The Pause That Refreshes

Jace meets the lady of his dreams. Or, is she?

Awarded 2d place in the "Erotic Tales of Pleasure & Pain~closed!" (Nov 08)

FORUM

Erotic Tales of Pleasure & Pain~closed!   (18+) Valentine's Day is coming, but what if you like your erotica a little naughty? #1445042 by Mara ♣ McBain

Chapter One

         He saw her the first time through the store window fumbling in her purse at the counter.  Just then, several men reached down, and one returned something to her.  She'd just ordered ... what?  He looked up at the sign.  THE PAUSE THAT REFRESHES!  He smiled.  Interesting name for a coffee shop.  She would be a "pause that refreshes."

         He looked back.  She turned with cup in hand and paused to get a napkin.  His eyes widened and he sucked in his breath, holding it as he saw her profile.

         She was pregnant--gloriously and fully pregnant.  Consider the numeral 8 with a smaller circle on top.  Cut it in half lengthwise.  The result would be a perfect fit for her profile.  Saying farewell to the clerk, she headed toward the door, and caught him staring at her through the window.

         Embarrassed, he quickly shifted his gaze to another spot in the room.  As he turned his head, he saw his reflection in the glass.  His mouth had been wide open while he was staring.  He could only imagine what he'd looked like when she saw him.  Had he continued watching the girl, he might have noticed some amusement in her hazel eyes and the small smile that came to her face. 

         "Nice one, Jace," he mumbled to himself as he continued on his way.  He wondered what she must have thought.

         Jace arrived at his office, once again glad he lived a short fifteen-minute subway ride and a shorter five-minute walk away.  One of thousands of bank accountants in the city, his apartment assured him of sleeping in until 7:30 every morning with no worry about parking.  He didn't even have a driver's license. 

         At his office, Jace was the poster child for "mediocrity."  Part of a four-person pool of accountants in the bookkeeping section, he performed his duties well enough to ensure job continuity but not well enough to earn an unwanted promotion.  Jace was a man content in his work, and with his life.

         The intercom on his desk buzzed accusingly.  Oh no, it was after 10:00 a.m.  He was late for a meeting.  He gathered the necessary files, rushed out the door ... and ran headlong into a girl passing by.  Papers flew everywhere; he looked down in dismay.

         "What the ..." he started, looking back up.  IT WAS HER!

         Jace stood there, his mouth opening and closing silently.  He stared at her with the proverbially blank look on his face.  His mind was numb; he didn't even remember he was angry.

         "I-I'm sorry."  He stammered his apology.  "Are you okay?"

         "Yes," she replied.  "I'm fine."

         "But you're pregnant ..." Jace stopped, his embarrassment complete.  He felt himself redden.

         She laughed.  It was something she hadn't had occasion to do much lately, she realized wryly.  Her laugh was infectious; Jace smiled, then started laughing too.

         She started to bend down to retrieve her papers.  Jace touched her shoulder stopping her.  She shivered as he withdrew his hand.

         "Allow me!"

         He bent down, not noticing the effect his touch had on her.  He handed her papers back.

         "I'll put mine in order later," he said sheepishly.  "By the way, I'm Jace."

         He held out his hand.  But before she could take it, he heard a sharp whistle.  Jace looked up to see one of his coworkers signaling frantically.

         "Shit!"  He blushed.

         "I'm sorry," he called over his shoulder as he rushed off to his meeting.

         She smiled at his retreating form. 

         "And, I'm Julia," she said to no one.  'Nice man,' she thought.

         Julia was sorting through her papers when she came across it.  One page, handwritten.  It wasn't hers.  And she didn't recognize the handwriting.  She began to read.


                   Elise was about five foot six with shoulder length hair.  She hooked her dirty blonde hair behind her right ear as she spoke to the attendant.  Her face, while not remarkable, positively glowed.  This fact alone would have explained her condition. 

                   Her protruding belly and breasts heavy-laden with milk just steeled the resolve of any man who saw her to take care of her, to protect her, to desire her.  Several men around her jockeyed for position to watch this miracle of expectant motherhood.

                   But she was too absorbed in her own thoughts to notice.  Her smile was just a mask; inside she was worried and scared.  Her time was growing near and she still didn't know what would become of her.  How could she survive with a baby, and without a job.  She couldn't go back home.  She just couldn't.

                   She set her purse on the counter, pulled out her card ... and promptly dropped it on the floor.  She leaned over awkwardly to pick it up.  Three men around her scrambled for her card.  She smiled her thanks and nodded to the gentleman who won.  She swiped her card completing one of millions of such transactions for that day in the big city.  She would miss her mocha soy latte after the baby came.  She again thought that she should have given up caffeine long ago.

                   Picking up her drink, Elise turned to leave, giving the men surrounding her a wry grin.  She had to....


         Julia stopped!  This was her; this story was about her.  The drink, her hair, the dropped card--all this happened this morning.  Wait!  She remembered a man in the window who appeared to be staring at her.  The sun shining in made it hard see out.  She remembered seeing a dark jacket.  It had to be Jace.

         She looked at the words again.  Her face--not remarkable? What the heck was he thinking?  Who was he to say that?  She smiled again, an image of Jace lying staked out on the ground spread-eagled and naked coming to mind.

         'Hmmm,' she thought.  'This might be fun.'



Chapter Two

         'Nice name--Jace.  Nice man.'  Julia thought for the tenth time that afternoon.

         Who was this man?  She'd asked about him discreetly around the office.  Despite the fact he'd been with the company for twelve years, he was still in the accountant pool.  Those she'd talked with knew very little about him except he was a competent accountant, and a very quiet, private individual.  He was unmarried.  At least, he wore no wedding ring, and he'd never spoken of a wife.  No one had ever heard of a girlfriend either.

         That alone piqued her interest.  How could a man who was not married and had no apparent love interests write such a touching and sensual story?  She had to learn more about him. 

         Julia arrived home the same time as usual.  But today was different.  Her walk home from the station was lighter, her smile broader.  That the reason for her joy was obvious to no one was somehow intoxicating to her.  She literally glowed from the inside out.  And Jace was the reason.  For the first time in many months, she felt sexy, even desirable.

