Beating the Competition (Closed for Wolf Vixen)

Seeing that cocky smile on Barry's face had Sandra grinning inside. Usually that smile lit a fire in her but opposite of what she was feeling now, this time that smile did something else. She wasn't sure what until he asked his question and his fingers began to move again. Her legs started to part as his fingers grew closer and she realized then that his smile, that confidence in him started to crack a barrier she had built long ago.

His eyes held promises of such pleasure and yet a teasing in them as well. Sandra actually gasped at the feel of his tongue even though she saw him move closer to her. Her arms quickly rose to grab the shower walls only feeling her fingertips barley brush the walls. She felt her legs grow weak quickly but hoped the little purchase she had on the walls would keep her upright. Barry had a talented tongue and he was certainly showing her how talented it was. Before long she was panting, her head tossed back as her body tingled and built even more.

The feel of his fingers inside of her had her hips tilting toward his mouth as well as her muscles rippling around them. She knew she was excited about what they had done but she never would have guessed how close she was to an orgasm until Barry added the third finger. It took very little to have her spiraling off the edge. She cried out as her body shook, her legs grew even weaker than before. Sandra felt herself start to lower, her fingertip grip on the wall not being enough to hold her up. She tried to gather strength in her legs, but even that was washed away with the orgasm that was coursing through her body.

The lower her body got the more she felt his fingers and his tongue on her sending her spiraling yet again. Sandra gasped for air, feeling her body shutter in his hand. She wanted him to stop so she could gain her legs again and yet she didn't want him to stop because of the explosion that was setting off inside of her. One hand pulled from the wall to grip his shoulder, making her hips tilt slightly back away from him but not far enough that she didn't feel his tongue still. Sandra was lost to the sensations, lost to this man....it was new to her but something she was embracing as her body cried from the release.
 
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Barry had already eaten Sandra out once, but this time would be that much more enjoyable. This time, he was in the position to touch, taste, and enjoy Sandra's pussy as much as he wanted. He was ever-aware of the effect that his ministrations were having, and on occasion, he even lifted his gaze up to watch her, wanting to savor her reactions as he pleasured her.

The cry of release that Barry pulled from Sandra was simply perfect. He saw her body quaking with her orgasm, and couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her sliding slowly down the wall. The hand that she braced on his shoulder though, only served to make him try that much harder. He redouble his efforts, driving his fingers into her again and again, very much aware of her pussy still convulsing the invading digits, not even fully recovered from the first orgasm he'd given her. Barry's mouth was far from lax in it's own efforts though. He sucked hard on her clit, still flicking it furiously with his tongue.

Though he knew that Sandra would likely want him to stop, or at least slow so that she could get her legs beneath her once more, Barry had no intention of doing anything of the sort. In fact, the very moment her second orgasm would start to wane, the motion of his fingers would change, from the furious finger-fuck, to steady and deliberate stimulation of her g-spot. Barry knew that in Sandra's current state, she could very well find herself on her ass on the floor if she came hard enough, and he hoped that a g-spot orgasm would do just that, while also giving them both something to remember.
 
Sandra's grip on Barry's shoulder tightened as she felt his fingers move quicker than before, his tongue not even slowing. Sandra was completely lost in the sensation, barely able to think of the first thing past the quick release she just had. Even though she had had one orgasm, the feel of his fingers and tongue was building her for another. The more she built toward that next one the more her legs wanted to give way and she even felt them begin to burn with the effort to keep her upright.

Sandra's tried to grip the wall even more. Even tried to see if the wall was closer on any side of her, yet Barry planned this perfectly since he had her in the middle of the shower stall. Her eyes glanced down to him between her legs and the sight of him there had that hand that was searching for a better purchase on the wall to grip his head. Her fingers began to curl into his hair, unsure if she was going to pull him off of her or hold him to her.

As her grip tightened even more to pull him from her as her legs began to shake her body chose that very moment to shoot straight into her next orgasm. Sandra's fingers clamped down onto Barry as her voice rose past the water sound. She felt the wash of pleasure run through her and with it the last bit of her strength. She just prayed that Barry held on to her as her body was no longer the slightest bit useful to her.
 
