The following day I toured past what was going to be my house. There he was getting out of the car. Dylan Silver had a bottle in his hand. I grabbed my camera and waited as he rang the doorbell. A few moments later Kath opened the door. I snapped away as she smiled at him, still in her dressing gown. It gaped open as she moved aside. I got a great shot of her in stockings and suspenders, as she slipped her arm through her brother in laws, smiled, and then kissed him as they went into the house. I developed the pictures in my spare room that I had converted into a darkroom. I suppose if I couldn't have Harris and his money, at least I could have his brother's money!
Now I haven't got pictures of Harris in my wardrobe glued to the back wall. I'm not that sick. No, I've got them in photo albums, well 3 actually. I flicked through the photos. My favourite was one of me on Harris's arm on our wedding day. OK it wasn't Harris on my arm, just a guy at the studio where I used to work. But it was me in a wedding dress, with Harris's photo superimposed on the guy's head. I shut the album and got out my black book. Thomas Francis Haig was the next most suitable, he wasn't as sexy or as good looking as Harris, but he was the easiest of the remaining men I had picked. Still he wasn't Harris. Harris was my first choice, I wanted him!
Two days later I put several of the photos into envelopes. Soon Dylan and Mrs Silver would be ringing each other. Of course it had occurred to me that I could show Harris the photos, but I didn't want to see him hurt. I picked up his spare tie that I had taken from his desk drawer when he was out at a meeting. I pulled the silk through my fingers and spread my legs. Slowly I pulled the tie into my pussy lips. I just wished it was still round his neck!
I jumped as the doorbell sounded and quickly pulled my skirt back on. I stood staring at a bunch of flowers, hiding the face of the delivery guy. They slowly dropped and there stood John the courier.
"Oh it's you," I mumbled, taking the flowers from him.
I threw them on the telephone table.
"Can I come in?"
I wanted to send him away, but stopped myself. I moved aside.
"I miss you Amy," he mumbled.
"What about Vicky?" I snapped.
He looked a little guilty. I put the kettle on and felt his hands around my waist. He started kissing the back of my neck. His hands travelled up under my loose blouse and he cupped my naked breasts.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked emotionless.
He mumbled in my ear, as I reached behind me and groped his stiffening cock. I turned and shoved my tongue deep in his mouth. He winced in surprise as I pulled his shirt out of his trousers. My nails dragged through his skin and a small trail of blood appeared on his chest.
"Christ Amy, if Vicky sees that she'll...."
I shoved my tongue in his mouth to shut him up. I pulled away after a few minutes and we both panted hard.
"Isn't it worth the risk to get at my body?" I snarled.
I pushed him back on the kitchen table hearing the fruit bowl crash to the floor. I opened his trousers and climbed up on the kitchen table straddling him.
"Don't you want to go to the bedroom?" he panted.
"John, don't be such a prick," I hissed down on him.
I fed his cock up under my skirt and into my pussy.
"Oh Jesus, you are so fucking horny," he gasped.
I started riding him hard. Fuck Harris Silver, he could be having this, but no, it was some silly motorbike courier who meant nothing to me. Still he had a hard cock, and he was willing.
"Am I better than, Victoria?" I growled, looking deep into his eyes.
"Don't talk about her," he groaned.
I smiled down on him, and then I slapped his face.
"That was for Vicky."
Before he could react I pinned his arms to the table and forced my mouth on his. He started struggling but I just bounced up and down harder. Anyway, why was he struggling and bucking into my pussy at the same time?
"Do you want me to stop? Come on, I'm a better shag than her, I've got to be. Look at me damn it!"
He opened his eyes and looked up at me. I rolled my hips back and forth feeling his cock on every wall of my pussy.
"Tell me, fuck you, am I better than her?"
He nodded and I grinned at him.
"That is all I wanted," I purred.
My orgasm throbbed and so did my fanny. I started milking him with my pussy.
"Don't worry sweetheart it's a pussy not a pair of shears," I said with grin.
He half smiled but he didn't look too convinced. He soon started a strangled little cry. He couldn't hold on and I purposely bounced down harder. The kitchen table was almost jumping round the room. John was panting and gasping, and sweat from my forehead was trickling in my eyes.
"Go on John, that's it, just let it all shoot out."
His mobile went off in his jacket pocket. I managed to reach it. I looked at the display.
"You better answer it, it's Vicky."
The terror spread across his face as I started milking him again. He was still spurting into me and trying to grab the phone from my hand. I held it to my ear and pressed the green talk button. John was shaking his head frantically. I heard her, his girlfriend. I smiled down and opened my mouth. I then closed my mouth as his frantic head shaking increased. I handed him the phone as Vicky started calling his name again. I got off him and he quickly sat up.
"High sweetheart....no...I've been running," he panted.
I watched him dress and try to hold a conversation with his silly little girlfriend. Men just can't multi-task. I pulled the phone out of his hand and plunged my mouth on his. I forced my tongue into his mouth, as I held the phone back behind me over my head. There she was still fucking talking, as I forced her boyfriend onto a kiss he was desperately trying to end! When he did finally get me off of him I slapped his face, and then I threw the phone at him.
"No....sorry, I lost the signal," he panted.
So there he was still talking to her as he rushed to my door. I followed close behind him and slammed the door hard as soon as he went through it!
"Fuck you, and your flowers!" I yelled at the door.
I looked down at the bunch of flowers and put them in the bin.
That night I sat with a microwave dinner on my lap. It was as bland and as boring as my life. I smiled at the belt that lay on the floor as the doorbell rang. So here he is coming to get his belt, and probably with a fresh hard on!
"Amy, didn't you get my message in the flowers I sent to you? I need you, please come back to work, the temp is useless and well, I'll give you a pay rise."
I suppose I didn't hear too much of what Harris said. It was just such a shock to see him on my door step. I hoped I didn't look too much of a mess.
"The flowers, you sent me the flowers?" I mumbled.
"Yes with the note. Look I know you walked out and what I said was very, unfair, accusing you of, with my brother. Can I come in its hammering down?"
He followed me into the kitchen.
"Oh, I guess that is my answer."
I looked at what he was staring at, the stems of the flowers sticking out of the bin!
"Um, I, I thought they were from someone else, um this guy, a stalker. I thought he sent them."
