From Nicci's first fictional erotic novel, chapter one...
The Dress
Frank couldn't believe his ears. Sat in his boss's office he had worked hard for the promotion. It would have meant leaving that office and the man he had grown to despise. Frank worked day and night to ensure he was the forerunner for the new role being created in the office on the other side of town. The office was closer to his home and the position came with more money, a lot more money. He was the best man for the job. He knew that. His boss knew that and his wife knew it too.
Lauren was younger than him but they were both still in their twenties. They had been married for two years and were talking about starting a family. Lauren was on the pill but they had discussed her coming off it. The promotion was the key, to everything. Lauren had her eyes set on a larger house just around the corner. It had been up for sale for more than a year with no takers. She had already started to design the interior and unbeknown to Frank had already started spending the money he did not yet have. She had ordered a new suite of furniture for her new living room and had spoken at length with the agent selling the property. She had also spoilt herself having run up a large bill on his credit card.
Lauren spent her whole weekend, the one before, shopping. Frank was at work, ensuring he obtained that much needed promotion. He had been invited to a works dinner dance to celebrate their expansion. It was a yearly event but this one was to be bigger and better than it had been before. A lavish affair meant Black-Tie and she was in town collecting Frank's tuxedo from the dry cleaners when she saw the dress. A full length dark purple dress was hung in the window of the shop. It sat elegantly on the mannequin and she knew she could do it justice. Inside the shop her thoughts were confirmed. The gown hugged her curves as she stood on her tip-toes and admired herself in the mirror. Lauren was a beauty. Her figure was athletic but curvy. Her long dark hair had a natural wave and her olive skin was always topped up with tan.
The dress was made for her and as she turned to look at her bum she realised she would turn heads in that dress. It would mean new shoes, a new bag, and new nail polish. She had nothing at home that would go with that colour. It wasn't long before she found the accessories choosing some Kurt Geiger heels that were nude in colour with a peep-toe and a five inch steel heel. A nude-coloured clutch back was bought to match and she acquired some diamante jewellery to go with the sequins that lined the plunging neck line. The dress exposed her entire back and plunged deep at the front showing the sides of her breasts. She was young enough to get away with not wearing a bra but worried that maybe she was showing too much flesh. Her long legs were covered but when she sat the large split exposed nearly an entire leg. It may have been a bit much for a work do but she looked hot and that made her feel good.
Frank sat in his manager's office and listened. He kept two pictures of his lovely young wife on his desk; one of their wedding day and another he took of her on their honeymoon. It was that picture that brought his boss over to his desk more so than the others in the office. She was stood on the balcony of the apartment where they had holidayed. Stood with a glass of bubbly in one hand she was wearing her lime green bikini top and a pair of cut-away denim shorts. Her olive skin was deep brown and her smile was what made the picture even more sexier. Her sexy red fingernails added an edge and that picture was his favourite.
Even without make-up she was a beauty. Frank's boss spoke about her like she was a movie star. He was stood behind his big walnut desk with that very picture in his hands. He remarked on her sexy painted nails and asked did she always keep them so neatly manicured. Frank said, 'Yes.' His boss then spoke about her breasts. It was inappropriate but he was making a point. He was being subtle but he was making it clear that he wanted Frank's wife. Despite all of the work Frank had done his boss said that there were two in the running for the job. Frank and a younger man called Kevin. Frank was fuming. Kevin was inexperienced and had not put anywhere near as much effort as he had over the last few months. Frank felt beaten, as if he had already lost the job. He was angry at his boss's comments about his wife. It bothered him that the man had taken his favourite picture of his desk. He was seething that his manager's paws were on his picture. Perhaps it was a test. Maybe his boss was trying to get a rise out of him to see it he would crack. These thoughts raced through Frank's mind until his boss spoke once more. 'If this lovely siren,' he said referring to Lauren, 'If this lovely siren was willing you would be guaranteed that promotion you so greatly desire.'
