All Chapters of Shhh...They Will Hear Us : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I pulled the collar of my coat up around my face. If I felt any colder, my voice would tremble, but I had to admit, she was right. I was scared. "What's the good news?" Constance smiled. "The good news is, you've got nothing to be scared of, silly. Whether you know it or not, you are one of the most beautiful women in this building, maybe in this city. And with the way you've dressed today, no one will be missing that, including Mr. Beefcake." I did feel a little warmer. "Oh, you're just saying that." "Hey, I'm only going so far with the compliments. You have nothing to fear today. It's just lunch, for Godsakes. Relax and if you can't relax around those people, then have a stiff drink -- heck, have two. It's Friday afterall. But remember, they're going to be looking at you. Wanting to know who you are. What makes you tick. Tommy might play it cool, but he can't help but be attracted to the prettiest girl he's ever gone out with." I smiled and sat up, looking at Constance. I was be

Tommy picked me up right on time. He drove us to this wonderful little hotel right off the Embarcadero next to the Bay Bridge. It was one of those crisp, cool evenings with no fog in the air, where you can see all the lights of Berkeley and Oakland sprinkled on the water. Tommy was being a perfect gentleman and I felt great perched on his arm as we came in to be seated. Our table was at the back of the restaurant just off the hotel lobby with a great view of the bay and the bridge. Little round tables covered with white, floor-length cloths, silver settings and lighted candles. It was the essence of romance. The waiter approached a short Italian man with a big mustache. "May I take your coat, Madam?" I smiled, handing him my gloves. "Yes, thank you." I untied the belt and pulled my lapels apart, watching Tommy. When my legs came into view, I swear he almost fell over the table. Glasses banged together and the salt and pepper toppled. I had to stifle a laugh. I handed my coat to

After a visit to the jewelry store I headed home. I travel light so when I got home I was able to easily carry my bags up to the apartment. I put them down and opened the door, happy to be home. After my stop at the jewelry store, my bags weren't the only thing that were light and I was keenly aware of the need to get some income producing work out of the way.The thing is, travel is very tiring, for me at least and the kind of work I do requires real enthusiasm and mental alertness, so work was out of question, at least for the rest of the day.I wasn't making excuses. I was worn out from the flight and Sandra and her sister were expecting me later on in the evening; I decided to take a nap.Before napping, I took a hot shower letting the warm water wash much of the weariness of travel from my body. I wrapped myself in a white terry robe and headed for my room.On the way to the bedroom I gulped a couple of the "Ever-hard" capsules Gretta had found so offensive. After all, Sandy had

Behind the door, the sound of the vibrator stopped and was replaced by a regular slapping sound that grew louder and faster as I listened. Suddenly I heard Gretta cry "Oh David!" I stood in stunned silence for a moment and then the steady sound of the vibrator resumed. Reaching into my pajama bottoms I grasped my aching dick and began to slide my hand up and down its slippery length the obsequious sound of the vibrator mixing lewdly with the slippery sounds issuing from inside of my bottoms. For a couple of minutes I reveled in my indecent behavior listening to the slick sound of my hand moving back and forth under the material. I briefly pulled my bottoms down and stood at her door stroking the shining length of my rigid erection openly, stopping to slap it back and forth causing droplets to spray on the door. Behind the door the slapping sound had resumed but the vibrator was going as well. I was left to imagine what was happening a few feet away on the other side of that clos

She talked about how they would hold "fashion shows" for each other modeling clothing they had purchased and how the shows became a pretext for showing off and arousing each other. She explained how their relationship went form individual masturbation in the dark, to telling each other what to do while they did it. How they had moved to watching each other and finally to touching, kissing and getting each other off. She talked about the conversations they would have while they were rubbing off. She said that her roommate had a collection of "stroke books" and told me that she would read to her roommate and watch while she rubbed off and then her roommate would read to her as she did the same. Sometimes, she said, they would take turns, coming together as they did. "Just knowing that someone was watching me, getting aroused along with me and then coming the same time I did made all the difference" she said as my fingers moved over her soft skin. Every once in a while, my cock would t