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TightFit74
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« Reply #66 on: May 06, 2012, 04:39:00 PM » |
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With a loud moan she suddenly wakes up, her slender frame uncovered, the sheets kicked down by her feet as she writhed and wriggled her body in her sleep. Her eyes flare open, her cheeks blushed, her hands drifting over her body as if they were bound to strings, moved by a puppeteer. Her core hot, burning with want, urging for a touch. Her hand slides down between her legs, touches her sex, finding her lips wet, the sheets beneath her drenched. Blushing she closes her eyes and recalls the last images of her dream, the images that woke her. His eyes, his face, distorted as he releases his passion into her, pinning her against the wall of the small corridor behind her front door.
She feels his hot breath on her face,m his bucking hips between her clenching thighs, his shaft pushing deep into her, touching her core in swift nudges. Her fingers find her hardened nub between her wet lips as she dives into the reminants of her dream. It only takes seconds before the walls the imprisoned her desire, crumble by the power of the waves of her orgasm as they rip through her body. Her whole body tenses up, her thighs close and catch her fingers, a long stretched, silent moan leaving her lips. Her eyes are closed as her breath slows down to a slow pace, the drousiness of her sleep mixing in with the warm satisfaction of her body. She dozes off, his eyes dancing before her in her mind, locked in in what seems an eternity.
The annoying loud buzz of her alarm, destroys her dream and wakes her cruedly, her ears covered as she pulls her pillow over her head. Slowly the shroud of sleep is lifted from her mind and the reality of the day touches her with a soft brush. Her hand reaches out from under the sheets and hits the Zzz-button, allowing her a needed 5 more minutes of snoozing. But then she forces herzself to turn off the alarm permantly and drag herself out of bed. Her eyes still half closed, she makes her way to the bathroom, looking into the mirror with half a glance. As she glimpeses herself, she stops in her track, steps in front of the mirror and takes a good look at her face.
The wrinkles made by the pillow, are not helping her look. The night in bed had been restless, the evening long before she managed to get to bed. Her little world shook up by running into the target. ‘My damn need for caffeine. Why did I go there and not follow the instructions?’ The dark bags below her eyes don’t go away when she rubs her eyes, not does her pale skin get any color. With a deep sigh she decides to get into the shower and prepare to work. She turns open the tap and warm water starts to run from the large shower head, mounted on the ceiling. She steps in, not used to wearing anything in bed or the short trip to her bathroom, and slowly starts to wash herself. As her hands slide over her pelvis and inner thighs, a shiver runs down her spine, her sensitive sex still warm and touchy from the dream and her pleasuring.
As the warm water washes away the last reminants of sleep and her mind starts to scream for coffee, she considers her options. ‘If I don’t tell and he finds out, I am out of a job. If I do tell, I will be sure to be pulled of this job, and might be able to keep my own.’. She turns on the cold water and punishes her skin for 30 seconds before she turns off the water and steps out, reaching for a towel. Her skin is tingling and starting to turn pinkish as her body reacts to the cold shower. Warmth starts to radiate from within and fills her body as she dries herself and slips into a robe. Her hair tied up in a towel on her head, she elaves the bathroom and walks towards her kitchen, switching on the coffee machine.
As the machine heats up, she walks into her pantry and turns on the tv, zapping through channels without a real interest. The rumble of the machine stops and she returns, taking a pad from the large aluminium container on the kitchen top and places in the machine. She hits the button and the full aroma of the coffee starts to fill her smaal kitchen. Her mind starts to clear up, her thoughts becoming quicker and more organised. As soon as the metal mug is filled, she adds sugar and stirs as she walks back to the pantry. She slips onto the couch and touches her laptop, letting her eyes slide quickly over the emails in her inbox. One is marked urgent, sent by her boss.
“As soon as you come in, walk up to my office”
Her breath catches in her throat, her cheeks turn bright red as she feels caught, the message not longer or shorter or different tone as his usual messages, but her feelings mixed in with going against construction, fuel her guilty feeling. Slowly she reaches her arms out and touches the keys on her laptop, answering the message. Then she falls back into her couch, forgetting the mug of warm coffee in front of her.