Barry felt Sandra's grip tighten, and despite his furious ministrations, he could see the effort it was taking her to remain upright. He had no intention of stopping though, because he was enjoying everything he was doing to her, causing within her.

Sandra's other hand reaching to grip his hair made Barry wonder if he'd gone too far, until the full force of her orgasm hit her anyway. As Barry's right hand continued to assault her pussy, his tongue torturing her clit, Barry took the opportunity to wrap his left around around her, as far up her body as he could reach, helping to steady her as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. Sandra's orgasmic cry rising above the shower was truly music to his ears, and he kept to his relentless ministrations, riding out the full of her powerful orgasm before finally pulling his lips away. He did keep his fingers inside her though, giving her pussy something to convulse around as she came down from the powerful release. His left arm meanwhile, held her steady, and would continue to do so until either she stepped away, or pushed him away, whichever happened first.
 
Sandra found herself gasping for air even as she felt Barry's lips move away from her clit. She was thankful for that seeing as she was beginning to get sensitive. His fingers, however, didn't pull from her and that alone caused her to look down into his eyes. She saw that confidence that he held, the one that came from years of getting what he wanted out of women and yet there was more to it this time.

Sandra felt her body begin to calm but even then she still had no strength in her legs and was thankful for Barry's arm around her, holding her up. She tried to clear her throat, feeling how it started to tingle from being used hard already, "Barry, you're going to have to stop. I highly doubt you want to hold me like this."

Sandra had orgasms before but every one with Barry so far has been massive. She had never felt how strong they could be until she had her first one with him. Even then she thought they would wane over time but so far he has surprised her at every turn. Maybe that was part of the reason why things had started to change between them. If so she knew it was only a small part of the reason since she rarely ever stacked all her cards on sex alone.

Her fingers loosened in his hair, even began to play with the locks as her muscles tightened and relaxed around his fingers that were still buried inside of her. She tried to gather strength in her legs, but found that was a worthless cause. She felt her body tingle and a soft moan escaped her lips while her fingers flexed on his shoulder and the heat grew in her eyes.
 
Barry's gaze lifted as Sandra gasped for breath, a small but confident smile on his face as he basked in what he had done. Sandra looking down and meeting his gaze made it all the more perfect, especially since he was still holding her up.

"Your words say one thing Sandra, but your body says another." Barry said after feeling Sandra's pussy tightening and relaxing around his fingers."I suppose you are right though, this is not the best position to continue."

Barry took his time in standing, letting Sandra play with his hair with one hand, and flex her fingers on his shoulder with the other. He still held her gaze though, as he rose slowly and carefully to his feet, ensuring that his right hand remained as still as possible.

With his eyes still locked with Sandra's, Barry guided her slowly backwards until her back rested against the wall. He leaned in forward then, wondering if she'd let him kiss her as his fingers start to move again, adjusting at first before he turned his wrist just so, bending his fingers, and pressing against her g-spot. With a slow, deliberate, and massaging motion, wondering how far she'd let him push before she made him stop.
 
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As Barry stood, Sandra's eyes never left his. Her fingers continued to play in his hair until she felt him moving her backwards. Her legs tried to work but she felt the press of the wall before they actually moved good. As his body moved into her, her legs parted as if he had wished for it. Her walls clamping down on his fingers still inside of her even as his lips drew closer to her own.

Barry paused, almost teasing her and Sandra had had enough teasing for one day. Her fingers gripped his hair and pulled him to her mouth, parting her lips quickly to taste herself on his tongue. She moaned even as his fingers turned and started to massage against her g-spot. Her hips moved with his fingers as her moaned grew only to be captured in his mouth.

Sandra didn't know what was coming over her but for the first time in a long time she wasn't in control of her own pleasure, he was. His fingers moved how he wanted them to move, his body pressed to hers the way he wanted to and she knew without even asking he would keep his cock from her until he was ready to give it to her. Her body flared to life with those thoughts, her fingers tightened just slightly in his hair as her fingers gripped his shoulder even more. Sandra was at his mercy and for once she was completely for it.
 