         She rushed from the elevator to her door, needing the privacy her apartment afforded.  Since finding that page written about her, Julia had thought of little else.  She wondered when he'd even had time to write it.  Unfortunately, her work load had been heavy.  Her breaks and lunch were spent handling crises that kept her from finishing the page that consumed her thoughts.  All she had wanted was to be alone in quiet reverie, reading and re-reading the words written by Jace.  Alas, that would not be ... yet.

         Julia had never thought of herself as particularly beautiful, especially since she became pregnant.  She'd always carried a few extra pounds.  She was now fatter and more awkward.  And she waddled.  That some man would find her attractive, even sexually desirable was beyond her comprehension.

         Maybe it was the circumstances of her pregnancy.  She'd gotten drunk at a party and was raped.  Her memories of that night were still hazy.  The authorities said she was probably drugged.  Whatever the reason, they were unsuccessful in finding the man responsible.  She had no idea who the father was.  One thing she knew--she would have the baby.  Julia vowed that one good thing would come from that calamity.

         She sat down, her mood set.  She had a cold lemonade, her hot story and all the time in the world.

         She read....


                   Slowly he removed her blouse, button by button, never taking his eyes from hers. She stood there shivering both in embarrassment and excitement. He smiled reassuringly as her top fell to the floor, her bra following suit. He gazed admirably at her magnificent breasts, filled with life-giving nectar. He pulled her close, her hard nipples teasing the hair on his chest.

                   She sighed softly and closed her eyes.  Only one man had ever seen her naked. And he had died shortly after she'd become pregnant. Life was so unfair, her happiness dashed in the split-second it had taken for her husband to pass from her life. She still grieved for him. Her emotions had been shelved for so long.

                    The memories came rushing back.

* * *

                   Her wedding night two years before had been wonderful and exciting. A virgin, she had regarded this night with bittersweet expectations. She came to her new husband then shivering in both fear and anticipation.

                   He just held her. For many long minutes, she clung to him as he waited patiently for her shivering to cease. She loved him so much for that. He drew back slightly, tilted her head up, and kissed her deeply, passionately. His kiss erased her fears.

                   She began to feel lightheaded. A tingling feeling started deep inside her. She felt so much love for her husband that she wanted him more than anything. His passion ignited her desire, and her desire melted her fears away. She broke the embrace and began unbuttoning his shirt.

                   He stood there, unwilling to break the mood as she slowly undressed him. She gasped as she lowered his ...


         'No!' Julia screamed inside her head.  Where was the rest of the story?  She couldn't leave it like this.  She had to have more; she had to know what happened.

         Julia knew what she had to do.



Chapter Three

         Jace cleared his desk the way he had every night for a dozen years.  No scrap of paper remained on the surface, all the normal accouterments were placed in their appropriate spot. 

         From his desk drawer, he pulled the pages of the two erotic stories he'd been writing and started putting them in order.  Jace never numbered his pages when he wrote, and he always had two or three stories going at one time.  For the hundredth time, he thought how much easier sorting would be if he'd just number them.  He had to read a little of each page to figure which story was which, and in what order the pages needed to be.

         Jace was a little irritated; he'd wanted to get home and continue writing about her.  Okay, this page goes here ... this one goes after that page....  Oh, this page's part of her story ... this is the first page....  Okay, the first story's complete.  This page goes before this one ... these two go together, and....  Huh?

         "Crap!  I'm missing one," he said to the walls.  It was her story.  Inspiration had come through a store window.  His muse was an insistent taskmaster who had to be satisfied immediately.  And this lady in the coffee shop had been truly inspiring.

         Jace looked on the floor to see if one sheet had fallen.  Nothing.  It had to be here somewhere.  He shuffled the pages again to see if two were stuck together.  'Nope!  It's not here!'

         He started looking more frantically.  Jace always wrote his stories longhand, usually because he was never near a computer when the urge to write hit him.  When he had time, he transferred them to his computer at home for more permanent storage. 

         It had to be here; he couldn't have lost it.  Seldom did he ever bring his "passion" to work.  And when he did, he was always very careful not to leave his stories where someone might find them.  He was quite sure his boss and his peers would not understand his penchant for erotic writing.  But this morning as he was leaving his apartment, his muse struck him; he grabbed the pages of his current story, writing notes furiously on the back of a page while in the elevator.

         'Ohmigod!' he remembered.  'I took it with me when I went to my meeting.' He couldn't leave it lying around.  Then he'd run into her.  Papers were everywhere.  He had gathered the scattered papers quickly so she wouldn't notice his writings; the missing page must be with hers.

         He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath as he tried to imagine what she must be thinking right now.  Surely she must have found it.  But she never tried to contact him during the day.  Did she?  He checked his desk for a note ... or anything that might indicate she'd been by.  Nothing.

         Shock!  That's what she must be feeling.  Or, anger maybe.  He was really worried.  How could she not realize the pregnant lady was her?  He couldn't believe he'd been that obvious in his writing.  Dammit!  He'd gotten swept up in the moment.  How could he ever face her again?  He wondered if she felt violated.

         He sat back in his chair, alone with his thoughts.  His office mates had left sometime before, turning out the lights.  Guess they must have thought he'd already gone.  He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and tried to not to worry about his missing page.

         'Que sera, sera,' he sang to himself. 'What will be, will be...'

         The quiet was overwhelming.  Breathing deeply, he felt himself relax.  Deep breath in ... exhale.  In ... out.

         Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the office door.  He bolted out of his chair and headed for the door.  He stopped short, watching as a shadow broke the light under the door.  Holding his breath, he looked around wildly, looking for a place to hide.  He never stopped to consider he was allowed to be there.

         The door opened; the light from the hallway illuminated his body like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.  He blinked several times trying to focus on the silhouetted figure in the doorway.

         "It is you," a soft voice stated.  The figure reached into the darkness, groping for the light switch.  A moment later, the room filled with light.

         Jace squinted in the bright light, then looked into the face of ... her!  He stared in disbelief as this mother goddess walked toward him.  Her belly, large and full, drew his gaze.  He had to force himself to look up.  He was struck dumb as this lovely girl took his hand.  He couldn't move, couldn't speak.  They were the only two people in the world.

