"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 5:- “Driving The Conversation”

... blush a little, as it felt strange that Brenda had used the term darling rather than her normal, my dear. I also felt seven sets of eyes staring at me, each knowing that I had a sore pussy.

The board meeting continued, and my role became that of a waitress, keeping the cups topped up and cutting slices from two homemade cakes, which I later learned Brenda had baked. It was her secret passion, and that is why she had such a fancy kitchenand four ovens. I had assumed having so many ovens was like almost everything else in her huge penthouse, over the top and there for show.

Instead of it being dull, I found the board meeting interesting; there was plenty of talk about acquiring several businesses, as well as something about when to open the Sea View Hotel. I had not heard of any of them, but I found myself wanting to ask questions and get involved.

However, I remained silent and just carried on serving the refreshments when required.

One of the things that did come up was Brenda informing the board that she would be away for a month visiting the Santos family in Madeira the next spring. The trip was going to be both for business and a holiday; the exact dates were yet to be confirmed.

After the meeting broke up, I had an interesting chat about accountancy with William and Sandra. I explained part of the reason I was going back to college was because I realised I needed to have a career that used my brain as it was my number one asset.

When I mentioned that, ...

... Sandra remarked, somewhat cattily, “You must be extremely bright then.”

I realised she was a protective wife and that her husband probably liked to flirt with other women, but perhaps wrongly, I took it as a nice comment and also one that sort of shocked me.

*****

As soon as everyone had left, Brenda took me through to her bedroom, and on the way, I reminded her that I was still too sore for sex.

“Clare, doesn’t want sex? Does that mean I have worn you out?” Brenda chuckled.

Her words sounded just the sort of thing David would say, and she was lucky I didn’t nudge her.

It was only as we walked into the bedroom that I realised that was not the reason we were there, as hanging on the wall was my full-size black-and-white photo.

I was number eighteen and last in the line of photos; Brenda’s eighteenth official girlfriend. I walked up to it and couldn’t help touching the grey frame. My girlfriend had been right. I did look beautiful, and the nude photo felt like part of me.

I turned to Brenda, my eyes feeling damp, and I kissed her. My body wanted her. It was all I could give as she fell back onto her bed, my weight pressing her down. The next thing I knew, I was on top of her, kissing, lying between her legs, feeling her large breasts, and giving her all I had to give.

“I thought you were too sore,” Brenda gasped, obviously surprised by my onslaught.

I was, but not for what I had in mind. I wanted my girlfriend to fuck my ass. It was something I ...