Barry felt Sandra's receptive motions, the way she backed up when he wanted to, the way she let him press himself to her, the way she parted her legs, and even the way her pussy clamped down on his invading fingers, moments before he renewed his assault upon her senses.

Sandra's hand in his hair, pulling him to that kiss told Barry that she truly wanted this too. His fingers started to move faster, the heel of his hand pressing to her clit as his fingers moved. His left hand even lifted to her hair, pulling and holding her to that kiss as he continued to enjoy her body. He kept that kiss relatively brief though, pulling from it just so he could pull her head to the side and pounce on her neck once more. He pressed himself hard against her, letting her feel the press of his skin against her as he worked hard for her pleasure, wanting to feel one more orgasm ravage her system before he even started to worry about his own pleasure.
 
Sandra moaned feeling Barry's fingers slide into her hair. She felt her body giving way even more with every motion Barry took. His fingers inside of her was pulling more and more moans from her body while building it once again.

When he broke the kiss and tilted her head she couldn't help the groan of approval that slipped from her, almost like she was cheering him on to take her. Her hips moved, her walls tightened around his fingers as they continued to work inside of her. Sandra's breath was coming quicker and quicker and yet she knew she wasn't close, not yet at least. Her nails started to dig into his shoulder the more excited she became. Her hand in his hair released its grip and dropped down to his back to press him even more into her.

Sandra was losing all thoughts to the sensations Barry was giving her. From his lips along her neck to his fingers pressed inside of her to even his fingers wrapped in the strands of her hair, she felt completely alive and on fire. "Yes Barry, God Yes," was all she could muster as her body shivered between him and the wall that was keeping her upright.
 
Every groan that Barry pulled from Sandra, every panting breath, every tightening of her fingers on his shoulder pushed him onwards, knowing that she was helpless to stop him. She wasn't even tied down, or anything, and she was completely at her mercy. Her words especially though, pushed his own desires to all new limits.

"Yes what Sandra?" Barry asked, pausing briefly with his fingers so he could dig the heel of his hand into her, pressing hard against her clit and rocking his hand back and forth. No sooner did he feel her start to respond to that, then his fingers picked up again, redoubling their pace inside her, massaging her g-spot harder and faster. He alternated back and forth as he pressed himself against her, letting her feel his hard cock against her hip.

"Tell me what you want Sandra, and tell me quick, or I'll leave you like this, aching for a release that I won't let you have! Now what do you want?" Despite his questioning though, Barry gave Sandra no respite. He pressed his cock against her hip, his chest to her breasts, his lips to her neck, the heel of his hand to her clit, and his fingers to her g-spot. He assaulted every bit of her that he could reach, and enjoyed every bit of it!
 
"Fuck," Sandra cried out as the heel of Barry's hand ground against her clit and his fingers stopped. Just as that sensation sparked in her he went back to his fingers inside of her. He was teasing her, holding her off and yet building her over and over again. She knew the signs, knew what they meant to do and that is exactly what they were doing to her, breaking down the rest of her defenses.

"You Barry...I want you!" Sandra's eyes closed hoping to keep herself the least bit centered but with the feel of Barry's hard cock pressed to her hip, his fingers pressing on that sweet spot of hers while his lips teased her neck and the heel of his hand heightened her clit even more she didn't know how much longer it was going to be before she started to literally beg him for release.

Sandra had a feeling that was what Barry was going for and for the first time in a long time she was more than willing to give it to him. That thought should have scared her, should have made her push him away but instead it had her gripping him tighter, her nails raking over his back as her leg actually gained enough strength to wrap around his calf. She needed to feel him inside of her and she was completely torn. His fingers were working on building her up and yet she needed his cock inside of her. She gasped and panted as her hips rocked with each motions of his fingers and the heel of his hand.

"Fuck me...God please fuck me. I need you inside," Sandra screamed out. She knew well that he would still make her wait but at least she let it be known what it was she was wanting more than anything at that moment.
 