         He opened his mouth to speak.  She moved quickly, placing her finger on his lips.  She shook her head, smiling.  Reaching out, she unbuttoned his shirt drawing it back off his shoulders.  His T-shirt was next.  He lifted his arms to facilitate its removal.  The neckline got caught on his chin creating a comical appearance.  She laughed, and he quickly hooked his fingers under the hem and finished removing it.

         She ran her fingers across the hair on his chest, lightly caressing his nipples.  He felt a lightness in his stomach from her touch.  It was a feeling he'd not felt in a very long time.  Her fingertips were like hot pokers igniting his desire.

         Jace was speechless that he was here with this pregnant woman; a woman of whom he could only dream, a woman whose name he didn't yet know, a woman he wanted more than any other woman he'd ever known.  He marveled that this lady apparently shared his fantasy.

         His manhood stirred as she ran her hands across his chest.  He grew harder with each caress until it strained painfully against the fabric that imprisoned it.  She noticed his discomfort, and reached for his belt.  His trousers dropped to the floor.  She gasped as she lowered his ...

         She knelt before him and looked up.  She caught his eye as his hardon pointed accusingly at her soft, full lips.  She cupped his balls with her hand, fondling them gently and lovingly.  It took all his willpower to keep from pushing into her mouth.  He threw his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations.  His legs weakened slightly as a tingle went through him. 

         "Mmnnn."  Her tongue traveled up the length of his shaft leaving a trail of wet desire.  Looking down, he watched in awe as her mouth slowly encircled the tip of his cock.  He felt her tongue swirl around it, pausing to flick the sensitive underside of his crown several times.  He flinched, thinking he might come right then.

         Slowly she slid her mouth up his cock, sucking and licking as she went.  She took in almost all of his six and a half inches.  She moved back leaving a saliva coating on his shaft.  His cock left the warmth of her lovely mouth with an audible pop.  It cooled almost immediately, quivering to return to the soft lips and hot tongue that had but a moment before caressed it so lovingly.  Jace pushed forward into her waiting mouth.

         She closed around it again, her vacuum-like sucking creating an exquisite sensation in him.  She knew he would not be able to hold back much longer.  In truth, she wanted to taste this man, to feel the explosion of his essence on the back of her throat.  She would not be denied. 

         She moved her mouth faster up and down the length of his erection.  Reaching between his legs, she traced a finger from his balls to the crack between his cheeks.  She'd heard how sensitive that area could be, and caressed it lightly as her mouth sucked his hard tool furiously. 

         Jace started moving his hips in concert with her motions.  He was close, so close.  He wanted the release she offered.  And yet, he wanted the sweet pleasure he felt to continue forever.  He knew the latter could not be.  In fact, forever was now.  He felt the familiar tightening in his balls as his impending orgasm swelled inside him.

         Unconsciously, he signaled the change in him, shifting his feet for a better stance--his motions became choppy, his breathing labored.  She moved back to ensure there was room to accept his offering.  Her mouth just covered the tip of his cock.  She fingered his constricted hole; it was enough!

         Jace stiffened, his seed erupting into her waiting mouth.  His thrusts matched each ejaculation perfectly.  Four ... five ... six times his body sent his liquid essence into the hole that continued to express such tenderness for his manhood.  She took it all, willingly.

         Their movements slowed together.  He thought her eyes danced with glee as she looked up letting his load slide downward coating her throat.  She resumed her caress of his slick tool with her tongue, licking it sensuously and nibbling at the sensitive underside.  She cleaned it as a cat would clean its fur. 

         Jace shuddered violently, a spasm that indicated sensory overload.  He could take no more stimulation.  He took a step backward removing his softening penis from the mouth of this expecting goddess.  Tripping, he grabbed for the desk ... and missed.  He went down hard, hitting his head on the chair.

         Jace awoke to a darkened room and silence.  He was disoriented; he had no idea how long he'd been there.  He reached out, finding his chair in the soft moonlight coming in through the window.  As he got to his feet, he felt something sticky and wet in his pants.

         In his pants ...?  How did she get his pants back on him?  Wait!  Where was she?  Where did she go?  And why did she leave him on the floor like that?  He shook his head; it ached badly.  He sat down, putting his head between his hands.  In the dim light he could see a dark stain on his pants.  Touching it, he began to laugh.  He knew what happened.

         It was all a dream.  His dream girl was indeed, a dream.  He remember sitting down and taking deep breaths.  Ohmigod!  He'd fallen asleep.

         'A wet dream.'  He smiled, his next chapter as fresh in his mind as the stain on his pants.




Chapter Four

         Julia took several deep cleansing breaths to steady herself.  Those classes were coming in handy, after all.  She was quite sure that getting upset over just a story was ridiculous, and not good for the baby.

         'But it wasn't just a story,' she told herself. 'It was about me.'

         Julia had discovered that someone actually found her attractive.  That this someone was a stranger made it all the more exciting.  She'd never been the impulsive type; neither was she a wallflower.  And this man!  She had to learn more about him, a man who saw her the way she longed to be seen.

         She was fat now, pregnant.  What kind of man would find her sexy in that condition?  Was her future looking brighter?  Perhaps, for the first time in her short 22 years of life.  He was older.  How much, she didn't know.  Would that be a problem?  Dare she hope that any kind of serious relationship could happen.  What was she thinking?  Julia had never even had a relationship before. 

         'Well, thinking never hurt anyone, did it?'

         It was late.  And she could do nothing about it tonight.

         'Except read!'

         Julia smiled and looked at herself in the mirror.  Somehow she looked different.  She made a decision.  And it showed!

         She gazed longingly at her bed, and succumbed to its soft warmth.

* * *

         Julia awoke, drenched in sweat.  She was tired, almost exhausted.  She yawned as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.  The baby kicked her; apparently she'd awakened too.  It was that dream!

                   The haze cleared showing shadows that darted here and there, just out of reach.  She remembered hands and fingers, lots of fingers, stroking and caressing her all over.  They began gently, tenderly, like a gentle rain falling on her naked body. 