Frank laughed it off. He thought it was a joke but his boss didn't laugh and instead continued. 'I mean this girl could open a lot of doors for you.' Frank then realised what his boss was saying. He stood up and removed her picture from his bony white hands. The man was in his fifties, bald, and with a big belly that came from over indulgence. The thought of him just holding a picture of his wife was repulsive. 'Not likely' he muttered under his breath and turned to leave the office. 'I'll make my decision on Monday morning after the dinner dance.'
Frank walked out of his office and set the picture back onto his desk before shutting down his laptop. He began processing what had just happened. After all that work he had done. After all those extras hours he had sent away from his wife it was only Lauren that could get him his promotion. Slipping his laptop into its case he left work that day resigned to the fact that he would still be working their come Monday morning. He nearly cried when he ignited the engine of his Audi and held onto the steering wheel. He took a deep breath and let it out. With that exhale went his dreams, Lauren's dreams, and maybe even their family plans.
He didn't tell his wife but he wore his disappointment on his face. He wasn't his usual self. Frank's favourite night was Friday. He would come home from work and open a bottle of wine. He'd click his phone into the docking station that played his tunes and he'd bounce around the kitchen with glee. Each weekend meant time away from his boss and usually time with his beautiful wife. The last few weekends he'd been working so his Friday night banter hadn't been the same. It was nothing like this though. He was withdrawn, unhappy, and it didn't go unnoticed. Lauren thought he was just overworked, burnt out maybe. She let him be and his mood worsened. The following morning was the day of the dinner dance. She wanted her hubby to be as excited as they were to be partying together that night so she woke him with a blow job. Frank's eyes opened along with his mouth. He groaned slightly. His wife was under the covers and sucking on his cock.
He peeled the covers away to watch her. She looked up and him and he gazed into her emerald eyes. How could he ever say to her what his boss had implied? How could he ever consider sharing such a hot young woman? She had a naughty side though. That's what attracted him to her at first. She knew how to please a man and that's what made him fall for her. His love grew as he realised she was a lot like him. Both worked hard at their jobs and both liked to have fun. They drank heavily when they partied together and Lauren flirted with other men. It was fun watching her interact with other guys knowing she was his and would never cheat. She was committed to him, to their lives, and to the future she had planned out for them.
He lifted her head away for a kiss just before he came. He held her in his arms and gave her a squeezy hug. 'Are you feeling better now?’ She asked. 'Much better,' he lied in response and the pair hugged and chatted for a bit before she sprung up from the bed. 'I have to show you the dress,' she said with excitement. He couldn't care less about the dress until he saw her wearing it. She looked divine and he told her so. He was aroused himself by the flesh on display and then he began to wander. Maybe if he didn't tell her. Maybe if he said nothing she would get drunk. Maybe he would buy her doubles all night. Maybe in that dress she'd feel very sexy. Maybe if she was wearing it and was drunk, maybe she would flirt with his boss. Maybe she would let him touch her? Then he shook his head. No way could he do that to his beloved and no way would she ever let a man touch her.
She always received plenty of attention every time they went out. He'd seen men try a cheeky feel of her backside only to have their hand lifted or sometimes slapped away. Some tried to lean in for a kiss but she always laughed it off. It would never happen between her and his boss. He knew that and so he knew he would not be getting the promotion. It was only when Lauren produced the expensive shoes and jewellery that he erupted. He started yelling at her asking how much it all cost. Lauren was distraught but she fought back. Yelling back at him she told him about the money she spent and called him a tight arse. She lamented that he had spent all this time working and they were to enjoy the reward. Then she told him about the house. She had agreed a price and was ready to make an offer. She had an appointment booked with the bank and the wheels were in motion. Frank slumped back down onto the bed. His shoulders sank and he cried. Lauren was shaking. She had no idea he felt this bad. She began to fear the worst. Is he going to dump me? Has he found someone else? She thought about everything except the reality.
