Chapter 9: Pushing Boundaries
Another shift finished at the Clocktower. Tonight, Harriet was meeting Matt after work for a few drinks with their friends.
She was already dressed in tight black jeans and a white silk blouse that clung to her curves. She had pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, revealing the elegant line of her neck.
As she sipped her drink, Harriet couldn't shake the feeling that something was off tonight. It wasn't just Matt's preoccupation with work; there was something deeper weighing on his mind. But she pushed the thought aside, anxious to spend time with him after a busy few weeks.
As she waited for Matt to arrive, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The air felt heavy and oppressive, as if a storm were brewing.
When he finally arrived, Harriet greeted him with a warm smile and a kiss on the lips. "Hi baby," she said softly, taking his hand in hers. "It's good to see you." Yet even as she spoke the words, Harriet could feel her heart beginning to race with unease.
Matt smiled and took a sip of his drink, but Harriet could sense that he was distracted. She wondered what could be on his mind.
As their friends arrived and they settled in at a table near the bar. It started to get busy with the hustle and bustle of the Saturday night crowds.
The lights dimmed, the music got louder and the bar was full of loud chatter. Harriet was glad to have a night off and was determined to have a good time. Matt began to loosen up and sat and chatted with his friend, Joe. They were deep in conversation about a house renovation project they were working on.
Harriet noticed that Matt's mind was elsewhere and she excused herself to use the bathroom. As she made her way through the crowd, she saw a familiar face.
It was Tommy, the man she had cheated on Matt with only a few nights ago. He was sitting at the bar, sipping on a drink and chatting with some friends. He still looked just as handsome and charming as he did the night they met. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of what she had done with him only a few days ago.
Harriet took a deep breath and approached Tommy, trying to play it cool despite her racing heart.
"Hey, Tommy," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "What are you doing here?"
Tommy looked up and smiled when he saw her. "I couldn't resist coming back after that night we had together," he said with a sly grin.
Harriet felt a sudden flush of heat rise to her cheeks. She tried to play it cool, but she could feel the warmth creeping up her neck and into her face. She felt like a teenager with a crush, trying to pretend that she was above it all.
Tommy placed his hand on top of hers and smiled at her. "I've been thinking about you all week," he said softly.
"Oh, really?" Harriet responded, feigning indifference but secretly thrilled by the attention.
"Yeah," Tommy said with a sly grin. "Can I get you a drink?", He added, confidently.
Harriet felt a thrill run through her body at the thought of being with him again. "I'm here with my boyfriend", she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "But maybe we could hang out sometime?"
Tommy laughed and came closer, his eyes locked on hers. "I'd love that" he said, before leaning in to kiss her. As their lips met, Harriet felt a rush of excitement. Matt was on the other side of the room, if he looked up he'd see them. She felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her as she stood there, unsure of what to do.
Her heart was racing with excitement, but she felt guilty and ashamed at the same time. She looked up at Matt, who was still deep in conversation with Joe.
He seemed content, relaxed even. She felt a surge of guilt and unease at the thought of what she had done with Tommy earlier that week. Her heart was racing with excitement at the thought of being with him again, but she knew that it was wrong.
She had a boyfriend, Matt, who loved her and trusted her. But Tommy's eyes were locked on hers, his lips parted slightly in anticipation of their next kiss.
A look of pure desire was etched upon his face, and Harriet felt a wave of pleasure course through her body at the thought of being with him once again. Their lips met in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing together.
Harriet felt her body tingle with pleasure as Tommy's hand slid down her back, cupping her bottom. She could feel his arousal pressed against her hip as they continued to kiss.
Tommy's hand moved up her thigh, pushing underneath her skirt. He slid his fingers between her legs, feeling the wetness that had accumulated there from earlier in the night. Harriet felt herself become increasingly aroused as Tommy's fingers teased and caressed her intimately.
She knew that she should pull away, but she couldn't help herself. The desire and lust coursing through her body was too strong to resist. As they kissed and touched each other, Harriet could hear the music around them fade into the background. All that mattered were Tommy's lips on hers, his hands on her body, and their raging passion for one another.
They stood there in the crowded bar, their bodies entwined, lost in a world of their own making. Tommy's hand found his way inside the front of her jeans. This was too much, Matt, their friends or someone she worked with could see them at any moment. It was too public. They were in a crowded bar, with people all around them. Harriet pulled away from Tommy, her heart racing as she tried to catch her breath.