                   The hands were attached to arms that never ended; she couldn't see any body or face.  They came from nowhere, and were everywhere, touching her rounded belly, massaging and kneading her full breasts, and pinching and pulling her nipples.  They raised her up, her body floating horizontal to the ground.  She was weightless, being turned in every direction.  The fingers became more and more insistent.

                   They stimulated her repeatedly, almost to orgasm ... and no further.  Withdrawing, they let her emotions subside.  They returned with more intensity, driving her need once again, yet leaving her unfulfilled.


         So it went through the night....  Julia shook her head forcing the thoughts away.

         The sun's rays beckoned her.  Though she was tired, determination steeled her resolve.  She had things to do, places to go, and one person to meet.  Preparations had to be made--the morning's ablutions and the right outfit. 

         The right outfit, indeed.  She looked at herself in the mirror, appraising her body.  What would she wear?  The truth was she'd always regarded herself as fat.  She was shy in the presence of men, an affliction, she thought, that kept her alone. 

         High school had been a terrible time for her--the teasing, the insecurity, the being alone.  When she graduated, she moved away without ceremony.  She arrived in the big city with little more than a high school diploma, some excellent typing skills, and a modest nest egg having saved for most of high school.  She applied for a typist position at the bank where she deposited her savings, and was surprised to be hired.  That was almost three years ago.  She was beginning to emerge from her shell.  Then she got pregnant. 

         Clothes never quite fit right, no matter what she found.  Lately her choice had been jumpers.  She enjoyed the looser fitting material over a blouse because of its ease when donning or removing each day.  Besides, it was so much easier for the inevitable and numerous trips to the Ladies Room.  Pants with elastic waistbands were as uncomfortable as a noose around her neck. Today was a jumper day.

         Julia picked out a yellow print number with shoulder straps that fastened to the front.  Her blouse was light yellow with short sleeves; it was late Spring, after all.  Her white lace bra, she noticed, was fitting much tighter these days.  She sighed, making a mental note to stop on the way home for a larger one.  Light colored pantyhose completed her outfit.

         She would have liked panties instead.  But her job required a certain decorum, didn't it?

         She still had killer legs.  Julia thought her legs were her best feature.  They were slightly long, which helped her overall body appearance, and they were well proportioned, though with a little more weight from the pregnancy.  Her butt was larger and her breasts sagged more than she liked.  Most men would consider Julia an attractive young lady.  But, we are often our own worst critic.

         She had just completed dressing, when she felt the need to go to the bathroom.  She fumbled with her pantyhose, trying to pull them down quickly to relieve herself.  In her haste, she poked a finger through the material.

'Darn,' she thought.  'Just perfect.' 

         "Guess I'll be wearing panties today after all," she said to the Fates, who smiled at her.

         Julia arrived early enough at the bank that the security guard made her sign in--the work day was still two hours away.  Someone else had started early, she noted.  JJ Mullins.

         'No one I know,' she thought, looking at the name above hers.  'Ha!  Everyone I know is still in bed.'

         Bidding the guard a good day, she headed for the elevators.  Her office was on the fifth floor.  She used to take the stairs for the exercise.  Now at eight months, she was afraid the stress of climbing might put her in premature labor.  Besides, her back hurt most every day now.  And last night hadn't helped any.

         Sitting at her desk, she unfolded the well worn page to read again the words that captured her imagination ... and her passion.  She tried to read slowly, but her emotions were quickly roused.  She found herself racing through the words as her breathing quickened.  She felt that familiar feeling in her stomach.  The baby jumped as if responding to her excitement.  She rubbed her belly while she read to help calm the baby.

         Julia's full breasts seemed tighter in her bra as if they were straining to be released.  She felt her nipples tingle from rubbing against the soft fabric.  She squirmed in her chair and closed her eyes.  Still the words danced before her.  Julia felt warm.  Was it the office?  Her breasts ached to be touched.  Before she knew what she was doing, she reached under her jumper and unbuttoned her blouse.

         She stopped, realizing where she was.  Though she wasn't in the privacy of her apartment, she felt an overwhelming urge to continue.  Scarcely daring to breathe, she listened intentlyfor any indication of someone's presence.  Only the soft whirr of the air conditioning system filled her ears.

         Julia tried to pull herself together, but her need was too great.  Lately her 'need' was becoming more and more frequent.  While she'd been able to withstand her passions before this--at least until she reached her apartment--her desire for release was too great this time.  She couldn't stay the urges that consumed her thoughts.  She looked at the clock.  No one would even be here for another hour; she needed only fifteen minutes.

         Satisfied she was alone, she gave in to her passion.  Unhooking the shoulder straps holding her jumper, she finished unbuttoning her blouse.  Her hands roamed freely over her covered breasts.  She flinched, sucking in her breath sharply as her fingers pinched the sensitive nipples through her bra.

         "Ohhh," she moaned softly, savoring the gentle massage action from her hands and fingers.

         Each hand reached under a heavy milk-laden orb raising it off her belly.  Gently they caressed around each fleshy globe attempting to provide some measure of relief from her need.  It wasn't enough.  She tried to reach inside her bra to grasp her nipples.  But, they were pressed too tightly into the fabric.  Her imagination screamed to her brain that she couldn't breathe.  She had no choice.

         Julia unhooked the prison holding her fast.  The milky white flesh literally bounced free, her nipples fully extended.  Immediately, Julia began cupping her heavy breasts with both hands, rubbing them from the underside and separating them, then pushing them back together again.  Over and over she did this, feeling the heat generated by her warm hands.  Every so often, she would rake her long fingernails across her distended nipples sending waves of pleasure to her very core.  She closed her eyes letting these sensations wash over her.

         She looked down at her angry red nipples floating on large, deep brown pools.  She squealed out loud with delight as she pinched first one, then the other in rapid succession.

         Jace was on his way back to his office after relieving himself when her heard a lady's scream.  Concerned, he moved quickly to the door of the office from where he'd heard the noise.  Cautiously, he opened the door just enough to peek in.



Chapter Five

         The LED on the clock shown bright; it read 2:59 a.m.  The silence in his room was complete, so complete, in fact, that the sound made by the numbered flaps inside the clock changing to 3:00 a.m. penetrated his slumber.