Barry let himself laugh when he heard Sandra beg for him, beg him to fuck her. He felt her foot on his calf, and he already knew how open she was, how wet she was, and how easily she could take his cock when he was ready to give it to her, but for now, he wanted something else from her.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he lowered his voice to a whisper, wanting to make her strain to hear him, even as he kept up everything he was doing. "You'll get a good fucking when you cum for me like a good girl, but only if you cum hard Sandra. Can you do that for me, can you cum hard all over my hand, preparing that pussy of yours for a nice hard cock?" He did everything at once, adding the soft tone of his voice to the game, wanting to make it all that much more difficult for her to resist.

Moments after he spoke, Barry grabbed Sandra by the hair and pulled her back to kiss him, a hard, rough, and violent kiss as he ravaged her body, wanting to force her orgasm from her before he fucked her again. The fact that he knew she wanted it too made it that much more perfect.
 
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Sandra's body was moving with Barry's fingers, building her more and more. She knew he would hold her off a bit longer but she wasn't prepared for that voice of his whispering across her skin making her strain to hear him.

She heard every word he spoke and it was like almost every word was attached to her clit and pussy. Her walls rippled around his fingers and every time the word 'cum' came from his lips her whole body shuttered between him and the wall. Sandra groaned knowing damn well that her body was completely and utterly along for the ride.

She felt the pull of her hair as her eyes slipped open just in time to have Barry's mouth pressed to hers. Her eyes quickly slipped closed as her tongue battled with is as she felt his effort pick up. She felt the tingle began to spread and all she could do was set her nails into his shoulder and back and pray that he didn't stop.
 
Barry could feel Sandra's body responding now, feel it building, pulsing. shuddering, getting ready for it. Despite that though, he kept at it, wanting to catch her by surprise, right when she didn't expect it. No sooner did their lips crash together, and Sandra's nails dug into his shoulder, than he was poised and ready.

The moment he felt Sandra's first muffled cry of release, and felt her pussy spasm, he ripped his fingers from her, pushed her legs further apart and lunged forward, driving into her with savage intent, wanting to catch her in the middle of that powerful orgasm, catch her there and push her farther than even she thought she was capable. That first thrust buried the full of his cock into her, and every thrust that followed was exactly the same, long, full, and punishing, pounding into her pussy as it spasmed around him, massaging his length as he did as she bade, fucked her!
 
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Sandra felt Barry's fingers rip from her and she almost cried out in dismay, but before it even had time to travel up her throat did she feel him grip her legs and drive into her. Sandra's lips ripped from Barry's as the scream emerged in place of the cry. Her orgasm that was coming slowly up her body ripped through her like nothing she had ever felt before.

Her nails raked against his shoulder and back though never releasing their prior death grip on him. She was certain she left marks but as her body crashed and spiraled completely out of control she didn't care.

Barry's cock pounded into her and no sooner did the massive orgasm start to wane, another took its place. Sandra could barely catch her breath between the cries of pleasure that echoed through the room. Never before had anyone ever done what Barry was doing to her. She knew then she was lost, completely lost to him and no matter what happened she wouldn't be able to let him go.
 
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Barry knew with that first driving thrust, and the scream that it caused, that there was no going back. Her nails bit into his skin, and Barry responded with his teeth, setting them into Sandra's neck. Despite both of their actions though, he never halted in what he was doing. He pounded his cock into her convulsing cunt, ever-aware of the orgasm he'd pulled from her, and wanting to prolong both it, and the next one that followed.

How long they remained like that, lost in likely the most intense fuck of their lives, Barry didn't know. All he knew just then was the woman in front of him, the pussy that was spasming so perfectly around his cock, and his own desire to make this as perfect for the two of them as was humanly possible.

Barry's body responded to his desires, almost on cue. No sooner did he wish it, than it was so. He felt his body begin to build, but that only forced him to redouble his pace, driving into Sandra with seemingly no regard for her, despite the fact that she had bade him to do so. Barry hit the edge as he felt Sandra crest into another. The sound of one of her cries of orgasm, and the feeling of her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock forced his from him. His cock erupted with his cum, but still he didn't stop. Thrust after driving thrust, Barry fucked his hot seed into Sandra, draining his balls before finally forcing himself to stop. He loosed his teeth from her neck, gasping for breath, even as he held there, supporting her against the wall, his softening cock still inside her, giving her body something to enjoy while they both came down from the tumultuous high that he'd taken them to.
 
