaned forward and lightly licked the head of my cock. Just that little touch felt like she'd attached me to a lightning rod just as a massive lightning bolt hit.

"Fuucckkkk," I groaned as I dropped my hands to her shoulders to keep from crumbling to the floor.

There was no question that she knew what she was doing as she paid special attention to the nerves under the crown, licking and tickling them with the tip of her tongue.

"Soooooo good,"

"And I'm only starting," she chuckled as she opened her mouth and engulfed the head. Her lips moved down the shaft as her tongue caressed the underside, occasionally rubbing her teeth against the hyper-sensitive flesh. Inch-by-inch, she took my cock into her mouth, not stopping until it made her gag. Then she paused, clenching the muscles of her throat around the nerve-filled head before slipping away. Again and again, her mouth descended down my shaft until the tip hit the entrance to her throat, then back to the tip, then down again, a little faster each time. My body shook from head to toe from the sensations surging through it until she suddenly pulled away and lightly bit the tip. That was all it took.