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Captured by Ann and Capturing Ann by R.D. - Friday
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Friday
The enigma of my now week old relationship with Ann
was a bit frustrating and was a matter of preoccupation for me
as I walked to work on Friday. Ann arrived at the lobby of our
office building just as I was and we rode up the elevator
together.
After the other passengers got off on a lower floor. Ann
looked at me and said "I'm sorry Bob, I handled that badly."I
didn't say anything.
We walked in silence to my office. As soon as we were
in Ann repeated her apology. "Bob, I shouldn't have let such a
lovely evening end like that, but I was a bit upset about what I
heard."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know those girls I asked you about. After they
were talking to you they passed by me and I heard the older
one say that she was going away this weekend with you."
I was a little obtuse: "So?"
"You're right that shouldn't have mattered."
Ann's comment reminded me that I needed to make
reservations for the country excursion I had promised Saundra.
I spent the next half hour on the phone calling friends for
recommendations and then making reservations at a bed and
breakfast inn in Litchfield County, Connecticut. Just as things
seemed all set, Ann came in to say that a Miss Davis was on the
line. I thanked Ann, waited for her to leave and then picked up
the phone.
"Saundra"
"Hi. I was glad to bump into you last night . . ."
"Me too. I have the scoop on the weekend."
"That's why I'm calling. I have to work on that
presentation I was telling you about this weekend."
"What's going on?"
"My boss wants to have an all-hands brainstorming
session on Saturday and then the whole group is supposed to
go to dinner and then meet again on Sunday to finish things
up."
"Oh."
"Yeah, it was just decided and there's no way I can beg
off."
"Well that's too bad."
"I'll call you on Monday. Oh Bob, I'm so disappointed."
"Me too. There will be other times. Take care.
"Bye."
"Bye."
I was disappointed.
I didn't feel like working too much and I decided to take
a walk. I had no particular destination in mind.
"Where are you going?" Ann asked as I walked past her
on my way out.
"I am taking a walk. I'll be back." I snapped.
I walked out of the building and headed over toward
Fifth Avenue and found myself at Bergdorf's. I thumbed my way
through some sale ties and wound up buying a shirt. I saw that
it was a few minutes before twelve and I headed back to my
office. Ann said that there was only one message. The inn in
Litchfield had called to find out if I wanted a reservation for
Sunday brunch which, Ann said, they said, sells out.
I told Ann to call them back and cancel the reservation.
She looked puzzled. I explained that Saundra--"that's the girl
you saw me with"--had called earlier to advise that she had to
work this weekend. "Oh I'm sorry" Ann said. Then she
brightened. "I'll take care of it--I'll take care of everything."
I returned to my office, leaving the door opened and
watched Ann at her desk. Ann knew that I was watching her.
Today Ann had come to work wearing a tight navy skirt
hemmed above her knee. She was wearing a cream colored
blouse buttoned to the neck. As Ann was on the phone, I saw
that she was absently tweaking the nipple on her right breast
with her left hand. As her nipple stiffened, I experienced a
sympathetic reaction.
After making a series of calls, Ann came in to my office
about a half hour later and sat in the couch along the far wall.
Her skirt and decorum were no match for the deep couch. She
first sat with her legs crossed and her skirt rode well up her
thighs. As we talked, she uncrossed her legs and her bare sex
was plainly visible.
We disposed of some business. Ann told me that she
was set to interview a cook for me and that she thought that a
housekeeper/laundress would be what I needed to round out
my domestic staff.
"Bob," Ann continued. "I know that you are
disappointed about your change of plans for tomorrow. Why
don't you come over to my place in the afternoon. We can have
lunch and play it by ear after that."
It was happening again. There Ann was, seated on the
couch across from me in the most extreme position. Her full
breasts were clearly outlined against the thin fabric of her
blouse and her legs were set apart giving the most tantalizing
view. I was of two minds. On the one hand I remained unclear
where this was all leading and was frustrated that the rules or
even the conventions of our relationship remained, at best,
opaque. On the other hand, Ann was sufficiently engrossing
that I did not view myself as having any real choice.
"I don't know Ann," I heard myself say. "Maybe I'll just
come in to the office or find something else to do."