"I can't do this," Harriet whispered, looking around nervously. "Matt is right over there" she said, pointing to where Matt and his friend were sitting.
Tommy's eyes followed her gesture and he looked over at Matt. "I see," he said, his voice dripping with seduction.
"We can't do this here." Harriet said, her heart racing as she tried to pull away from him.
Tommy didn't move, instead he leaned in closer to her and whispered hotly into her ear "We can always find a way. And trust me, Harriet, it'll be worth the risk."
Harriet shuddered at the thought of being with him again. She felt a rush of excitement, she could feel him radiating sexual energy, drawing her closer even as she tried to resist. Harriet couldn't help but stare at him,
the way he carried himself, the confidence in his stare, it was intoxicating. She waited for him to take the lead, she was ready. For what? She didn't know. But her head was fuzzy with drink and sexual energy.
Her body felt like it was alive with sensation, her hips and belly tightening in anticipation.
Harriet knew she should leave him, that this was a mistake. But the desire pulsing through her veins was too strong to resist. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his once more, feeling as though they were on fire.
Tommy's hands gripped her waist, pulling her body closer to his as they kissed. She could feel the rhythm of their tongues as they danced together, a thrilling sensation that coursed through her veins.
Harriet couldn't believe what was happening, she felt like a teenager with a crush.
She had never felt like this before, the desire and lust coursing through her body was overwhelming.
Tommy's hand found its way under Harriet's shirt, caressing her underwear-covered skin. The risk of getting caught, amplifying her desire, and a surge of excitement rushed through her body. Tommy's hand moved underneath her bra as Harriet moaned softly, pushing herself further against him. She could feel the heat building in her hips and belly as they swayed together to the music.
"I'm going to fuck you right here" Tommy whispered as he shifted his hand inside her jeans. She couldn't believe what was happening, her mind was racing with excitement and fear. She wanted to say no, but she couldn't stop her body from responding to his touch. They were in a crowded bar, people all around them, anyone could see anything at any moment. Matt could see her at any moment. But she didn't care, the desire between them was too strong to resist.
She closed her eyes as he slipped his fingers inside of her, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her body. She could hear the music playing in the background, but it seemed distant and unimportant next to the sensations coursing through her body.
Harriet shuddered with pleasure, feeling his fingers probing her wetness. She could feel him pressing against the front of her jeans, his arousal evident through the fabric.
Tommy pulled away from her lips, his eyes scanning the room before returning to hers. "I can feel how much you want this," he whispered huskily, reaching out and trailing his fingers lightly down her cheek.
"I can feel your desire for me."
Harriet felt a shiver run down her spine at his words.
"You're mine tonight, Harriet," he said, his voice low and husky. "And I'm going to make sure you know it."
Harriet felt her heart racing as she looked into Tommy's eyes. The desire between them was palpable, and she couldn't deny how much she wanted him. But what about Matt? What would happen if they were caught doing something so reckless?
Tommy grinned down at Harriet, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the bathroom. They headed away from prying eyes.
"I don't know about this," Harriet whispered as they approached the door.
Tommy squeezed her hand reassuringly and grinned mischievously.
"It'll be worth it," He said, his voice low and husky.
Harriet hesitated for a moment longer, unsure of what she was getting herself into.
But the desire between them was too strong to resist, and she couldn't help but follow Tommy into the bathroom.
As soon as they were inside, Harriet felt a wave of relief wash over her. They were alone now, with no one to see or hear what they did next.
Tommy's hand found the zipper on her jeans, slowly working it down. Harriet felt a rush of excitement as he leaned in and kissed her neck. His hands travelled up her body, caressing every curve and dip until they reached the clasp of her bra. She stopped him.
"Leave that on, we have to be quick" Harriet pleaded with him.
Tommy's eyes flickered between her lips and the zipper in her jeans, his desire palpable. With a quick movement he pulled her jeans down, over her hips, exposing her little red panties. A wet patch betraying her desire.
He turned her around and bent her over the sink. They could both see each other in the mirror, eyes glazed with lust.
Tommy's hand slipped inside her panties, his fingers caressing her wetness as he leaned in to kiss her neck. Harriet moaned softly, feeling the heat building between her legs as he fingered her. She could feel the coldness of the ceramic sink against her skin as she felt him push her panties aside, she knew what he wanted.
"Please, please don't stop," she whispered. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it along her slit. She was slick with desire.
