against her nakedness forced her to squeal. Richard slowed
his pace but didn’t stop. It was dark now and raining harder, the yellow lights
of the street lamps wavered with the dashing rain. Karen was getting desperate.
She was cold and wet, protected only by the sodden nylon raincoat and only her
feet were vaguely warm in the boots. The wet nylon was clinging to her and she
tried desperately to hold it away from her body. It seemed intent on wrapping
itself around the shape of her body, especially her breasts. They encountered
several people as they walked, Karen dropping her head as they passed More than ever she was now desperate to relieve
herself.
“Richard, I really do need to go.”
“Good.” He said without a hint of concern nor
breaking his stride.
The road was busy and cars streamed by, their headlights sending
shadows criss-crossing over her. She shivered and stopped momentarily, crossing
her legs to prevent from shaming herself right there and then.
“Please Richard!” She pleaded.
He slowed his pace until she caught up and was beside him.
“I’m cold and I’m desperate to go.”
“We’re nearly home.” He said. “Did you do everything I asked” He
repeated the earlier question.
“Yes everything!” She was almost crying with frustration.
“Did you answer the door to the deliveryman in your underwear?”
“Yes.” She answered honestly although the feeling of embarrassment that
she had felt quickly returned.
“What did you wear?”
She sniffled as a raindrop dripped from her nose. “The
see through negligee and panties.”
“Did he like it?”
“I think so. It took ages to get rid of him.” He had obviously been
aroused, she remembered and she too had felt incredibly turned on afterwards.
She had struggled to end his contrived conversation and get rid of him.
“And the window cleaner?”
“Yes. I took a shower while he was working and did what you asked.”
“What did you do?”
“I dried in the bedroom while he cleaned the windows, pretending that I
hadn’t seen him.”
“How did you feel?”
“You know how I felt. I was embarrassed. I find it all so shameful.”
“Why?”
“You know perfectly well why.”
“Tell me.”
“I have small breasts.”
“Do you think he didn’t like them?”
“I don’t know. He stayed long enough to watch the whole thing.”
“Good. Then?” Richard was almost smiling now.
“Then, after I’d paid him, I drank the water as you said. I took off
all my clothes and put on my boots and this raincoat and got a taxi to your
office to meet you.”
She stopped then to catch her breath and, legs crossed, held back the
desperate urge that now possessed her.
“I can’t go on much longer. I’m cold and I need to pee.” She knew now
why he had made her drink the water. He wanted to see how long she could last.
Well it had been two hours now and she hurt with the pain of holding it in. She
knew also that he was unlikely to give her the chance to save face.
Finally they turned into the road where they lived. Each step now was
desperately uncomfortable for her.
“And while you were in the shower?” He continued.
“I shaved.” She whispered.
“Good, that was Claire’s idea you know.”
She stopped, stunned.
“Claire?”
“Yes, Claire thought that would be a good one. She sent all the text
messages. She sent them for me. I was far too busy. Of course I didn’t know
about her telling you to shave your quim until she
told me afterwards”
Karen didn’t know what to think. She had received the text amongst
others and dutifully set about the task of shaving her pubic hair. She had been
aroused by it, thinking she was performing the task for her husband, preparing
herself for his pleasure. She had never imagined that the instruction had come
from that bitch of a secretary of his. How defiled she felt. How humiliated!
The bitch would be sat at home now laughing to herself knowing that Karen had
shaved her pubic hair
his pace but didn’t stop. It was dark now and raining harder, the yellow lights
of the street lamps wavered with the dashing rain. Karen was getting desperate.
She was cold and wet, protected only by the sodden nylon raincoat and only her
feet were vaguely warm in the boots. The wet nylon was clinging to her and she
tried desperately to hold it away from her body. It seemed intent on wrapping
itself around the shape of her body, especially her breasts. They encountered
several people as they walked, Karen dropping her head as they passed More than ever she was now desperate to relieve
herself.
“Richard, I really do need to go.”
“Good.” He said without a hint of concern nor
breaking his stride.
The road was busy and cars streamed by, their headlights sending
shadows criss-crossing over her. She shivered and stopped momentarily, crossing
her legs to prevent from shaming herself right there and then.
“Please Richard!” She pleaded.
He slowed his pace until she caught up and was beside him.
“I’m cold and I’m desperate to go.”
“We’re nearly home.” He said. “Did you do everything I asked” He
repeated the earlier question.
“Yes everything!” She was almost crying with frustration.
“Did you answer the door to the deliveryman in your underwear?”
“Yes.” She answered honestly although the feeling of embarrassment that
she had felt quickly returned.
“What did you wear?”
She sniffled as a raindrop dripped from her nose. “The
see through negligee and panties.”
“Did he like it?”
“I think so. It took ages to get rid of him.” He had obviously been
aroused, she remembered and she too had felt incredibly turned on afterwards.
She had struggled to end his contrived conversation and get rid of him.
“And the window cleaner?”
“Yes. I took a shower while he was working and did what you asked.”
“What did you do?”
“I dried in the bedroom while he cleaned the windows, pretending that I
hadn’t seen him.”
“How did you feel?”
“You know how I felt. I was embarrassed. I find it all so shameful.”
“Why?”
“You know perfectly well why.”
“Tell me.”
“I have small breasts.”
“Do you think he didn’t like them?”
“I don’t know. He stayed long enough to watch the whole thing.”
“Good. Then?” Richard was almost smiling now.
“Then, after I’d paid him, I drank the water as you said. I took off
all my clothes and put on my boots and this raincoat and got a taxi to your
office to meet you.”
She stopped then to catch her breath and, legs crossed, held back the
desperate urge that now possessed her.
“I can’t go on much longer. I’m cold and I need to pee.” She knew now
why he had made her drink the water. He wanted to see how long she could last.
Well it had been two hours now and she hurt with the pain of holding it in. She
knew also that he was unlikely to give her the chance to save face.
Finally they turned into the road where they lived. Each step now was
desperately uncomfortable for her.
“And while you were in the shower?” He continued.
“I shaved.” She whispered.
“Good, that was Claire’s idea you know.”
She stopped, stunned.
“Claire?”
“Yes, Claire thought that would be a good one. She sent all the text
messages. She sent them for me. I was far too busy. Of course I didn’t know
about her telling you to shave your quim until she
told me afterwards”
Karen didn’t know what to think. She had received the text amongst
others and dutifully set about the task of shaving her pubic hair. She had been
aroused by it, thinking she was performing the task for her husband, preparing
herself for his pleasure. She had never imagined that the instruction had come
from that bitch of a secretary of his. How defiled she felt. How humiliated!
The bitch would be sat at home now laughing to herself knowing that Karen had
shaved her pubic hair
Similar Books