Barry's thrust drove into her time and again, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her body. Sandra actually got to the point she didn't think she would have a voice left after he was done with her, but she really could care less.

The feel of his teeth in her neck was making not only the feel of his cock more pronounced but the slam of each orgasm even stronger. Sandra knew she loved to deal out pain but this was the first time anyone every did anything of the sort to her and it had her head spinning. Her own nails set in Barry's shoulder and back kept her in place, along with his hands gripping her legs, keeping her open for his ramming cock.

Sandra felt Barry's cock swell inside of her and she knew he was close. His thrust increase and it felt like she was going to explode. One moment hanging on that edge and the next falling over it in his arms. She screamed out her orgasm just as she felt Barry's cock start to spasm inside of her. His thrusts didn't stop there as every spasm had Barry driving into her again.

When he finally stopped and his teeth loosened on her neck she felt the throb of pain shoot through her and it only made her moan and tighten around Barry's softening cock. Sandra tried to loosen her own grip but was afraid she would find her ass on the shower floor. Her breath panting and her throat raw from the screams she rested her lips against his shoulder and tried to grab on to reality around them.

Barry held her up against the wall as their breath slowly returned to both of them. Her fingers finally moving from the death grip they had on him to a caress over the spots she held onto. She sighed contently, almost wanting to stay like this and she knew then that Barry wasn't going to be sleeping down here, no matter how determined she was to keep a distance from him. That battle was long ago lost to her own desires, she was just too stubborn to see it for what it was. Her lips moved from his shoulder to his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin before her hoarse voice slipped against his neck, "Come to bed with me Barry."
 
The whole shower seemed so surreal to Barry just then. He could barely recall how it had started, yet now here they were. Barry felt the tenderness in Sandra's touch, a stark contrast to the way he'd been fucking the hell out of her, and to the way her nails had been digging into him just moments ago. He heard her words too, but didn't act on them right away. He didn't know how much strength she would have left in her legs just then, and he was more than content with this position until she was in fact ready to move.

Only when he was sure that Sandra wouldn't fall over once they moved did Barry finally move the slightest bit backwards, letting his soft cock slip from within Sandra as he guided her back into the spray of the shower. He slowly turned her around and leaned her back against him. His hand found the soap once more, and he washed her once more. He tried to be careful with both her neck and her pussy, but he was a thorough as he could be in his cleaning of her, while still ensuring that she wouldn't fall.

Once Sandra was clean once more, Barry turned the water off and reached for the towels. "Think you can dry yourself, or do I need to do that too?" Barry joked, still not moving from behind her.
 
Barry didn't make any move to let Sandra go, but she was happy where she was, so it didn't matter to her. She continued to caress over Barry's back until he finally moved them both from the wall. She bit back the slight whimper at the feel of his cock slipping from her, but the warmth of the water made her sigh instead.

Sandra was rather surprised that the water heater had lasted this long, but then again being the only one using the hot water it should last a good little while. Sandra felt Barry's hands on her, turning her and she turned into the spray. She felt him lean her back against him and her eyes slipped closed. Her fingers played lightly along his thighs as his hands moved over her body, washing her off. Sandra did notice that he stayed from the bite mark on her neck and her pussy. She smiled at the thought that Barry was trying to be so gentle with her, but what he was really doing was teasing her. She pushed the tingles away even though she felt her body move from time to time arching toward his touch.

When the water turned off her eyes slowly opened. This was the first time in what seemed like forever that someone was pampering her and she didn't demand it of them. Sandra wondered for a moment if Barry picked up on his own actions yet or, if like her, she was going with what she felt like doing.

Sandra laughed at Barry's question, "Well dear, if you dried me too, we might not make it upstairs tonight." Sandra winked at him as she reached for the towel, "That washing teased enough. I don't think I need to be teased with a towel too, not unless you plan on finishing what you started." Sandra was teasing Barry, but it felt good, almost like they had been doing this for years.