         Jace started, awakening to a raging hardon.  However, sex was the furthest thing from his mind.  Many glasses of iced tea the evening before had raised his cock to an almost painful state.  Sleep no longer held him captive.

         Jace's muse was both a most thoughtful spirit and the harshest of taskmasters.  She could be as unforgiving as a spurned lover, or as generous as a grandparent to a child.  He learned to answer her call immediately for his window of creativity was altogether brief.  He always carried a small notebook and pen.  She seldom bid him in the evening.  However, last night, his muse had been a thirsty lady, taking as much as she gave.  Jace had consumed enough iced tea to float a small sloop while writing down his dream.  Payment was due; it was a fair exchange.

         Tripping to the bathroom in the dark, he stood at the commode, his need paramount.  As his relief washed over him, memories of her came flooding back.  He could no more stop the thoughts of her than he could stem the tide flowing from him.

         What was it about this girl that moved him?  Why did she consume his thoughts?  She wasn't beautiful in that worldly way.  But, she was wholesome, unjaded.  She had a small town innocence about her.  She was vulnerable, he thought, one to be protected.  He longed to take her into his arms, hold her tight, and keep her from harm.  Even in the dark, her visage danced before him.  He was smitten.

         'Judas Priest,' he thought.  'Smitten!  Does anyone really say that anymore?'

         Yet he knew nothing about her.  He figured she must be married, and therefore unavailable, out of reach.  That alone was enough to drive him crazy.  He was becoming obsessed, and he knew it.  He sighed deeply.  Once again, he marveled at his ability to write about that which he could never do in real life.

         "Ohmigod!"  Jace remembered his missing page.  She must have it.  How was he ever going to get it back?  He couldn't just go to her and ask, 'Pardon me, do you have a page of erotica that I wrote about you?'

         No sense worrying about it.  He would just sweep her off her feet in a manner befitting the most erotic of circumstances.  He would win the affections of this woman through feats of sexual daring.  She would be free of all entanglements, and they would live happily ever after. 

         In his story, that is.  Real life?  Never!  He had no illusions about his prowess with the opposite sex, or of his chances with this pregnant goddess.

         "I'm pathetic," he said aloud to the walls closing in on him.

         Throughout history, bravery is displayed through the sheer determination of a man who's finally had enough.  He's cold, wet, hungry, tired, or just plain lonely.  He doesn't give a damn any more.  Each man has his breaking point; Jace found his.

         He reached for the light, feeling a twinge in his stomach.  The thought came to him as light flooded the small room.  He looked in the mirror and saw the change.  He made a decision.  And it showed!

         'Who says a bathroom isn't a good place to think?'

         He smiled.  He was ready in 30 minutes.

* * *

         Jace had a system that never varied.  Except for today.  He wasn't sure he could explain why he'd showed up at the office almost three hours before he usually rose.  The thoughts that normally raced through him in the early morn were lost, blocked ... until he reached his office.

         Usually, his muse met him at that one esoteric place in his apartment, a room in which no one else was allowed, the one spot where he felt truly free.  His nook consisted of an automatic coffee-maker, which he never drank.  He just loved the smell of coffee; the aroma stimulated his creative urge.  A comfortable desk chair, a slightly inclined writing table, and a very special pen completed his writer's niche.  Jace had heard once that every writer should have his own special writing tool.  Whether it actually helped him or not, he knew one thing--he felt different, more creative when he used it.  That was all that mattered.

         Before retiring last night, Jace finished writing down his 'dream.'  He hadn't edited it, but he had a good feeling about it.  He wouldn't have to change it much.  But this morning, a fresh idea took hold of him.  His next chapter would take place at the office.  It was this idea he needed to get down.  And it wasn't coming to him at home; the office was where he needed to be.

         Jace stopped writing.  His muse was not the only thing that beckoned him; Nature's call laid claim to his body.  She would not be denied either.  Reluctantly, he laid down his pen.

         He came out of the Men's Room, his first two glasses of iced tea having joined the million cups of beverages in the sewer of the city that never sleeps.

         'That's how I spell relief,' he thought, smiling.  Now that would be an advertising agency's nightmare.

         He walked slowly back to his office, deep in thought.  Words and phrases milled around in his head.  He loved this time of day.  Early morning was a time during which his creative process seemed to flow easily.  Usually, he let his mind wander writing whatever came to it.  He never edited during this time; often he would have several different ideas on his pages when he finished.  The sorting came later.

         He thought about the words he'd just written.


                   Elise was alone in the night air, drops of water still glistening on her body.  She lay on one of the lounge chairs beside the pool.  Even at this height, the night air lay heavy on her; not even a hint of breeze to ruffle her hair, or cool the water mixed with sweat.  How much was from her swim and how much was from her thoughts, she couldn't tell.  In truth, she didn't care.  She just recognized her need.

                   Two years before, the office had installed an exercise track with a small pool on the top floor of the 35-story structure, ostensibly to promote better physical fitness among its employees.  It had been enormously expensive.  But it turned out to be one of the best investments they'd made.  Absenteeism was at an all-time low, and morale and productivity were rising.  Those Human Resource consultants were right after all.

                   The lights of the city around her and the full moon hanging low in the sky were the only light she had, or needed.  The area closed an hour ago.  But the night watchman was a friend of hers.  She never dared to use the facilities in her condition when other people were around.  She was a large girl and self-conscious of her figure with her clothes on.  She figured people would not want to see a fat, pregnant woman parading around in a bikini.

                   She couldn't wear a one-piece bathing suit.  Oh, they made them large enough for a person her size.  But she felt too constricted, too confined in one.  She couldn't breathe.  So she bought the skimpiest bikini she could find.  Material would not be a problem now.  Her belly stuck out so far over her bottoms that it barely covered her pubic area.  Wisps of hair peeked out around the elastic bands around her legs; it was so hard to shave there these days.

                   She giggled.  'I need to find someone to shave me.'
 
                   Her breasts felt tight in the top.  She unclasped the top letting it fall to the deck freeing them for all the world to see--at least for those in the taller buildings surrounding her's.  She felt so naughty.  And excited.

