Friday Afternoon - Sex Stories

Friday Afternoon

... lead, enough time to get to the kitchen and start the washing before she got there. Or so I thought. Once the door had shut behind me she must have sprinted because no sooner had I entered the kitchen and she was behind me. "Stop - Don't move another inch closer to the tap." I giggled, I couldn't help it as I turned round there she was; her arms held out in front, her hands together in the mimic of a gun and pointing straight at me. I roared with laughter as I put down them on the drainer. "I warned you, now step away from the sink and put your hands up where I can see them." I complied simply because it was so funny. I was shaking with laughing so much as I put my arms up to head height. She approached slowly, still in the mock cop pose with her right hand, and took the mugs with her left. She washed them whilst I stood still with my arms up. It was a surreal moment as she turned and pointed her finger at me a couple of times whilst she dried them. It wasn't finished there though. She made me walk in front of her, arms still up, all the way back to the desks. "Okay buster you can put your hands down and don't let me catch you up to those tricks again," she said, in her best mock American cop voice. To be honest it sounded nothing like but the whole thing was just so funny that I was still laughing as I put my arms down. There was that what happens now moment feeling inside now as I wiped my eyes of the tears of laughter. "Yeah, come on let's get out of here and start the ...

... weekend," she said, with a whoop. I didn't want to leave. The moment was now and it would be lost, possibly for ever, if we set foot outside the building. I hugged her as if I never wanted to let go. "Can we stay a while please Ann. I just want to hold you,“ I whispered into her shoulder as I held onto her, my arms around her slim waist. I felt her arms hold my back and I smiled to myself. There we stayed for a few moments or minutes, I wasn't sure until I kissed her cheek as we parted. We stood facing each other. I looked at her, looking at me, wanting something to happen but I had absolutely no idea what to do next, it was all so new, so alien. "How about we play that game now we've finished?" I blurted out to break the stifling silence. "So you want to play games with a married woman Hayley Stockdale?" she answered the question with a question. One that was easy to answer but not so easy to put in to practice. "Yes." I felt a tingle as she rubbed my right hand, a simple gesture that sent goose bumps up that arm. "Okay what did you have in mind, a game of cards?" she said, with a giggly smile across her face. "Yeah, strip poker." It was said in a split second reply. One of those times when you wished you could just grab the words and scoop them back into your mouth but no they were out and for all to see and hear. I watched intently as Ann put her hand to my left cheek and kissed my right one at the same time. Her hand was warm to the touch as it stroked me, her lips soft and ...