Her heart was racing and her body was on fire as he entered her with one swift movement. She felt him fill her inch by inch, she could hear his breathing, shallow and quick as he pumped in and out of her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Tommy said as he ground against Harriet's ass, driving himself deeper into her.
Harriet sighed with pleasure, her hips rocking back against him. She could feel his hands gripping her waist tightly as he pumped into her faster and faster.
She could hear the sound of their breaths mixing together, he was close to climax. Tommy's hands slid up and down her back as she held onto the sink for support.
She could feel the pressure building inside of her, and she knew they didn't have much time left.
She moaned softly as he thrust into her, his body pressed against hers.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment.
Tommy's breathing grew heavy as he moved faster and faster, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through Harriet's body. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her muscles tightening with each thrust. Harriet felt the waves of pleasure wash over her, as she clung to the sink for support.
Tommy felt Harriet's body tense up as he continued to thrust Inside of her, his pace quickening with each passing moment, her pussy flooding with juices that made a wet slap with each thrust. As they went on, Harriet's moans slowly turned into muffled cries, the sound of her restraint audible above the sound of Tommy's thrusts. But just as things were about to reach their peak, a sudden knock on the door brought her back to reality.
Matt's voice called out, "Harriet? Are you in there?" Harriet cursed under her breath, feeling Tommy slowing his thrusts. He was still teasing her, pushing his full length in and out in long, agonizing, slow strokes. She could feel him buried deep inside her, his hands gripping her hips, his lips brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Tommy? What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. Tommy didn't answer, but continued to push into her, driving her to the edge of orgasm. She could feel the walls of her pussy clenching around him, urging him to fill her with his warm spunk. "Oh, Tommy," Harriet moaned. "Please..." But Tommy hesitated, prolonging their pleasure even further.
"I'll be out in a second baby, just on a call," Harriet responded through the door.
Tommy was still deep inside of her, teasing her pussy with long, slow strokes. He wanted more than anything to start fucking her hard so she couldn't hide her screams. He didn't care who would hear them, or what it would mean for their secret relationship. All he cared about was making her come, over and over again.
"Okay, I'll get you a drink" Matt shouted back trough the door before walking away.
Tommy panted heavily, still buried deep inside Harriet. He knew they couldn't stay in there much longer, Matt could come back at any moment. He groaned, feeling her pulsing around him, the pressure building up inside of her. He wanted to stay inside of her, feeling her body quiver around him, the waves of pleasure washing over him. Harriet moaned, her head thrown back as Tommy moved inside of her, her body responding to his every thrust.
"Tommy... please, don't stop."
"Do you want me to cum inside?" Tommy asked her, his voice low and husky. Harriet felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of him filling her up with his cum. The thought of him filling her up made her heart raced with excitement. She gasped slightly as he moved his hips faster, the friction between their bodies increasing. She could feel the pressure building inside of her, and she knew they didn't have much time left.
Harriet closed her eyes, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over her as Tommy's thrusts grew more erratic. She could feel the walls of her vagina tightening around him, and she knew they were getting close to the edge. Her body tensed up, and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs as she climaxed.
"Do you want me to cum inside?" Tommy asked her again. He could feel her body tense up even more at the thought of him cumming inside her. Harriet let out a faint moan, unable to respond. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her muscles tightening with every stroke Tommy made.
"Cum in my mouth" she managed, through laboured breaths.
Tommy gasped as her words hit him, his heart pounding with excitement. He pulled out and flipped Harriet around, then lowered to her knees. She looked up at him through heavy eyelids, her body still shaking from the intensity of their encounter. Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head up, arching his hips forward to position his cock at her lips.
Harriet parted them, allowing him in as he pushed against the back of her throat with each thrust. Tommy's balls felt heavy as he fast approached his own climax, the muscles in his thighs trembling with tension. He pushed harder in and out of her mouth as she felt him reach the peak Harriet's removed his cock and aimed it at her waiting mouth, fingers tightening around him as she pumped his swollen member. Tommy wanted to warn her how big the load was going to be, he didn't know how she'd take it all.
He didn't want to scare her or make her feel uncomfortable, but he knew deep inside that it was going to be a messy one. Harriet could feel the pressure building up in her hand as Tommy started to get closer and closer to climaxing.
As Tommy's orgasm reached its peak, Harriet gripped onto him tightly, trying to milk every last second of pleasure from his release. With each thrust, she could feel his excitement building, his body tensing with each movement. She could feel the heat of his skin, the rhythmic pulse of his heart, and the warmth of his cum building inside of him. Without warning, Tommy let out a loud groan, his release flooding Harriet's mouth.