                   Her hands reached under her full breasts lifting them off her belly and separating them.  She let them fall back with a 'plop.'  She pulled her compressed nipples, rolling them between her fingers.  She pinched them gently.

She sighed as she felt them harden under the pressure.  She squirmed, grinding her butt deeper into the chair.  It creaked as she moved.  She heard a "crack" followed by a low, creaking sound. 

                   'Oh no,' she thought. 'I'm too heavy for this chair.' 

                   She wiggled again, forcing her bikini bottom tighter into the crack of her cheeks and creating a camel toe effect with her pussy.  The pressure of the fabric on her clit sent small spasms of pleasure throughout her.  She was getting hotter by the minute.  Her face was flushed in the oppressive night air.  Reality faded to fantasy as her longing consumed her.

                   She wanted something in her pussy right now, even if it were only her fingers.  But ... she couldn't reach it while lying on her back.  She got up awkwardly, placing her towel on the deck beside her chair and stripped off her bottom.  She got down on her knees with them apart slightly with her upper body across the lounge chair.  Her belly hung low, effectively blocking access to her wet pussy. 

                   She whimpered as she continued to caress her sensitive breasts.  Her nipples were on fire; they felt like two white-hot pokers.  Oh God, she needed something, or someone, in her pussy.  She reached around her backside to stroke her aching pussy.  Her arms were only long enough to reach the middle of her plump ass.  She rubbed that area between her cheeks as far as she could reach with her fingers.  Coating a finger with her saliva, she reached back, and stuck it in her puckered hole.  She wiggled it furiously.  It was not enough!

                   "Ohmigod," she whimpered aloud.  "I can't reach...."

                   "May I help?"

                   Elise gasped as a deep voice startled her back to reality.  She looked up, wild-eyed, and saw a figure standing in the shadows.  She quickly looked around for something, anything which she might use to cover herself.  There was nothing.  Her heart was beating so loud, she was sure he heard it.

                   He stepped from the shadows, the moonlight illuminating his smiling face.  He offered her a small hand towel.

                   "Were you looking for this?" he asked, chuckling.

                   Elise couldn't believe it.  Here she was--naked, pregnant ... and horny!  She was embarrassed beyond belief, and he was making a joke.  Yet his smile and laugh were somehow engaging. 

                   She had no idea how long he'd been watching her.  She imagined he'd seen quite a bit already.  And she was still excited.  In the moonlight, she thought she could see a sparkle in his eyes as she took the proffered towel. 

                   "Oh, what the hell ..." she said to herself.


         A lady's scream snapped Jace out of his reverie.  Fearing the worst, he pulled out his cell phone to call 9-1-1.  Pausing, he thought he should at least determine what the problem might be.  He never stopped to consider that danger might lie beyond the door.  Cautiously, he opened the door enough to peek in.

         Jace couldn't see anyone.  But he heard a woman's voice quite plainly, a young woman's very happy voice.  It was quite obvious to him, this young lady was enjoying herself.  Arousal overcame decorum.  Putting away his phone, he pushed, the door swinging open silently.  Gingerly, he walked in.

         Even had she not been in the throes of passion, Julia wouldn't have seen the door open, her cubicle faced the opposite direction.  Absorbed with her own desires, she never heard Jace approach.  She never saw him peek over the cubicle wall. She only knew her satisfaction was imminent.

         Jace watched from above unable to comprehend the Karmic irony that played out before him.  He'd just written about a similar circumstance.  Now, here he was in the flesh, so to speak, witnessing that which he'd only imagined.  If he'd had any wits about him, he would have joined the object of his desire.  But he was paralyzed, both with fear and awe.  He was relegated to the position of spectator. 

         'Spectator!'

         Jace spat the word out in his brain.  He'd been a spectator all his life.  He was tired of it.  Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.  His stomach felt like he'd just gone over the edge of the big drop on a roller coaster.  It was now or never!

         Slowly he walked around the corner and stood there watching her.  He was transfixed.  He held his breath hoping she wouldn't hear his thumping heart.  God, it was so loud.

         She was beautiful!  Naked from the waist up, she was still pinching and twisting her extended nipples.  Drops of colostrum glistened as she squeezed them.  Her nipples were huge.  From the recesses of his mind he thought back to grade school and the oversized pencils he used to use.  He couldn't take his eyes off her tremendous breasts.  They called to him.  The Sirens were singing; her moans beckoned him closer.  He longed to taste them.  Her eyes were closed; she didn't know he was there.  Yet!

         He had to breathe!  His aching chest required it.  He tried to exhale quietly not wanting to disturb her.  It wasn't to be.  A small explosion of air escaped him, only to be replaced by a big gulp.

         She opened her eyes to see a man standing over her, watching her.  She screamed, not recognizing the man.  She grabbed the front of her jumper covering herself as best she could.  Her bra was out of reach on the floor.  She started hyperventilating; too much oxygen was making her lightheaded.  She looked again to see the man holding his arms out, palms open and a look of fear on his face.

         "Please, don't scream!  I-I-I wouldn't hurt you."

         Julia tried to rise from her chair.  Her body's inability to cope with the additional oxygen in her body took its toll.  Just as she got to her feet, she fainted, falling headlong into Jace's outstretched arms.



Chapter Six

         Jace found himself overwhelmed, in more ways than one.  If he'd thought up five scenarios of what might take place when he rounded the corner of her cubicle, this would have been number eight.  Even his imagination wasn't that good.

         Here he was--an unconscious, half naked, pregnant girl was lying in his arms.  It was every man's dream.  Well, it was his dream, except for the unconscious part.  What the hell was he supposed to do now?  Ohmigod, she smelled good, like fresh lilacs after a gentle spring rain.

         He'd caught her under her arms when she'd fallen forward.  Her jumper flap fell to her waist in the process, her naked breasts pressed against his shirt.  He held her up awkwardly, her full belly throwing him off balance.  Grunting, Jace reached around the girl--he still didn't know her name--clasping his fingers together to keep her from slipping further.  He looked down to see her breasts pressed tightly together, drops of colostrum leaking onto his shirt, staining it.  Unconsciously, he licked his lips.

