A Lesson in Restraint

[Kesulgim]

It was a normal week really, work had been its usual boring self so far with little or no excitement even threatening to raise its head. Working in the towns bank had afforded him time to get to know most of the people who came in and 10 years down the line it was still the same steady pace he'd come to accept, quite the step down from the college football he thought he'd never stop playing.

Nobody had been in for some time so he decided it was a good time to nip outside for a quick smoke. Going out the back door into the alley he lit up, taking a long draw before slouching against the wall and breathing out. Leaning his head back till it touched the wall looking up at the sky for a moment.

The first drop of rain got him right in the eye, bringing his head back down to his chest blinking rubbing his eye quickly before the heavens opened up. He jumped back inside flicking his cigarette into a newly forming puddle. Brushing of what he could from his jacket he went back inside when his cell went off.

"Hello?"

"Hello love it’s me, just thought I’d let you know I'm going to be another couple of days here. I miss you" her sweet voice was being overpowered by all the noise in the background at her office.

"OK dear, give me a call tonight, I have soccer practice later but you can call me after? I have to get back to work"

"Sure I’ll try my best hun, it’s a bit hectic here, bye"

With that he closed his cell pocketing it back into his jacket before walking back to his desk, sat down and looked at the picture of his wife on top of his paperwork. Picking up the frame and looking at the picture for a little bit, it was hard to think it had been 8 years since the wedding and things had been just normal really.

Her new job had started taking her out of state a lot on work assignments, but he kept himself busy most evenings wasn't much different from when she didn't work. They made up for it on the occasional weekend., he missed her but understood that this was something she had wanted to do for along time. She didn't get much excitement otherwise and it seemed to make her so happy, it was great to hear her so busy and enjoying her work.

He sat back in his chair looking at the clock over the main entrance slowly tick by, he couldn't wait till work was over so he could get some practice in on the fields, but at the moment that felt like an absolute age away. He slumped in his chair picking up a pencil and slowly twirling it in his fingers occasionally rapping the desk.

(closed)

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Kristen leaned back in her chair, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear. "Done."

"And?" Charlie Everett asked from his perch on the corner of her desk.

"Same old, same old," she replied. "Sports. Work. Yadda yadda. Josh isn't likely to miss me."

"Well, I sure would. I don't know why you stay, Kris."

She smiled and shrugged as he placed his hand over hers. Charles Everett was her immediate supervisor at Megtronix Tech, running their outsourcing department. Twenty five years her senior, he had taken her under his wing when she'd first come to work there ten years before and now they were like conjoined twins. Work, travel, business and... pleasure.

Kristen looked around to see if anyone was in earshot. Satisfied that what she said wouldn't be overheard, she looked up at Charlie and smiled again. "Sometimes I don't know why I don't leave either," she said. "I guess I love him in my own way. Old habits die hard." She shrugged. "He's a good man. A good provider... All this you know. We've been over it a hundred times."

Charlie nodded. It was true and equally the same for him. He was stuck in a loveless marriage that had gone dry years before. He and Kristen made a good team on so many levels, he thought -- both of them just waiting for the other to make the first move. Funny thing was that neither of them would ever do it.

"Come on," he said, looking at his watch. "We've done about all we're going to do here for now. Let's go get some dinner and... "

This time her smile broadened into a wide grin. "How about some of that 'and' first?"

"Just lead the way, Mrs. Grier. Your wish is my command." And she knew it was.

 

[Kesulgim]

He was thankful the work day was over. Giving his desk a quick tidy as he watched the clock tick over to closing time, and was gone quicker than it takes a light bulb to pop. He opened the back door, gingerly looking skywards, it was clear the rain had passed, grinning eh threw his keys up slightly catching them and heading straight for the car.

"Hey Josh!! Meet you on the pitch!!" It was Sam jumping into his car and revving the engine hard.

He raised his hand and climbed in, double checking the backseat to make sure his kit was there. Reaching over to the glove box he started to rummage around for a CD to play. He was bit surprised to find some heavy music selections in his car, so taking one decided to play it on the way to the pitch.

As he drove he started to pay attention to some of the lyrics, they were quite outrageous, must have been one of the guys CD's that got left in the car one night, he decided to carry on listening anyways.