Finally he blubbed out what was in his mind. He told her about his boss, what he'd said, and how he was no longer getting promoted. Lauren was taken aback and then she was angry. ‘How dare he,' she said, 'we have to tell someone.' 'No!' Frank shouted as he turned to face her, 'we can't it'll only make things worse. Anyway he didn't actually say it.' Lauren stood and started giving off to her husband. It was the last thing he needed but he understood. Whilst he had been churning it over and over in his head she had just found out. She wagged her finger at him telling him she was gonna kick the man in the balls and tell him what she thought of him.
It took a good hour for her to calm down. Then the party girl returned; the one Frank fell for. The girl who was upbeat and ready at all times to party. She told him to forget this boss. She told him they were going to have fun regardless of the money. She told him she had faith in him and it wouldn't be long before he would get a promotion again. Inside she feared the man in charge. She knew that he would forever hold this over her husband but she didn't let on.
A cheerier Frank enjoyed a shower whilst she soaked in the bath and shaved her legs. He didn't even moan about the time it was taking her to get ready. Instead he sipped on a beer and lay on their bed watching her become even more beautiful. He was so proud to have her on his arm especially when they checked into the reception of the swanky hotel. An entire floor had been set aside for his company.
He threw their bags into room 212. It was ostentatious with a huge bed and more pillows that he'd ever seen. She too remarked on the fancy room before they opened the mini bar. Inside was a small bottle of champagne. 'Shall we?' he asked lifted up the bottle. 'We shall,' she smiled back at him. Frank popped the cork and they rushed the fizzy wine before deciding to head down to the function. Frank opened the door for his wife who swayed slightly and giggled. The bubbles had already gone to her head.
As she walked out into the corridor she stopped in her tracks. The man that they had spoken about earlier, the one who had ruined their future was stood in front of her. He was closing the door to his room which was opposite theirs. He looked her up and down taking in every inch of the dress. Frank closed the door of 212 just as his boss closed 207. He said, 'Hello,' and then sliding his arm around his wife's waist he turned her towards the elevators. His boss walked behind them and remarked on the beautiful sight in front of him. It was a cheeky remark which angered Lauren. She wanted to turn and slap him but she restrained herself.
It was uncomfortable inside the elevator. He was stood so close to her she felt like striking him. His eyes were buried in her cleavage. In his mind he slipped his hand inside the front of her dress. In her mind she was slapping him across the face. It was hard for Frank too. He didn't know what to say or do so he just stood there and waited.
'Ping' eventually the doors opened and Frank could breathe again but his happiness was short lived. The table plan showed, not just that they were sat with his boss, but that he would be sitting next to his wife. For a brief moment he thought about leaving the party and leaving his job. Then he remembered the credit card bill and resigned himself to an unpleasant evening.
It was, however, the opposite. Lauren relaxed the more champagne she drank. She wasn't used to the expensive stuff and was enjoying how it made her feel. She wasn't her usual flirty self but had enjoyed a few lengthy conversations with her husband's boss. He was actually quite charming and she enjoyed his company. She even agreed to dance with him. He held her close and during the dance she felt his hardness pressing into her leg. That made her giggle inside. Tipsy from the alcohol she found it quite sexy that she was making him so hard.
On the way back to the table she placed her hand in his. She then began her normally flirting and was becoming aroused by the eyes of the men who admired her. She knew the dress would do that and she enjoyed the attention. Frank was also having fun and drinking more than he would normally.
A while after his boss asked for another dance and Lauren decided she would see if she could make him hard again. She danced with her back to him and pushed her backside into his crotch. He placed his hands on her hips and bucked into her slightly. It was fun. He was instantly hard and she felt good that she could make him so hard so quickly.
Again she held his hand when they left the dance floor but he whisked her over to the bar instead of heading back to the table. At the bar he pushed her in front and stood behind her. He kept his hands on her hips and his cock pressed against her ass. He was still hard from the dance and wanted another rub against the fine young woman. He bought her a drink and then whispered in her ear. She wasn't sure what he said at first. Then it registered. He said, 'I want you.' Lauren closed her eyes. A vision popped into her head. It was him fucking her. It was a wild vision. He was on top bucking into her and she was loving it.