"Well do as you want, but I do think I have to make it up
to you and if you like paella at least I know you'll enjoy lunch."
"All right, what time should I be there?"
"Figure 1:30."
The rest of Friday was rather straightforward. I left the
office around 6:00, went home, read some mail and magazines
that had been piling up, ordered a pizza and sat down in front of
the TV to watch the Mets games and drink a few Heinekins.
Saturday
Saturday was a boldly glorious day, weather-wise. The
sky was a flawless blue, the temperature started out in the high
60's but by midday it was about 10 degrees higher. There was
a gentle breeze and no detectible humidity. I sensed all this as I
walked over to Ann's. I figured that of all days, this was not one
to spend indoors, and I thought I'd find some outdoor activity
for Ann and I to pursue.
Ann greeted me at her door with a light kiss on the
cheek. She was wearing khaki shorts and a bright yellow
pullover blouse. My first surprise (there were to be several that
day) came as I noticed that Ann had place settings for three laid
out on her table. Ann noticed my gaze and said absently, "I
didn't tell you that she'd be here too?"
"Come on Ann, you know you didn't" I said a little put
off by this latest turn.
Just then, as of on cue, Ann's intercom buzzed and Ann,
speaking into the handset, said "send her up, please."
"Can I get you something to drink?" she asked me,
evidently determined not to fill me in on who "she" was.
"Club soda" I answered deciding to play along for the
moment.
Ann was in her kitchen when the doorbell rang. "Bob,
would you get that, please" Ann asked.
What the hell I thought and opened the door. "Hi Bob"
was Ellen's greeting. She seemed not the least surprised that I
was there. Ellen was carrying a small soft case in addition to
her handbag. She came in to the apartment and looked around
admiring the views and the furnishings. Ann called out a
greeting and asked me to give her a hand in the kitchen.
Ann hastily explained. "When I saw what a glorious day
it was I knew Ellen would want to come here and use my
terrace if she was otherwise free so I called and invited her--we
sort of had made up to meet for lunch the other night--and I told
her you'd be here too."
"What about Richard?" I asked.
"His name never came up."
By then Ellen had joined us in the kitchen. She told Ann
how much she admired her apartment. Ann invited us to sit
down and said lunch would be served shortly.
Ann was 100% correct when she said if I enjoyed paella
lunch would be a success. I do and it was. She had also
prepared and chilled fresh sangria and we all shared a pitcher.
I gathered from the course of our lunch-time
discussions that Ellen had been invited over by Ann for lunch
and to get some sun on Ann's terrace. After the dishes were
cleared, Ellen excused herself to change into a bathing suit.
After Ellen went in to Ann's bedroom with the bag she had
brought with her, I told Ann that if I knew that was to be the
afternoon's activities I would have brought along a pair of
shorts too.
"Don't be silly. We have privacy, you can sit in your
underwear or less for that matter."
We went out on Ann's terrace. The sun was strong and
there were three chaises lounges arranged side bby side. Ellen
came out in a two piece bikini and lay down on the right side. I
took off my shirt, left my slacks on and sat on the left. Ann
excused herself for a moment and returned having changed.
She brought with her a portable spritzer and some sun tanning
oil. Ann's suit was something else. Two straps were fastened
behind her neck and broadened out only slightly as they carried
forward over her breasts and then met at her lower belly where
they formed a minimal patch that covered her sex. I admired
the architect who designed that bit of coverage. Ann flipped a
switch that piped some music out to the terrace and lay on her
back in the middle between Ellen and me.
It didn't take long for me to realize that my slacks had to
go. Reading my mind, Ann said that I should take a bath towel if
I wanted and improvise something. Following that suggestion, I
went to the bathroom removed my slacks and the boxer shorts I
was wearing and wrapped a towel around my waist and
rejoined Ann and Ellen.
Ann had unfastened the straps from around her neck
and was reclining topless with her large breasts splayed from
side to side. For her part, Ellen had flipped over to her stomach
and unclasped the back of her bikini top. Ellen, I am sure
nurtured her deep tan with many hours in the sun. Ann on the
other hand was much fairer. After about twenty minutes or so,
the combined effect of the Sangria and lunch started to have
their effect and I thought I'd take a nap. Ellen evidently had
long since entered the realm of the sandman and seemed to be
breathing deeply and regularly. I looked over at Ann to tell her
my intentions and was distracted by the sight of her massaging
her suntan oil across her very ample breasts. Without saying
anything I adjusted the towel and closed my eyes.