         "Shit," he said in a tight voice.  Julia was slipping through his fingers.  He wondered just how literal that observation might be.

         He had to do something quick, or they'd both fall to the floor.  He didn't want to hurt her.  It seemed an impossible task as his fingers slipped apart.  This wasn't what he had in mind.  He'd thought he could set her down easy.  But she was heavier than he imagined.  Being off balance didn't help either, he thought.

         As her body slid down, her large nipples left two dotted parallel trails on his front in her wake.  Holding her up was taking all his strength.  He had an idea, but he needed a better grip.  Summoning all his strength, he reared back pulling her upward.  He let go and quickly re-caught her under her arms.  He then twisted his body to the left, and with a quick movement stepped over her still holding her close.  Now she was in his arms with her back facing toward the floor. 

         Straddling her belly, Jace was bent at the waist holding most of her weight.  He just stared at her swollen breasts.  Her nipples pointed at him, accusing him of all manner of indelicate thoughts.

         Jace froze for a moment, struggling with both his diminishing strength and the salacious thoughts running rampant through his head.  He blinked and shook his head vigorously to clear his mind.  He berated himself.

         "C'mon, Jace.  Get it together."

         He gently laid her down, butt first, then the rest of her.  Placing his hand under her head, he held it up and slid underneath her allowing her head to settle on his lap.  The entire drama had played out in less than a minute.  Breathing deeply, he exhaled in an explosion of air as relief flooded over him.  He just sat there scarcely daring to move.
 
         Yet move he must.  People would be arriving soon.  He could not allow them to find her like this.  He checked his watch; it was 8:10.  People would be arriving very soon.  Without thinking, he reached down and pulled her jumper flap up to cover her modesty.  He marveled at this small display of integrity, especially after the impure thoughts he'd just had.  Perhaps his writing had taught him more about himself than he realized.

         He gingerly touched her face with his fingertips hoping his touch might waken her.  She stirred, but didn't open her eyes.  Gently, almost lovingly, Jace caressed her cheek.  All the emotion and tenderness he poured into his writing seemed to flow from his fingers.  He watched as her face softened from the fright she'd had but minutes before.

         Julia's eyes fluttered open.  She stared upwards at the lights, their harsh glare greeting her return to reality.  She became aware of Jace's tender touch.  She blinked several times trying to refocus.  Her eyes widened as she looked into Jace's concerned face.  She opened her mouth to speak.

         "What,..." was all she could utter before Jace placed his finger on her trembling lips.

         "You fainted," Jace said softly.  "I-I'm sorry I frightened you."

         She reddened as she remembered what she was doing when she saw him.  Looking down, she saw her jumper laying loose across her breasts.  It barely covered her.

         "I covered you up," he said simply.  Jace blushed as he added, "I tried anyway.  You're awfully big."

         He stopped, not knowing what else to say.  She was silent.  He wished he could read her mind.  It was funny, he thought.  He'd imagined meeting this girl many times since he'd first seen her, and he always had something glib to say, some witty remark.  Now he was tongue-tied, like that addled schoolboy one always heard about.

         'You're awfully big,' he thought, disgusted with himself. 'How witty was that?'

         He felt like he was ten years old again being confronted by the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his life.  He had stuttered for almost a month after trying to speak to her.  It was deja vu two decades later.  The fates were laughing again.  Remembering brought a new resolve to Jace; he would not be like that young boy long ago.

         Jace felt her stir.  He looked down at his hand which had been softly stroking her protruding belly.  She must have enjoyed it for she'd started moving her body very slowly in concert with his rhythmic motion.  She closed her eyes and began rocking her head in his lap.  Breathing deeply, she sighed audibly, just the lightest sound, like a gentle spring breeze wafting through the trees.  Her soft, full lips parted, just enough for her tongue to moisten that which her breathing had dried. 

         To Jace, her lips were the most inviting thing he'd ever seen.  He was in a trance as he watched her tongue dance around her lips.  Without thinking, he leaned over and brushed his lips across hers, lightly kissing her. 

         Julia's eyes opened, and for a moment, Jace was frightened.  He wondered if he'd... he didn't have time to complete his thought before he saw her smile.  It was captivating; she was captivating.  She was absolutely breathtaking.  She was ... talking.

         "... Lowe," she was saying, looking up at him with those big hazel eyes.  Her auburn hair lay swirled around his lap.

         "What?"  Jace just stared dumbly at her.

         She repeated.  "My name is Julia Lowe."

         Julia!  The angels themselves couldn't have said her name any better, he thought. What a pretty name.  Julia!  I'm very glad to meet you, Julia, he thought.

         Julia waited for a moment and then continued.  "Would you please help me up?"

         "Oh, yes!  Of course!  I was just ..." he stopped, quite sure he looked as stupid as he sounded. 

         He lifted her head from his lap and slid his legs out from under her.  Then he helped her roll onto her side so she could start that awkward process of a woman heavy with child getting first to her knees, then to her feet.  He rose and took her hand, helping her up.  As she stood up, her top slipped down exposing her breasts again.  Jace tried not to stare.

         Julia smiled, her eyes lighting up with amusement as she noted his discomfort.  She pulled her top back up, slowly as if to increase his anxiety.  She looked for the strap to hook it, but it was behind her out of reach.  She held it in place with her arm.  Then she felt a slight twinge at torturing the poor man like that.

         "I am sorry for the trouble I've caused you," she said, lightly.

         "N-no problem," said Jace, his voice cracking.  He swallowed hard, trying to overcome his dry mouth.  "I didn't mean to scare you," he repeated.

         "That's okay.  I don't know what's gotten into me lately.  All I think about is sex."

         Jace was shocked.  He'd never heard anyone talk like this so casually before.  He cocked his head, and noted the amusement in Julia's eyes.  He decided she was playing with him.

         Jace smiled.  He reached out and gently took her arm.



Chapter Seven

         This had been the longest day of Jace's life.  Work had dragged on interminably, his concentration sorely tested.  Routine tasks he performed every day without thinking became a challenge to complete.  He thought back to the morning and smiled.  He put down the report on which he was working, took his notebook and began to write, making some carefully calculated changes.