She opened her eyes. His words had aroused her. Her body was already moving against his which grinded into her. Could she really consider doing something with this man. Surely not? She turned and wriggled away from him. Lauren put the vision to the back of her mind and went to find her husband. He was steaming drunk. He was nearly asleep at the table. The band had just finished and the night was drawing to a close. She managed to get him up from the table but couldn't find his jacket anywhere. She decided for it to remain lost and she managed to get him to walk towards the elevator . Just as the doors opened again with a
'Ping' her husband fell forward but luckily someone caught him before he fell into the lift. It was his boss. He helped her get him inside.
Then in the elevator, just like before, he stared at the sides of her breasts. She saw him watching but didn't want to slap him anymore. Knowing that he wanted her so badly made her feel special. She liked that feeling. She knew she looked good but he made her feel desired. She liked that feeling even more. Frank's boss helped her get her husband onto their bed. Frank fell face first onto the huge bed and passed out. She thanked his boss for his help. 'My pleasure dear,' he responded, 'I'm just happy to be once again in your company.' His charm warmed her from within. She felt comfortable all of a sudden with the man she despised not a few hours before.
'Would you like a drink?' she offered. 'Yes please,' he said before she bent down to look into the mini-bar. In doing so she pushed her backside towards him. Yet again his groin was treated to her ass and she felt his cock rise within his tux. Again it rubbed against her but this time between her legs. She felt him press against her and she spent longer than required in that position. When she stood he thanked her for the beer and took a big gulp. She didn't join him. She felt that she had enough. They sat on the bed and he told her about his wife. He told her how she had died last year after many months of pain. She had bowel cancer which spread throughout her body.
He was sombre as he revealed his story to her. Lauren watched as a tear left his eye and rolled along his cheek. She couldn't help but wipe it away with her shiny purple fingernail. He was vulnerable and with that attractive to her. She saw not his bald head or aged skin. She saw only a man in pain and one who wanted her more than any other. He risked his job to ask for her. He risked the wrath of a young man and his wife to request some time with her. She liked that. She liked him but she was married to the man she loved. She stood up and turned away from him. He stood and again placed his hands on her hips. From behind her he looked into the mirror in front of them both. She looked stunning and all he could think about was her breasts. His hands slid round her front and then he slipped them over her dress and then slipped his right hand inside the opening at the front taking a firm hold of her bare breast. He held it there and squeezed. After a moment that seemed to be longer than it was she pulled his hand out from her dress and simply said, 'You'd better go.'
As she turned she couldn't help but look down at his crotch. She had made him hard again and had to admit she was a little wet herself. She wanted to put her hand on the lump that produced from his trousers. She even considered dropping to her knees and giving him a blow job but that was something the dress would never have allowed. Instead she stepped forward forcing his cock to rub her between her legs. She leaned up to him and kissed him softly on the cheek whilst enjoying how she grinded her pelvis against his. She then backed away giving him his cue to leave, which he took.
As the door to her room closed she saw him open his own and walk into his room. She turned again to the mirror then it hit her. He had fondled her bare breast. She stared into the mirror and watched in the reflection his hand again slide into her dress. She slipped her own hand in pretending it was his.
Stood there she watched him grope her again and between her legs she buzzed. Her nipple was rock hard. She remembered then his cock and how hard she had made it. She wondered what it was like. Stood there she saw once again that vision. It flashed into the mirror like a porn movie. She was lying on the bed and he was pounding her body. She shook herself to switch the blue movie off and it vanished but not before it had aroused her even more. Reaching behind she unzipped the dress and it dropped to the floor. Stood in just her fancy French knickers she imagined again his hand's on her then she turned towards her husband. It took all her might to roll him over onto his back. She wrestled with his rousers and finally got them off. She removed his boxers and was confronted by his floppy willy.