***
As I slide of the stool in the kitchen, I feel my underpants pull on my skin, my semen dried into a sticky sunstance. I shake my head and walk back upstairs for a shower, tearing my eyes away from the message. As I pass through the hallway, I look at the mystery phone and check for messages. The small gears in my head are spiining, fuelled by the double dose of caffeine I just took. The picture doesn’t indicate much of what the clues must reveal and in my head i go through the options. Deep in thought I walk up the stairs and turn on the shower, dumping my shirt and sticky briefs in a pile on the floor. A soft smile curls my lips, it’s been a long time since I woke up with wet sheets.
I let the warm water run over my face and body, slowly washing myself, my hair my body. ‘So what could this clue be about. I know the exact location, the time but not yet the date. There was a presentation of girls, called the Choice.. But, did I have to choose? Was a choice made? Is the answer for the choice in the clue? How am I supposed to answer and when? Who is behind this whole deal?’ After a quick wash and a few minutes of pondering under the thot water, I get out and dry myself off, putting on a pair of jeans and a sweater, walking downstairs to the kitchen. Half way down the stairs, I see the mystery phone flashing and the last steps are skipped in a big jump down. I grab the phone and look at the screen, opening the message, indicated by the flashing icon.
‘nr 7 is chosen... the riddle is the date. Your time is not unlimited’
‘nr 7...’ Digging in my mind, I let the girls pass by one by one, unsure that my first thought was the right one. But it is, the girl with the brown eyes, the slender frame, full chest. Her nipples hard and her body inviting, sensual, seductive. Her smile was sweet and warm, her eyes looked longing. As I let my eyes slide over her again in memory, I feel the excitement of that moment, feeling more drawn to her as anyone else. But as i try to focus on her eyes, wanting to remember the details, only one pair of eyes are there. Almost fitting the face, but standing out in their beauty and depth, but not of girls nr 7.
I sit down and reach for my coffee cup, finding it empty, turning to the machine to see it has shut off automatically. I push myself off the stool to make another cup of coffee as I let my eyes slide over the picture again. Quickly I turn around and walk to my study, turn on the laptop and eagerly tap my fingers on the desk, waiting for it to start up. Quickly I open the picture I received and zoom into it again. On my way to the theater, on a street a few blocks away, I had seen a figure, worked into a steel gate. Somehow the angle of the sun lighted out the specific form. I zoom in closer, centre the little scribbles underneath the sleeping sun and trace the outline of the little scribble to the left. It has the vague shape of a rose, exactly the same outline as the figure embedded in the steel gate.
I close my eyes and try to recall the street and the building I passed when I went to the theatre. But each time I turn and drive into the street, the memory becomes blurred, except that one moment, when passing the gate with the form standing out by the light of the sun. Over and over I go over that short stretch in my mind, remembering entering and leaving the street, seeing the rose but anything in between is a blur. ‘I guess there’s only one thing to do’. I close the laptop and look aorund for my keys. Then I remember I left them in the kitchen and quickly get up, grab them from the counter next to the coffee machine and head for the frontdoor. Just before leaving the kitchen, I grab the newspaper and take it with me. I walk outside, unlock the car and get in, driving off faster as I intended, but mycuriosity has set my body into overdrive.
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She walks up to the house after parking her car, dressed in a black business suit, a high closed blouse underneath the slim cut jacket, her long legs dressed in simple stockings, a garterbelt underneat her skirt, out of sight, a continuation from the lustfullness with which she woke. The tight knot in her stomach, that formed as soon as she read the message from her boss, is tightening even more as soon as she pushes down the handle of the kitchendoor. The swipe of her badge along the reader an automated action, out of her conscious mind already, after being here for so long. But it might be her last day and with heavy feet, she steps inside. Instead of her normal routine, passing through the kitchen and descending the stairs, she turns right and moves through the corridor to the central hall, and the impressive staircase leading to the first floor.