                   Jace reached out to take Julia's arm fully intending to embrace her.  They gazed into each other's eyes and saw the want.  He didn't fully understand the feelings coursing through him.  He'd never been so attracted, physically and emotionally, to someone like this before.  It scared him.  Was it right?  Was it really what he wanted?  And, what did Julia want?

                   Julia answered his unspoken questions by unbuckling his belt.  He just stood there scarcely daring to breathe lest he frighten this angel away.  In one deft movement, Julia lowered Jace's trousers and shorts, at the same time dropping to her knees. 

                   She found herself face to face with a man's penis for only the second time in her life.  This time, however, things were different.  This time she knew what she wanted.  She opened her mouth and drew close to him, her hot breath sending chills up his spine. 

                   Jace shivered in anticipation.  He watched Julia's tongue reach out and flick the tip of his semi-erect penis.  He leaned back, placing his hands on the desk behind him, his cheeks resting on some financial report.

                   As soon as her lips surrounded the tip of his growing member and her teeth raked across the sensitive underside, his knees weakened.  He felt a very familiar sensation, that light, floating feeling that began simultaneously in the balls of his feet and in his stomach.  He loved that feeling; it signified pleasure, joy, freedom.

                   His cock hardened in her mouth, growing with each flick of her tongue.  She was a little awkward, not really sure what to do.  But to Jace, it was heaven.  She licked his member like a lollipop, her saliva coating his hard shaft.  She pulled back removing him from her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting them.  It lengthened and fell to the floor before she could engulf his bobbing manhood again.

                   "Ohhh," he moaned as she slid her lips slowly up his erection.  "Yes!  Right there."

                   The softness of her mouth was exquisite.  He closed his eyes letting the sensations radiate throughout him.  He hesitated to look at her for fear he would wake up from his dream.  Julia reached under him caressing his balls with long fingernails.  Jace couldn't help himself--he had to watch this goddess as she continued to pleasure him.  He looked down into those eyes, her eyes.

                   They fell into a rhythm as natural as time itself.  His hips moved forward as she opened her mouth to receive his offering.  They moved apart slowly, her red lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.  She would bare her teeth just before he'd pull out and rake them lightly, but firmly across the most sensitive part of his manhood.  He shuddered with delight each time she did this.  They'd repeat the cycle.

                   Jace knew he couldn't hold out much longer against such treatment, and he wanted more than that.  Reaching down, he placed his hand under her chin and watched her slowly raise her eyes to his.  He saw only want in her hazel eyes.

                   Slowly he pulled back, each moment an eternity as inch by inch he removed himself from this young girl's mouth.  It was the most sensuous moment he'd ever imagined.  He reached down and, to Julia's disappointment, pulled up his shorts and pants.

                   "I can't walk with these around my ankles," Jace said, amused.

                   Julia looked confused.  Again he reached down, this time taking both her hands, helping her up.

                   "We need to move to a more comfortable location.  I don't think your back will appreciate me if we don't."

                   Leading her to a small break room, he pointed to the leather couch.  She turned and embraced him.  They kissed, softly at first, then with increasing intensity.  Lightheaded, Julia broke the embrace and moved toward the couch.

                   Jace stopped her before she could sit, his hands on her shoulders.  He locked his eyes on hers, reaching down and raising the hem of her jumper.  Desire changed to yearning as his hands caressed her soft skin underneath.  He hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and gently lowered them to her ankles.  Averting his gaze, he followed her panties down, kneeling before her and breathing deeply of her arousal.

                   Julia sank slowly to the couch and laid back.  She spread her legs exposing her swollen pussy, a small tuft of light brown hair at the top glistening with drops of her juices.  She closed her eyes and waited expectantly for Jace's touch.  Instead, she felt his hot breath blowing gently, cooling the fire between her legs.  She wiggled her butt sliding forward to his mouth.

                   Jace could wait no longer; he had to taste this lady of his dreams.  Reaching out with his tongue, he lightly licked her swollen lips, Julia's essence mingling with his saliva.  Jace had never tasted anything so heavenly before.  It was all he could do to keep from attacking her wet pussy, forcing himself to go slow.

                   Long, sensuous licks caused Julia to suck in her breath sharply as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her.  She shuddered as Jace's tongue tenderly touched her erect clit.  She felt her juices flowing freely.  The combination of her juices and Jace's saliva had created a small pool on the couch that coated her legs and cheeks.  The slick leather caused her to slide forward, forcing Jace's tongue deep in her pussy.  The sensation was quite literally like nothing she had ever felt before.

                   While she'd had orgasms by masturbation before, this was a new and completely different seansation for her.  She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew she wanted more.  Grabbing Jace by the head, she pulled him deeper between her legs.  Jace started lapping at her flowing juices for all he was worth, pausing every now and then to suck her clit and tease it with his tongue.

                   "Ohmigod!" Julia cried out, as her body shuddered violently. 

                   Jace held onto her hips and continued his onslaught of her pussy.  Julia's orgasm crashed over her with an intensity she'd never felt before.  Over and over, spasms of pleasure rocked her body until she could stand no further stimulation, pushing Jace away.

                   Jace looked up at Julia, his face glistening, her arousal and his saliva dripping obscenely to the floor.  He smiled, wiping his mouth as he watched the glow that radiated from her face.  He held her hand, smiling, as he waited for her labored breathing to return to normal.


         They had lunch at the coffee shop where they first 'met.'  Their food lay untouched--who had time to eat.  Like old friends separated by years, they talked and laughed and held hands, trying to catch up a lifetime in an hour.  No, that wasn't quite right.  They had a lifetime yet to live.

         Jace picked up his latte, held it high and nodded at Julia.  She picked up her drink and smiled in return.

         "To the future," he said, taking a sip.

         "To our future," she responded, winking at him.

         "I'd like to share something with you."  He handed her the last two pages of his story.

         "You mean more than you shared with me this morning?"

         Julia giggled and took the proffered pages, smiling broadly.  She leaned across the table and stole a kiss from Jace.  Then she sat back, and looked very serious as she began to read. 

         A smile crept to her face as she re-lived the first day of the rest of her life.

Word Count:  9987