She took it in her hand and stroked it. She watched her purple nails working that cock but getting nowhere. She tried sucking it but the dam thing was dead. She was still buzzing from having had another man's hand on her breast so she lay there and began rubbing herself. She then removed her knickers and started to rub vigorously at her clitoris. Her legs opened wide and she closed her eyes. Again that vision popped into her head so she opened her eyes to remove it. She stopped rubbing and started thinking. It was surreal, as ft she wasn't living her life but someone else's. She couldn't believe what was going through her mind. Nor could she believe how easy it was for her husband's boss to get a hard on. She was in shock that she had let another man feel her boob. Could she really have let him continue? Could she let him feel her all over? Could she let him do even more?
Lauren thought about the dress and the cost of it. She thought about the house she wanted. She thought about her husband. He needed that promotion. She needed that house. They needed him to get that job. His boss needed her and maybe she needed him. He was lonely. Ever since his wife died he had felt alone. If she went to him and let him enjoy her perhaps he would feel better. She would be doing it for him, for her husband, but also for herself. Lauren was horny and drunk. It was a sobering thought that she might allow another man inside her. Lauren's mind was sharp but she was still under the influence of alcohol. She had no inhibitions and with that extra confidence she rose from the bed. She looked down at the dress but then to the mirror. She didn't need the dress. She slipped her feet into her high heels and walked towards the door. With a deep breath she opened it. Lauren walked boldly across the corridor and wrapped her knuckles on the door of room 207.
Frank's boss opened the door but not before looking though the spy hole. There before him was a beautiful and very naked young woman. 'Can I come in?' she asked. 'Of course, of course,' he said standing to the side to let the vision into his room. As she walked passed he gave her a cheeky pat on her bare bum and she smiled at him. They both knew why she was there. It was for her husband of course.
She lay onto his bed and opened her legs. He carefully removed her sexy shoes then gently kissed her feet. It tickled and she giggled. He kissed her legs from foot to hip then kissed her inner thighs. His lips touched her skin so gently it was as if a butterfly was flapping its wings against her. Lauren's body tingled all over but then burst into flames. Her skin was on fire when he began to tongue her clitoris. Where she had been rubbing earlier he licked with his warm, soft, tongue. It was divine. Her body arched and he head fell back into the pillow. Her eyes rolled upwards as if they were going to roll into her brain. The flames on her skin burned her all over. His tongue was like a red hot poker and then he fucked her with his fingers. In and out they went whilst his poker branded her and she quivered all over.
The flames subsided only to be replaced by boiling hot liquid that coursed through her veins. His tongue bashed her mound so furiously that she shuddered into an orgasm almost trapping his fingers inside. Once her body relaxed the waves of intense pleasure drifted over her like feathers fanning away the hot flames. Her body sank into the bed and she was gone. She was on a cloud floating above the ocean when he entered her body. She realised as he thrust his hard cock into her that she was in heaven.
It was dreamy, like being in love. The cock she had hardened to rock solid over many hours was inside her. The hands of her husband's boss drifted all over her. Then came the kiss. It was romantic and soft. When she made love to her husband the kissing was passionate and wild but his was very different. It was caring, loving even. She enjoyed every single second of being with that man. Another orgasm washed over her as she enjoyed floating on that cloud. The vision she had engrained in her mind had come true. He lay on her and then behind her as he continued to hold himself inside the woman he had desired for a long time.
Perhaps she was dreaming. Perhaps she was still in her bed beside her husband and rubbing herself. Perhaps it was just a fantasy but then he came. The man jerked his cum into her body and that brought Lauren back to reality with a bump. Another man was ejaculating inside her. She had to go. She jumped up and it oozed out as she grabbed her shoes and said goodbye. She opened the door and ran across the hallway and into her room.
Frank was promoted on Monday morning and moved to his new job and his new office. Lauren never told Frank what happened that night and soon afterwards his old boss retired.