She paused with her hand around the towel and wondered why they hadn't done this before now. Besides being in competing companies and the fact they hated each other for different reasons....why didn't they just throw caution to the wind before now? Her eyes moved over Barry and she admitted to herself that she always found him good looking and sexy as hell. If it hadn't been for the way he treated women, she would have said screw her job a long time ago. Sandra wondered if he felt the same. Obviously he had a desire to be with her too, he said as much.

Moving closer to him she leaned into his body, not once having dried any part of herself. She whispered softly to him, "Remind me again why we haven't done this before now." She pressed her lips softly to his before stepping back and beginning to dry her body, but making sure to give Barry a show in the process.
 
Barry caught the wink that Sandra aimed at him, and he couldn't help the soft chuckle that it pulled from him. "I'm surprised you've even got another round in you." He said with a smile. "I don't know if we can say the same for your voice though. It sounds about ready to throw in the towel."

Despite what he said though, Barry couldn't resist the urge to watch Sandra as she approached him. He didn't make to move away from her when she leaned close, and he let her kiss him before watching her back up and start to dry herself, clearly putting on a show for him in the process.

"Well..." Barry started as he started to dry himself. "I don't know about you, but I am rather attached to the comfortable life that our jobs afford us. I mean hell, what would my faithful tabloid writers and readers do if they didn't see me on the front pages every now and again?" He finished drying himself and waited for Sandra to do the same, enjoying every minute of the sensual process, even if he wasn't doing it himself.
 
Sandra turned from Barry, wrapping the towel around her form and moving through the room, almost like she expected him to follow her and in a way she was. But it also gave her the opportunity to clear her mind on his words. What he said, while true still stung and that bothered her. What he did with his life even before they decided to journey down this path shouldn't be her concern.

As she moved to the door she wondered if Barry would continue to give the press something to capture and talk about even if they took this more seriously. Sandra feared that he would and she wondered how she was going to handle it. She moved through the house with sure steps but she certainly did feel so sure about things now. Her purpose was to teach him his ways were wrong and yet now it seemed they had moved farther past that yet he still talked about his life like it was something he was not prepared to leave behind.

Slowly Sandra walked up the steps, still not looking back for him. For all she knew he could have very well have left the house and was now on his slow journey back to that life she was to teach him better of, but at that point she didn't care. In fact she would be surprised if she made it to her room and find him still behind her, only then would she believe that he may change his way of thinking.

Sandra moved through her bedroom door and slipped the towel from her body to drape it over the chest at the foot of her king size bed. She turned, unsure what was written on her face by this point but she needed to know if Barry was still there or if she needed to start hating herself for allowing yet another man in her life get the better of her.
 
Barry watched as Sandra turned from him and wrapped the towel around herself. When she started towards the door though, he found himself hesitating for a couple of different reasons. He didn't know if he was supposed to wait here, or if she still wanted him to go to bed with her. He swallowed hard as he started to follow her, wrapping his towel around his waist as he did.

As the pair walked, Barry's gaze remained on Sandra's back. It didn't pass his notice though, that she didn't once look back over her shoulder to see if he was behind her. Even as the pair moved slowly up the steps, she still didn't look back. In fact, it wasn't until they reached her bedroom, and he watched her remove the towel that she finally did turn around.

Barry wasn't sure what to make of the look on Sandra's face, but he stood his ground, not stepping either towards her or backwards. He met her blue gaze and held it, letting her decide what exactly she wanted to do.
 
When Sandra turned to find Barry still there she was shocked, but it didn't go unnoticed to her that he had a concerned look upon his face or that he wasn't moving in either direction. She stood there a moment more wondering what was going on in his mind, if in fact this was just another 'notch' for him or if it was something more.

Sandra finally took the initiative and moved to him, grabbing his towel around his waist and tugging it off. She let it drop to the floor before her hand slipped around his soft member while her other hand moved up his chest. "Do you like being the playboy of the city Barry? Having a new woman every night in your bed?" Her hand tightened just slightly at the end of her question.

Sandra didn't even wait for his answer before her hands slipped from him and she moved over to the bed, crawling into it. She pulled down the sheets and slipped under them before looking to him from her pillow, "Am I just another that should be added to that wall now?"
 
