The Way She Won My Heart – Part 1

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The Way She Won My Heart – Part 1The Summer of 1985 was drawing to a close. I’d just been on my first, solo foreign holiday, which I’d taken partly to get over breaking up with my fiancée (I’ll call her Paula – a beautiful black girl, who I’d been with for the last five years).I arrived back at work, to find that there had been a new appointment to the Accounts Dept.: a small, middle-aged, jewish lady called Stella, with a bubbly and slightly flirtatious personality, who would be responsible for paying my wages. We were introduced and she commented on my deep suntan, remarking that it wasn’t really a proper tan unless it was an all-over one. I assured her that it was, indeed, an all-over tan.“Oh, really?” she said, turning towards me with a big smile and stepping ever so slightly into my personal space. “Well come on – let’s see it, then!”“Play your cards right and who knows? Maybe you will!” I laughed, as I left the office and headed for my workshop.Stella proved a sociable lass and quickly became a popular member of staff, joining us for our weekly Friday night beer sessions. I like a woman who drinks a pint and as the weeks progressed, we found ourselves talking to each other more and more, often being the last ones left after everyone else had gone home. We also went out for drinks together on a few other evenings, just sitting and chatting by the waterside.Then, one day in mid-December, the subject of porn came up during an office coffee break conversation. Stella was in the vicinity and chimed in with something like, “Well… I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Those pictures are no worse, than some of the ones I’ve had taken of me!” And with that, having stopped the conversation dead in its tracks, she picked up her coffee and went back to her office.A little while later, she came into my workshop with a query about some expenses. Having sorted that, she was about to leave when I cheekily asked, “And what photos were *those* ardahan escort that you were talking about, then?”“Oh, nothing much – just a bit of fun I had with a friend”, she replied. Then she smiled and stepped ever so slightly into my personal space. “I can show you them if you like.”“You wouldn’t dare!”, I teased.“Wouldn’t I now?”, she replied with a smile, as she turned to leave. I thought nothing more of it – it was just some office banter of the kind we threw at each other all the time.Christmas was coming and Stella was leaving a couple of days early, “to spend Christmas fishing with a platonic friend.” On the last afternoon before she went away, she walked the building, wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and wound up in my workshop. Having bid me Season’s Greetings, she stepped slightly into my personal space and, lowering her voice, said, “I’ve got something for you.”“That’s very nice, what is it?”“Just a few of those photos I was telling you about.” She reached into her handbag and pulled out a slightly tattered brown envelope. “Here…” she held it out to me. I took it and was about to reply, but she cut me short with a cheery “Merry Christmas!” and scurried away, out of the door.I looked down at the envelope. I peeked inside. I could see… maybe a landscape… the tops of a couple of heads… but nothing more.There were people about, so I put the envelope safely away in my bag and made sure I finished work on time that day. On the train home, I wondered what could possibly be in these mystery pictures. “Probably nothing much,” I thought. “Probably just a couple of topless or nudie sunbathing shots”.The house I was sharing was empty when I got home. I made some tea, took it up to my room and lit a cigarette. I took the envelope from my bag, pulled the photos from it and began to look through them…The first was of Stella with some guy, who I later learned was the infamous Damien. Then there artvin escort were three or four shots of them together with other people, at what looked like folk events. Then there were a couple of pictures of a couple of individual guys, both just head and shoulders. One of them appeared to be shirtless and lying on a bed. Stella later told me that this was Darren (name changed) – a boyfriend she had on the side while she was with Damien, who was himself married and lived abroad when not working in the UK.So far, so… ordinary.I turned to the next photograph. It was Stella, kneeling up on a bed, with her hands on her hips. She was completely naked and my heart started to beat faster, as my eyes roamed over her firm but slightly pendulous boobs, and the inviting bush of thick, brown pubic hair on display. The next photo looked like it has been taken just after the one before, with Stella more or less in the same pose, but with her thighs a little wider apart and leaning slightly back. Her labia were slightly open now, revealing a faint hint of inner pink, in the coarse, photographic grain.“Wow – what a great little body she has”, I thought, took a sip of tea and moved on to the next picture. What was on it almost caused me to choke…Darren was lying on a bed, with a look of total bliss upon his face. Stella was lying halfway down and halfway across his body, facing the camera.His cock was in her mouth! Oh my fucking God!! His cock was in her mouth!!!His cock was in her mouth again in the next picture, but deeper. Her eyes were tightly closed and there was a slight frown on her brow, as if she was trying to cram as much of him into her mouth as she possibly could. I couldn’t see how long it was, but it looked pretty thick.The next photo was a little tame by comparison. Darren and Stella were lying together ‘like spoons’. Her tits and pubes were fully visible and the smile on her face said everything about what escort bayan he was doing to her. Sure enough: Stella had her thighs open in the next shot and you could see that Darren had fully penetrated her – only his balls were visible.There were just two photos left and they were dynamite! Stella was now on all fours and Darren was fucking her doggy fashion. She was facing away from the camera in one of them, but you could see it in profile in the other. The smile from the other photos had gone and been replaced by a look of trance-like ecstacy; which was hardly surprising when you saw how his big, fat prick was stretching her cunt, as he drove it hard into her from behind.My heart was pounding in my ears. I was sweating and my mouth was dry. I could hardly believe what I’d just seen. I mean… this wasn’t just a few, staged porn pics in a magazine… this was someone I really knew and really worked with, really having real sex! I looked through the photos again – Christ, she was fucking hot! It wasn’t just the sight of her naked body, or the cock in her mouth and cunt; it was the look on her face and the gleam in her eye, which made it obvious that she was loving every second of being fucked in front of a camera. I put the photographs back in their envelope, undressed and put on my bathrobe. My cock was fully erect and I lay back on the bed to pleasure myself. My mind was filled with those last six photos: the smile on her face, her sucking his cock, the gleam in her eye, her cunt being stretched by his girth. The ecstacy this brought on produced a massive wad of cum, which shot all the way up to my chest – an awesome result!But as I lay there, licking the cum from my fingers and contemplating my spattered navel, questions started entering my mind… questions and doubts. Why was she doing this? Did she actually fancy me, or was she just teasing? Would she show the pictures to others? Had she done so already? She always seemed to be mentioning all these different boyfriends from her past, Jeez – how many guys had she actually had?And what was going to happen next, when we all went back to work in January?Thanks to abstractart1001 for giving me the inspiration and encouragement to put this story down.

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