Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd - Sex Stories

Sharon's Tale Chapter 2: Three's Not a Crowd

... of the bedroom together.

“Oh, jolly good. We're all ready for some last drinks, aren't we? Let's go down to the bar,” Gupta gushes. He presses the button once more, scrolls through the settings, and watches me quiver and moan until one setting makes me gasp.

“That’s the one,” he cheerily exclaims. He leaves it on as we walk to the stairs; stepping down the stairs moves the egg inside me, and I am gasping for relief when we reach the foyer. Thankfully, Gupta turns it off, giving me a moment to recover my decorum.

I stand at the bar, as sitting is problematic for Parinda and me! I spill my drink now and again as Gupta plays with the remote; Parinda grins every time it happens! We chat until their time is up.

Gupta looks at his watch. “Alas, our time is done. It has been an absolute pleasure, dear Sharon. We do hope to see you again sometime.”

“I would like that,” I reply with meaning.

Gupta hands me the remote.

When in my room, I undress, remove the egg, and look at my bottom in the mirror; still red and a little sensitive!

A cool bath is called for!

Soaking in the soothing water, thinking the last six hours have certainly been educational! Learning that having sex with a woman is fun, pain can be pleasurable, and an extra person adds spice.

It was past two o'clock before I got into bed. I was sleeping blissfully until the room telephone rang, waking me. Groggily, I reached out and answered it.

"Hello."

"Sorry, Sharon, have I woken you?" ...

... Alex asks.

"No," I answer. "I had to answer the phone anyway."

He laughs. "OK, sorry about that. But Colin is wondering if you could make yourself available later this morning to discuss your contract hours, as there seems to be an issue," Alex expands.

"Sure, what time is he thinking of?" I ask.

"Well, it's ten-thirty now; shall we say eleven-thirty in my office?" he politely suggests.

"Is it really!" I exclaim.

"Sorry, Alex. Yes, OK, that will be fine. Oh, could you be a dear and send up some breakfast for me?

He laughs, "Of course, I will send Phil up with it shortly."

When I check my bottom after showering, I see it is no longer red and feels fine.

Perfect timing: my breakfast arrives just as I finish dressing.

"Good morning, Sharon, how are you?" enquires Colin as I enter the office.

"All good, thanks, and yourself?" I politely reply.

"Yes, thanks. We want to talk about your working hours." he continues.

Alex takes over.

"You may have noticed that I have you booked for more than six hours over the coming weeks, and indeed for the last few weeks," he says.

"Yes, I had. Is that an issue?" I query.

"Yes, your current contract allows for six hours a week, with a little lee-way each week. However, the total annual hours only amount to three hundred and twelve, and I estimate that with the current booking trend, which averages nine hours per week, we will run out of contract hours before the year is up," he explains.

"That's ...