MR. Thompson (4)

Chapter 4

I had almost forgotten about Robert and my plan for him to catch me with Camille; my plan to make him watch and turn him on so bad he would do anything I asked of him.

By the time I heard the front door open, Camille and I were in a kiss that would have set the city on fire. Her hands were on my body, and her tongue was doing the tango with mine. It was alluring, seductive and completely spellbinding.

“My goodness,” Robert said, closing the door. “What do we have here?”

Camille giggled as she wiped her bottom lip. She took my hand and walked into the bedroom with Robert following at a safe distance. She climbed onto the bed and crawled to the middle, pulling me toward her.

“I heard that you might be stopping by.”

I watched him, waiting for his reaction but he didn’t move. He leaned against the doorway of the bedroom and crossed his arms and legs. I pulled myself away from Camille and went to him, taking his hand and leading him to a love seat on the far wall.

“I want you to sit,” I said, my eyes glued to his. “Watch my show for you. I want you to see that I’m not as innocent as you presume.”

“I have never presumed such things, my dear. I merely know my limits and being too close to you oversteps those limits.”

He leaned in for a kiss but I dodged him. I put my hands on his chest and gently pushed him backward until he sat, then I climbed onto the large bed with Camille.

We were face to face on our knees, and she smelled so good I was afraid it might have overpowered my scent for Robert. Her touch was soft, her fingers barely touching my skin but I felt every movement as if she was molding me. Her kiss was light, but I felt it in my soul as her lips brushed against mine. Her body moved against mine like we were in a seductive dance moving and swaying back and forth.

Again, I had forgotten Robert was even in the room until I felt the zipper of my dress slide down my back, the cool air hitting my bare skin. Camille’s hands were on my arms. The love seat was alone with no one upon it.

I closed my eyes and leaned forward. I whispered in her ear and watched as she climbed off the bed.

It was my turn to make things happen.

I waited until my dress was removed from my shoulders and I turned around to face him. His lips were parted, and his eyes were heavy with sex. I glanced at Camille and watched as she picked up my purse and pulled my cell phone out. She held it up toward us and nodded.

“I have often wondered how adventurous you are, Mr. Thompson.”

“Are we back to formalities again?”

He pushed my dress down off my arms and down my torso until it was gathered in a pool of black material at my knees. I watched his eyes cascade down my body, and I imagined what he saw; a black halter laced around my neck, gently hugging my breasts and showing my cleavage through the mesh material shaped like a heart. It ended just underneath my breasts exposing my tight midriff. The matching thongs showed just a hint of neatly trimmed pubic hair through the material but hid everything else away until my lover was ready to yank the velcro straps free from the sides. Black sheer thigh highs and black heels accented the ensemble perfectly making me feel sexier than I had ever felt in my life.

Robert’s fingers followed the lace around my neck down around my breasts and along the bottom. His eyes never left mine.

“What did you have in mind, Miss Jenkins?”

I crawled toward him and slid my arms around his neck. “You are my first.” I felt his lips on my collarbone, and I tipped my head back. “I never wanted the traditional missionary with the long-term boyfriend I was supposed to marry.” I scooted closer to him, his hardened cock pushing against my pelvic bone. “I never wanted it to be with someone I was worried it wouldn’t be good with.” I kissed his lips hard feeling my arousal grab hold of me and tear through me. “I’ve had you in mind for a while now, and I want to record this.”

“You want to record me fucking you?” He pulled back and looked at Camille.

I nodded seductively pulling him back toward me. “I’m a very sexual person in nature, Robert. I think you know that. I think about sex all the time. I don’t expect a commitment from you.” I kissed the side of his neck and pulled his tie loose. “I know you are married and I respect that.” I pulled his tie loose and slid it off his neck, intertwining it around my wrist. “I want something I can watch over and over again.”

His eyes soaked in everything I did.

“Your own personal p**n?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“You’re awfully trusting. You have no idea the kind of lover I am.”

“I’m willing to take that risk.”

His hands fed up over my shoulders, around the back of my neck and into my hair. His fingers clenched together with handfuls of hair intertwined in them and he pulled my head back making me wince with desire. I began breathing harder as his mouth was on my chest, his teeth biting at my nipples through the thin bikini. It caused sharp shards of electricity to pierce through me with every bite.

He pulled my head back until I fell backward on the bed and he loomed over me, his fingers working at the buttons on his shirt.

“So, I take it that’s a yes?” I said breathlessly.

“I am going to do things to you that will ruin you for any other man in your life.”

My body shivered with excitement as he pulled the shirt off his shoulders revealing a beautifully sculpted chest and abs. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down before dropping down on me. He hovered over me, his lips devouring mine. I tried touching him, but he quickly grabbed my wrists and slammed them back to the bed pinning them down as he continued to seduce me.