Pulling up to the pitch half the guys were already playing, he reached over grabbing his kit bag. He wasn't shy, started getting changed on the side of the pitch using the car door to at least attempt some modesty.

"Nice ass Josh"

He nearly lept out of his skin, it was Sarah, she was leaning on her car bonnet watching him intentionally, and with a great deal of interest, licking her lips slowly. He grabbed the car door and pulled it almost closed.

"Hey do you mind? I'm trying to change here” he became a little flush raising his eyebrows at her. "Scoot!" he tried to get her to walk off but she just sat there staring.

He huffed and continued to get dressed as quickly as possible. Most of the guy’s wife’s were around watching. Kristen had never turned up to one of his practices or matches, wasn’t really her thing and he never pressed her to turn up. Finally getting his boots on, he made his way out to the pitch, Sarah whistling him on.

The Pitch was water logged and it wasn’t too long before he made a fatal mistake. He slipped and fell flat on his back, everyone stopped and erupted in laughter, he was caked in mud from head to toe and the match hadn't even begun yet. The next 90 minutes were filled with most of the team taking a plunge in the dirt all he could think about for those 90 minutes was getting home and taking a well deserved shower.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

They went to a small bar and grill that they'd seen a couple of days before, taking a dimly lit back booth and sitting side by side. "Long day," Kristen sighed, slipping out of her suit jacket. "but I think they've got everything under control now. Can we pencil in one more day?"

"We could," Charlie grinned, knowing what the extra day would be for. "We could both use a little R and R. It'll be a while before our next trip."

Kristen nodded, smiling up at the barmaid who had just appeared and was looking a little harried. "What can I get you folks? Dinner specials are up on the blackboard over there." She turned to point.

"I'll have the lamb, please. Salad. Just oil and vinegar would be great. Baked potato, broccoli and red wine. House is fine."

"Steak," Charlie said, placing his hand surreptitiously on Kristen's thigh as he gave his order. "Keep it mooing. I'll skip the salad and have soup. Clam chowder? Baked and corn. Oh, and a beer. Draft -- whatever you've got is fine."

The young girl nodded. "Be right back."

"We should have gone back to the hotel first," Kristen giggled.

"Oh? Is there something you wanted instead of dinner?" He grinned lewdly, his hand sliding further up under her skirt.

"Maybe," she replied, boldly placing her hand over the growing bulge in his trousers. "Seems that you might have other interests also."

"Here you go!" The barmaid was back with their drinks and Kristen stifled a gasp as Charlie's fingers reached her pussy.

"Erm... thanks," she finally managed.

"Right. Thanks," he added, trying to look innocent as his fingers pressed against the damp gusset of her panties. "Take my cock out," he whispered in her ear as the barmaid walked away.

"Mmm... " Kristen looked around to see if anyone was watching them as she fumbled with his zipper. There was something highly erotic about doing this. Maybe it was the chance of being caught. It made her nervous but at the same time... "Gods, Charlie. What are we doing?"

She spread her legs further as his fingers slid beneath the silk, slowly insinuating themselves into the slick wetness of her pussy. "Nice," she whispered, freeing his cock and beginning to stroke.

Kristen was on fire as Charlie's fingers worked their magic over her clit. They hadn't managed any alone time during the day and it had been building up. She moaned deeply, gutterally as he slipped a finger inside of her.

"You're so wet," he whispered against her ear, his hips rocking with the rhythm of her hand as she slid it up and down his length.

"Jesus, Charlie... I'm... " Her eyelids flickered and she leaned her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.

"She okay, Mister?" Charlie looked up at the waitress as Kristen began to come. She couldn't have stopped it if she wanted to, and God knows she didn't want to.

"Hypoglycemic. She just needs to eat," he lied, trying to hold her still as her orgasm shook her entire body.

"Okay. Well, here it is then," the young woman replied, a dubious look on her face as she walked away, pausing once to look back before returning to her work.

"That was close," Kristen chuckled.

"Mmhmm," he replied. "And so am I."

Kristen redoubled her efforts to get her lover off, but he stayed her hand. "Not now. You need to eat," he teased. "In the car. On the way to the hotel. Then I'm gonna fuck you blind."

She nodded dutifully as Charlie tucked his cock back into his pants. She'd have to phone Josh first, otherwise it would be too late. Somehow Kristen didn't think he'd understand. He was far too tame to understand any of this... He didn't even understand her.