Harriet felt Tommy's cock pulsing, throbbing in her hand as he reached his climax. She felt every spasm and contraction of his muscles as the first glob of semen hit her face, warm and sticky. She braced herself for each drop, trying to catch it in her mouth, but Tommy was coming too hard and too fast for that. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh, feeling the warmth of his release as it splattered on her face. She closed her eyes and savored the taste, the salty, musky flavor of his semen. She could feel the warmth of it as it dripped down her cheeks and chin.
Harriet loved the feeling of being in control, of having this kind of power over a man like Tommy. And the look on his face, she could see it from the corner of her eye, the pure ecstasy and pleasure. She loved the way his eyes begged her for more, the way he would do anything to make her happy, to make her come, to make her smile.
As Tommy's orgasm subsided, he felt a sense of relaxation wash over him. His body was still tense, his muscles still twitching as he recovered from his most intense orgasm yet. Harriet sat up, smiling at him as she wiped some of his semen from her face. "That was incredible," she said, her voice husky. Tommy nodded, too exhausted to speak. He felt as though he had just run a marathon, his body aching from the intensity of his release.
"Well, I think we need to get going." Harriet exclaimed as she stood up. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze. Her face was slick with cum, her cheeks were flushed, her hair was a mess and matted with some drops of cum, and she could feel the sticky remains of their encounter between her legs. She had told Matt she'd gone to take a phone call, how could she explain this?
Harriet felt a pang of guilt, mixed with that feeling of being alive and in control. Tommy was helping her fly away from Matt's reach, making the consequences unimaginable, but at the same time he made her feel alive again. She felt like she was on top of the world. She cleaned up as well as she could. Wiping the evidence from her face. But looking closely at her hair, or the drops of cum on her shirt and jeans and Matt would know.
But then her confidence returned. She would wrap Matt around her finger and stop him from asking any questions. She might have to seduce him to distract his suspicions.
Harriet leaned in and whispered in Tommy's ear, "I have a plan to make this work. But I need your help," she said with a sly smile. He nodded without hesitation.
They made their way out of the bathroom and back into the dimly lit bar. Harriet couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her as she sat down at her table, trying to act like nothing had happened.
She casually brushed some lint off of Matt's shirt and took a sip of her drink, all the while keeping an eye on Tommy across the room. She couldn't help but feel a tad bit of satisfaction at the way his eyes seemed to constantly find their way back to her, even as he chatted with his friends.
But, for now, Matt was her concern. She needed to make him feel like he was the only one. She needed to pacify him and take away any suspicion.
She couldn't let him know what she had just done to that boy in the bathroom. She felt a pang of guilt but, at the same time, was riding high on the thrill of her encounter with Tommy.
Harriet leaned in close to Matt and whispered in his ear, "Hey babe, you want another drink? I'll go get it for you." She stood up and walked over to the bar, her hips swaying with each step.
"Hey, Harriet," he said, as she leaned in to order a drink. She could feel Matt's eyes on her back the whole time. "Everything okay?"
Harriet turned back around and flashed him a smile.
She returned with the drinks, Matt quickly asked her about the boy she spoke to at the bar.
"Who was that?" He questioned.
Harriet took a sip of his drink and licked her lips before answering. "Oh, just some guy I met while working here," she said with a casual shrug.
"Why?"
Matt's eyebrows furrowed in suspicion, and Harriet could see the wheels turning in his head. She knew that he was onto her, but she needed to buy some time.
"Just a friend," Harriet lied, taking another sip of her drink and avoiding eye contact with Matt.
She could feel his suspicion growing, but she was confident that she could distract him. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I have a surprise for you. But you have to trust me." He nodded without hesitation, his eyes shining with excitement. She led him by the hand to the middle of the dancefloor. It was packed with bodies and she pressed herself up against him.
She could feel his heart beating fast, and she knew the feeling all too well. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Don't stop," he groaned in her ear, his voice barely above a whisper.
Harriet felt his hips bucking against her hand, his excitement palpable.
She knew she had him in her grasp, and she loved every moment of it.
"You're so fucking amazing," Matt whispered, his breath hot on her ear.
Harriet could feel his cock twitching in her hand as she pumped it, increasing the pace of her strokes. She undid her the button of her jeans, opening them enough to pull her panties away from her sticky pussy, giving Matt and unobscured view.
