The Platform Lovers – 20 – Brains!

Alex, paused for a moment, imagining what he would do with Fiona when he got to hers later. Would he be nice and gentle,, would he ravage her or would he blindfold her and tie her hands together then play with her?

He enjoyed having someone so willing to please him, but he knew that Fiona only let him play with her because she knew that he liked to pleasure her, that he enjoyed having that power over her and that he would never hurt her.

They had spoken about it previously, lying in bed together. She said that he seemed comfortable to talk about sex rather than his emotions. They’d agreed that there must be some clever reverse psychology involved, she enjoyed being tied up and completely at his mercy, he enjoyed tying her up, but instead of using her he would tease her and pleasure her, making her come repeatedly then fuck her gently until they came together.

Sometimes, like the last time that she came to his, it was just a basic need, he called her because he was free and he was hoping she was. He liked her as a person and enjoyed her company but he wasn’t looking for a relationship, he just enjoyed having someone to fuck now and then who seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

He smiled as the image of her invaded his thought for a moment and decided that he’d take along his some silk ties and a blindfold, but whether he used them or not he’d decide at the time. He might even let her decide, no scratch that, this is going to be about me.

The ping of the text snapped him out of his daydream and he switched off his personal phone, picked up his work mobile. Read the message from Monica and got back on the clock. All the preliminary work was done, the equipment was double-checked for readiness, backups were charged and ready and he’d called in two operational assistants to perform the physical monitoring process.

It was important that he wasn’t on the site and that Monica didn’t know the assistants, there had to be no risk of eye contact, nothing to taint the evidence, Charles had to walk into this of his own free will and compromise his position without outright entrapment on their part, they just had to be there to capture it.

He had met Monica earlier, a brief meeting in Central Station where he passed her a HD pinhole camera which she would wear as a pin on the label of her coat. The recording equipment would sit in her inside pocket and was barely larger than the micro-sd card on which it recorded everything in front of her in full 1080p video and audio.

He also gave her a duplicate phone, this one was slightly altered to provide remote audio for the operational team to ensure they caught action on audio as well as the video.

Monica’s had used the equipment on many occasion and knew how to use them to best advantage, she was glad that he did the technical side and agreed that she should text him the details of their lunch “date” when Charles had arranged it.

“We’re meeting at 1pm, he’s picking me up around the corner from the office and we are going for lunch at Mar Hall, let me know you are there and that there aren’t any issues”

So that was the location, Alex had heard of the place but had never been there, but checking it online told him everything he needed to know, expensive, discreet and a good 15 minute drive outside the city in the opposite direction to where Charles lived, he was obviously doing his best to make sure that there was no-one there that knew him.

Alex called the operators Billy and Susanne to let them know the location and to book a table and be in location for 12:30. He didn’t need to tell them to dress appropriately, he’d already briefed them that Charles was out to impress and they knew that they would have to be dressed smart casual for the day.

Billy and Susanne had already studied photographs of Monica and knew that she would be wearing a red coat, so picking up the target would be simple.

Alex liked to maintain a separation between Monica and the operational team, it was something he had picked up on in his time in the services where everything was on a need to know basis and Monica didn’t need to know.

He sent Monica a text “All set, text me if there are any late developments and call me when you’re clear”

Then he turned on the kettle and thought how much he would love to fuck her brains out, whether that was professional or not.

The Platform Lovers – 19 – Big!

19 – Big!

Fiona sat at her desk thinking of him and the last time they fucked, thinking of him always made her wet and her pussy ached for him causing her to push her thighs together, squeezing the lips of her labia causing a little bit of pressure to be applied to her clit and appeasing her need to be touched a little .. but just a little.

She thought of his rugged face and his naked manliness. He was taller than her but only by an inch or two, but much broader in the chest and narrow in the waist, the way a man should be.

Her friends often referred to her as “big” which she hated, it made her feel like a heifer, just because she was taller than them didn’t mean that she was any less of a woman and she always cringed when someone referred to her as “Big” in public.

She only rarely wore heels because of it, except for when she was with him, he said that he liked her being tall and he liked that she was as tall as him with her heels on, he said that she looked fantastic particularly when she wore a dress to go with her heels as it showed off her shapely figure rather than her usual jeans and flat shoes.

She liked that about him, he just told it exactly as he saw it, there was a serene solemnity about him and she knew that he wasn’t flattering her or giving her bullshit. She didn’t think he ever lied, there was something about him that said this is how it is, this is how I am, I tell it as it is and if you don’t like it then tough.

The surprising thing was that you couldn’t tell looking at him, but he was the undoubtedly the sexiest horniest man she had ever met, he was subtle, but firm, he had the most delicate touch and was strong, hard and fast when she needed it.

She’d fucked better looking guys, lots of them, you don’t get to be single in this city for so long and not meet your fair share of liars, cheats and chancers. Guys who tell you anything to get you naked and sometimes you go along with that because it feels right at the time and you have your needs too. So sometimes you go play along even although you know its bullshit.

But he had something about him, an intense look in his eye that she knew he was genuine, then he’d laugh and compliment her saying that he wanted nothing from her and if nothing came from their relationship he at least wanted her to value herself more than she did.

She liked that about him, he seemed to sense her low self-esteem even although she had never discussed it.

She knew roughly when Alex would arrive but no definite ETA, just that he would be over whenever he had finished with his work-related duties and she knew he was working on a case although he would never discussed it.

She sent him a text “How would sir like me to greet you? Xxx”

Fiona wasn’t expecting a reply so she was surprised when it arrived within moments .

“Your door open, you lying naked on the bed, your pussy trimmed, your hands above your head and your legs wide open. Don’t open your eyes or say a word when I arrive, you’ll know its me. I’ll text when I’m on my way. Xxx”

To be continued ….