The soft clicks on the wooden floor, echo thrugh the silent house as she makes her way reluctantly to the office of her boss. Her hands cold, though her palms are slightly damp with cold sweat. As she arrives at the door leading to the office, she takes a deep breath and knocks, not too loud, not too quiet. Within seconds she is called in and with a beating heart she pushes the door open. For a change her boss is facing his desk, instead of staring out the window with his back towards the door. That oddity makes her even more reulactant to enter, but she pushes herself forward.
“Good morning ms Ella..”
“Good morning sir, your wanted to see me?”
“Indeed ms Ella, I am worried about you..”
His grey-green eyes pierce into hers with an intense look and she feels exposed, as if he can look directly into her mind and read her thoughts. Her cheeks start to blush immediatly and her fingers start to wriggle behind her back.
“Worried sir?”
“Yes, appareantly your need for coffee has endangered the whole operation. You met the target, didn’t you”
She feels the ground sink away from under her feet, the whole monologue she had prepared is lost as she feels exposed to his look. She looks down to the floor, then back into his eyes and back to the floor, searching for words that can justify her actions the day before. Deciding to tell everything, she looks back at him with an open look.
“Yes sir, i did see the target yesterday. I broke protocol by going out for coffee, before it was confirmed the target had left the area. I made a mistake.”
“A big mistake ms Ella, something that could jeopardize the whole operation. You know exactly what would happen if we were exposed”
“I do sir.. And there is no excuse for my actions. I can only hope there is no damage, or it will be contained”
“To make sure it stays contained, I am pulling you off your current duries and will send you to the UK, where you will oversee the installation of the booth in the lighthouse. You will leave tomorrow. The rest of the day, you will spend transferring your tasks to the new tech. He’s waiting at your workstation”
“But sir...”
Her face turns in color, from bright red of embarrassement, to pale white with disappointment. She has invested months of work into this project and now she has to transfer it to a new tech. And, she might never see the target again. But as soon as the words leave her lips, lightning flashes in the eyes of her boss.
“Be happy you still have your job. You are good at your work ms Ella, and right now that is the only reason you still have a job. Now get to work. When you are done, go home and get packing. Your flight leaves at 8 am tomorrow morning”
Without waiting for her answer, he turns his chair and leans back, looking out of the window, leaving her standing in the room. Taking his hint, she leaves the office with quick steps, feeling her anger boil up to the surface, fleeing before she erupts. As she closes the door of the office behind her in a reasonable fashion, she clenches her fists and feels tears well up in her eyes. Her lips silently forming the curses she screams in her head as she slowly walks down the stairs towards her work station. As in a daze she shakes the hand of the new tech, that arrogantly is slumming in her chair when she enters. In a few hours she transfers her work and explains the order of actions to be taken, the schedules and project plans.
Knowing her work is maticulous and logically put together, she has no doubts the work will be done according to plan. As the new tech excuses himself for a moment, she calls security and asks them to put her chair in the back of the car. Knowing the two men well, she hands them the keys of her car and watches as they pick her chair up. They are just about to walk through the door as the new tech comes back, his wide open eyes expressing clear surprise.
“Where are they taking the chair?”
“It’s mine and it goes where I go”
“So, where am I going to sit?”
“That’s your problem..”
She turns her head as she starts heading to the door, smiles and winks, before the sliding door opens for her and she steps through it, out of the room she called her dungeon for the past 7 years. As the door closes behind her, she takes a deep breath and walks up the stairs, catching up with the guys carrying her chair at her car. The chair barely fits in her car and the back is compressed slightly as the tailgate is shut.
“Thanks boys, I’ll see you again in a months or two”
“Ms Ella, are you going to leave us?”
“I’ll be back boys..”
‘At least I hope so’. With a soft click she closes her door and starts the car, carefully moving backwards with only the limited sight of her side mirrors, her rear view blocked by the chair. Slowly she backs up to the metal gate, gets out and swipes her card over the reader, opening the gate. As it slowly starts to move to one side, she quickly glances the street before she gets in. ‘Clear, for now..’. She straps herself in her seatbelt and starts to back up the car, turning to end up turned the right direction, but just as she starts to turn the wheel, the loud sound of a horn and squealing tires of a breaking car startle her.
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