Barry swallowed hard when he met Sandra's gaze as she turned. The brief silence between them was agonizing. He didn't dare move though. He couldn't gauge the look on her face, and he risked angering her, regardless of which direction he moved in.

Sandra's movement elicited a soft exhale from Barry. He didn't expect what she did though, didn't expect her to tug his towel from around his waist, let it drop to the floor, and step right up to him. As he watched her eyes, trying to read her, he felt her hand grasp his soft cock while her other one slid up his chest. He was distracted by her actions though, and because of them, it took a few seconds for her questions to register in his mind. By the time they did, she had already retreated to her bed. He was silent as he watched her pull back the sheets and climb in. It was almost fortunate for him that he didn't have an answer for her just then, because the look that she passed between him and her pillow told him a lot.

Barry didn't know how long he stood there, looking at Sandra as he tried to process her questions. Truthfully, he wished that his answers were as simple as her pointed questions seemed to dictate. Hell, before tonight, they prolly would have been. This one night with Sandra though, had changed a lot, probably for both of them. With a soft sigh, Barry let his gaze drop, bowing his head before moving. His walk didn't reflect the indecision in his mind though, but was slow and confident as he moved around her side of the bed until he stood before her. He could have remained standing, perhaps taking up a position of authority, but he chose to sit, facing her, with his left knee bent before him as his right hung off.

With another soft sigh, Barry started to speak, his gaze still meeting Sandra's, letting her judge his words and posture for herself. "You are not like any of the other women on that wall, Sandra. We're both different from them, and for the same reason as it were. We both worked our way up in this world. We worked for, and deserve, everything around us, from the houses we live in, to the cars we drive." Barry paused there, giving Sandra a moment to consider his words before he continued.

"You ask if I enjoy how I spend my nights, my sexual exploits, and truthfully, the answer is yes. It wasn't always like that though. In fact, I wasn't that different from your friend Amber. Once my company started to take off though, and the money started rolling in, everything changed. I tried looking for a relationship, a meaningful one, one that could maybe lead to marriage one day. The problem though, is that with money, come women, and with women, came the the lies. It was the gold-diggers that caused me to be who I am now, so sick of their lies and pretending, that I kept all of them at a distance, not letting anybody get close. Things were just easier that way, especially with work."
 
Sandra watched Barry carefully, the way he moved to the bed, even noticing how instead of standing he sat beside her. When his eyes turned to hers she waited for his response. At the mention of enjoying his sexual exploits she felt the all too familiar rage boil up in her. She knew exactly where it was coming from, the same place that ended up making her who she was today.

Sandra fought to keep her eyes locked with his at the mention of her friend, the one she started this for and yet it went so far beyond what she intended with Barry. Just the thought of how much she had already betrayed her friend hurt Sandra, but still she listened. She completely understood Barry's take on what his life has been like because she had certainly had those same trials in her own. Finding people that claimed to want you and yet all they were looking for was someone to take care of them, provide for them....they used her just like the women were using Barry. Yet Barry's ideal had a fatal flaw in it that even Sandra learned, you couldn't treat everyone like the ones that first betrayed you.

Even Sandra knew it was a hard lesson and she tried to keep that in mind when going out, but more times than naught she found herself doing what she did, knowing that keeping the men and women more or less under lock and key kept her from having to deal with the people that would betray her. While Barry still followed the same path to protect himself, she had given herself a new one, one in which she took control of every situation.

Her eyes moved away from Barry's as her thoughts spun around in her mind. Were they foolish to think that for an instant what they had would lead to more? How would the world, especially their companies handle ever knowing there was something going on between them. Most importantly, would either of them risk their careers to find out in the long run. Too many questions entered her mind until she finally looked to Barry, "Come to bed Barry."

Sandra wasn't sure what tomorrow held for either of them, but she would have to sleep on it and decide what to do on the new day. She turned from Barry, waiting for him to join her, intending on analyzing everything that had happened between them. Her eyes closed in the hope of actually sleeping for once in a very long time, but the reality was that her mind was so out of control, sleep would probably be the last thing she would be getting that evening.
 
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