"Oh my god, you are so wet," Matt said in awe.
"Stroke it for me" she whispered to him, releasing his cock. He took it in hand and began pumping, aiming it at her exposed pussy while she help held panties open for him. She wanted him to cum in them, to hide her infidelity. She would turn it into a game, using seduction to distract him.
She would occupy his senses, take control of him sexually. She would use seduction and sex to keep Matt under her spell.
"I want you to cum in my panties" she whispered in Matt's ear as he stroked his cock. Matt nodded eagerly, releasing a thick glob of precum onto her panties as he stroked his cock faster.
Harriet could sense his climax building he was going to cum for her, into her panties, surrounded by people. It was wild, erotic and dangerous. Matt grunted and exploded with an intense orgasm, his seed painting her panties with pleasure as she moaned in ecstasy. Harriet could feel the warmth of his release spreading through her panties, soaking them completely.
She closed her eyes and savoured the moment, feeling a sense of power and control. Matt was hers, completely under her spell.
She had succeeded in concealing the evidence of her transgression. Tommy had been the perfect distraction, and now Harriet felt like she was on top of the world. She reveled in her power over Matt, basking in his adoration and need for her.
He was completely under her spell. She felt alive and in control.
As they left the bar together, Matt asked about the guy Harriet had met earlier in the bathroom, but she quickly changed the subject.
They walked along the dark and deserted streets, hand in hand. Matt seemed preoccupied with something, but Harriet couldn't quite put her finger on it.
As they approached their house, Harriet felt a sudden urge to change plans. She pulled Matt off the path and led him between two houses
She pressed him up against the wall.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked, trying to push her away. Harriet could feel the fear in his voice and it only turned her on more.
She grabbed onto his hips with one hand and used the other to tear open a button on his pants.
Matt's breath caught in his throat as she stroked the hard length of him, already rock hard. Harriet felt like she was high on this power and control.
"What are you doing?" Matt asked, trying to pull away from her grasp. She could see the fear in his eyes but it only made her feel more alive. Harriet slid her hand under Matt's shirt, feeling the warmth of his bare skin beneath her fingers. Her nails grazed along his rib cage, making him shutter with pleasure. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "You know you want me, Matt."
He nodded, his eyes locked on hers. He knew that he had no control over himself when it came to Harriet. She was always seducing him, always finding ways to distract him from any suspicion or questions he might have about her secret life.
Harriet moved her panties to the side, the were already saturated with cum, and positioned his cock at her entrance and let out a soft moan as she felt him pressing against her wetness.
She could hear him breathing heavily as she slowly began to lower herself onto his cock.
As she did, Matt grabbed her hips and thrust upwards, burying himself deep inside of her in one smooth motion. Harriet moaned louder this time as they both felt the sensation of their bodies joining together like this for the first time since they moved in.
"Oh god, you feel so good," Matt whispered as he pulled out and then pushed back into Harriet once again.
She could feel his hips thrusting against her, the motion sending waves of pleasure through her body. She took charge, pushing a hand on his chest mashing her hips into his. She was going to take what she wanted. She increased her thrusts staring him in the eyes.
"You like that Matt?" she whispered seductively. She felt his cock swell in her hand, and she knew he was close to cumming again.
Matt nodded quickly, unable to speak as Harriet continued to ride him hard.
Closed eyes, feeling completely under her spell. Furiously rode Matt, taking control of lovemaking in a way never before possible. Her hips grinding against him in a primal dance. Harriet grips Matt tightly, her hands digging into his flesh, as she works him to the edge of ecstasy. Matt's heart races as Harriet rides him, every thrust driving him closer to the release he has been longing for. He can feel her every move, every pulse, every breath, every emotion.
He is lost in her, engulfed by her, consumed by her presence. She controls him with every touch and every kiss, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy before pulling away and leaving him hanging on the precipice.
Matt can't even catch his breath, let alone speak as he feels himself being swept away by her power.
Harriet grinds against him harder and faster, driving him wild with desire. She takes what she wants and leaves him begging for more.
"Cum for me" Harriet whispered, clenching her muscles around Matt's cock as he reached his climax. She felt his release flood her body, a rush of pleasure and power that left her gasping for air.
She rode out the wave of ecstasy, clenching her muscles tightly around his cock as he continued to pump into her.
Finally, she collapsed onto him, their chests heaving in unison. Matt's face was flushed with pleasure and adoration as he looked down at Harriet. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely.