While the girls are away

Although she was busy with paperwork, Jean's mind was far from the task at hand. She kept recalling the last few days with Lionel and how erotically charged they'd been. Having the house to themselves freed them to explore their sexual natures more than they ever had. She decided she liked being tied up and dominated by Lionel, doing his bidding. Their conversation last night and this morning was fresh in her mind; she sat back in her chair and with eyes shut, stroked her breasts, damning the fact she wasn’t alone in the office or the vibrator that was in her purse would have been in her pussy.

The temp filling in for Sandy looked up when the door opened. "Hello. May I help you?"

"Hellooo. Yes you can. You can tell me what you're doing later." He smiled devilishly.

Jean didn't even realize there was a visitor until she heard his voice through her door.

"You must be Mr Deacon."

"How did you know?" he asked proudly.

"Before she left Sandy told me all about you."

"Ah, well, she would", he said a bit resignedly. "Is Jean here?"

"Yes I am" she called from her office. "Come in Alistair."

"Hello Lovely Lady", he said and inhaled her perfume when he kissed her cheek. “Hey, hey! You’re positively glowing. You and Lionel must be enjoying being alone. Woof!”

Jean’s eyes shone and she smirked at him. "Yes, we are. Hello Alistair. It’s lovely to see you."

"It’s lovely to be seen. Are you free? I thought I'd take you to lunch."

"That's very nice of you." She looked at her watch. "Oh it is getting on. Lunch is just the thing. I’ll be just a minute.”

“No prob. I saw Lionel this morning. His new screenplay is coming along quite nicely. He said you had something to ask me.”

“Oh. Yes. I do. At lunch.”

“Okay. Ready?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” She picked up her bag and they left by the back corridor. Jean called “Nancy, I'll see you later."

Jean chose one of her favorite restaurants; each table was a private booth with walls to the ceiling and heavy curtains that ensured privacy; lighting was controlled from inside the booth. Instead of sitting across from Alistair she sat quite close next to him.

Alistair poured a second glass of wine for them as they waited for lunch to be served. “I’m amazed you don’t know this restaurant”, Jean said.

“I’m surprised too. I like it very much. I’m very glad you suggested it. It’s secretive. Mysterious.” He sipped his wine and turned to face her. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever gone out alone before.”

She clasped her hands around his neck and toyed with the hair at the back of his neck. “No, we haven’t. It’s very exciting”, she said in a low voice. Alistair’s hands went to Jean’s waist. A small lamp lit up.

“Alistair, if you press the button by that lamp the waiter will serve our meal.”

“And if I don’t? What will happen if I sit here and let you touch me?” He slid his hands up to her breasts and could feel her nipples pressing against his palms.

“They’ll keep our food warm until we ask to have it served.” Her hand went to his lap and caressed the bulge in his pants, making Alistair hum with pleasure.

”I don’t want to wait,” he said and kissed her, his mouth covering hers. Their kiss was deep and slow and lasted a very long time.

“I’ve wanted to make love to you since I met you. Let’s get out of here. Come back to my flat with me.”

“Wait. I have something to ask you”, she said breathing heavily.

“Anything.” Alistair unbuttoned her blouse and kissed the tops of her full breasts.

“Saturday night. Lionel and I would like you to spend the night with us.”

Alistair looked up, startled. “Spend the night? You mean me and you and Lionel? Where?”

“At our home. In our bed.”

A huge grin appeared on Alistair’s face. He unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out for Jean to hold. “Oh yes.” It was a long sigh of pleasure. “Why not tonight?”

“Because tonight Lionel and I have other plans.” She moved back and lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth and sucked him until he was ready to explode then she stopped and sat up. Alistair looked at her in complete bewilderment, his heart was racing and his breathing was ragged. “Oh God. Don’t stop. Let me cum in your mouth.”

“You’re not allowed to cum until you’re with Lionel and me on Saturday. It’s less than 48 hours. You can touch yourself but you’re not allowed to cum. Do you promise?”

“I promise. As long as on Saturday I get to suck and fuck you.”

“Of course. Now let’s eat.” She saw his face light up. “Lunch. Not each other. Not yet.”

“We’ll eat our lunch,” he agreed. When their hair and clothes were straightened, Alistair pressed the button and lunch was brought to them. The rest of the time passed as if they were just ordinary colleagues or friends sharing a meal.

Alistair’s Rover was stopped in front of Type for You and Jean was out of the car, standing at his window when she removed something from her handbag.

“Give me your hand,” she said. “This is for you. Until Saturday night.”

Alistair looked down and saw Jean’s crumpled panties in his hand. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, then licked the crotch, sucking on the cloth. “On Saturday night I’m going to lick your pussy until you cum screaming my name.”

“Lionel and I are looking forward to it.” She dropped a quick kiss on his lips then turned and entered the building.

Alistair watched her then quickly stuffed her panties into his trousers and drove back to work.