I had fallen asleep and thought for an instant I was
having the most delicious dream when I realized what was
going on. I opened my eyes with a start and saw Ann purse her
lips in a "Shh!" She had slipped her hand under my towel and
was cradling me with that hand. She had turned over on to her
stomach and raised herself slightly so that she was supporting
her weight on her left arm and her right was cupping my balls.
In this interim Ellen had also turned over and appeared to be
sleeping. Her top was arranged loosely and unfastened on her
chest and had slipped down a bit revealing the upper part of
one of her breasts, exposing most of her left nipple. Ann then
turned about three-quarters in my direction and began to slide
her hand up and down my cock. Her hand seemed to
lubricated with what I assumed to be some of the tanning oil.
The accumulated stimulation of my week with Ann certainly
made me a willing participant. Ann varied the rhythm of her
touch and I was well on my way to a vigorous reaction. I
glanced over Ann's shoulder to see that Ellen was now awake
and looking at me with an indulgent grin. I saw that Ellen was
not unaffected by what was going on, and I saw her hand dip
inside the waistband of her bikini bottoms--her bikini top was
nowhere to be seen. Ann's movements were more vigorous
and the towel gave up the ghost and no longer made a pretense
of concealing her ministrations. Finally I shuddered and
experienced a powerful orgasm. As my buttocks clenched I did
my old faithful imitation and a small geyser of white come shot
up in the air and fell back (mostly) on my stomach.
I noticed a pearly drop sitting proudly on Ann's right
nipple. She followed my gaze and picked that drop up with her
forefinger which she then put to her lips. I motioned to her to
look over in Ellen's direction. Ellen was in a world of her own
with her hand busily clawing away at her bottom as she tossed
her head to and fro. Ann dipped a finger in some of my come
and turned and fed a sleek fingertip to Ellen. Ellen's reaction
encouraged Ann to keep her finger in Ellen's mouth while Ellen
continued to bury her fingers under her bikini bottoms.
At this point Ann grasped the waistband of Ellen's
bottom and eased it over her hips. Ellen's bottom had a
glistening mat of the same type of hair that was on her head.
Ellen returned the favor to Ann and soon enough both girls
were nude. Ann pushed Ellen's hand away from its nest and
substituted her own as the source of Ellen's stimulation. Ellen
reached over to Ann, and soon the two of them were twisting
their fingers in each other, with Ellen also tonguing Ann's
nipples, one after the other. In short order, both girls acheived
orgasm.
Ann was quick to bring me a washcloth to tidy up. Ellen
flushed when Ann handed her one as well. We all lay there in
the sun enjoying its warmth for an additional hour or so. I made
no move to cover up and Ann and Ellen also soaked in the sun
totally nude. I felt extraordinarily relaxed and enjoyed the
sensation of the sun all over me. I also knew that a boundary
had been crossed.
As the sun's shadows lengthened, Ellen broke the
silence and announced that she had to be getting home. She
sat up and fastened her top in place and tugged on her
bottoms. I felt her eyes examine me. "This is between the
three of us" she stated and asked. I nodded in agreement and
Ann said to Ellen that as far as Richard is concerned, she
simply spent the afternoon with Ann, that Bob had nothing to do
it. Ellen said goodbye and left.
Ann and I continued to lie next to each other in
the setting sun, both of us naked and not talking. At one point, I
turned on my side and faced Ann. I reached out to her and
started, lightly, to explore her body with my hands. I wanted to
start to learn more about her, to sense the heft of her breasts,
to feel the muscles under her belly, to explore the soft
hairlessness of her sex. Ann did not turn me away, but I didn't
sense much responsiveness from her either. Shortly thereafter
Ann announced that she was going in to shower. I asked her if
she wanted to join me that evening for a movie. The mood of
the moment had clearly passed.
That evening we went to the movies and afterwards we
went out for hamburgers. Although we both knew that
something significant had passed between us that day, that our
relationship had entered a new dimension, we really did not talk
about what had happened. For my part, the mystery of Ann had
deepened.
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