Banana Twist
by Rachel Cray
Copyright 2011, 2013 Rachel Cray
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BANANA TWIST
The team had worked hard for the last couple of
weeks. Each of them had put in an
average eighty hours a week and, at last, the final legal documents were signed,
the deal had been closed and the clients had returned stateside extremely happy
with the way everything had turned out.
Our law firm was sure they’d be back with another merger or acquisition project
pretty soon, so there was plenty to celebrate.
The clients had given a substantial sum of cash
to the support staff that had been associated with the deal and helped make it
happen - paralegals, legal secretaries, the library team, the mailroom staff
and, not least, the office manager - and now they had hit a quiet bar to spend
it. Many of the team had been too
exhausted to be there. Some of them
wanted to wait a week or two so that they could recover from the long
ordeal. But the firm’s partners had
insisted that the party should be held tonight because of other work scheduled
the following week which might spill into more evening overtime.
Alison felt a little tired. But this was an opportunity she didn’t want
to miss. She had fancied Phil, the
office manager, for months; previous chances she had had to make a move had
come to nothing. He looked tired, which
wasn’t surprising; he was less likely to resist her approach.
She turned and saw him at the end of the bar, standing
alone and cradling a half-full glass of wine in his hand. He was swaying his head gently to the beat of
the music. Her chance had finally
arrived; she felt as ready as she would ever be, and inched her way towards him,
moving slowly past the others so as not to make it too obvious to anyone.
She caught his eye. It was now or never, she decided. She’d
wanted to tell him for months, but now she put enough alcohol inside her to
stiffen her resolve, it was time for her to act. "Having a good time?" she smiled.
He grinned his reply. "Yeah.
How about you?" His head was
still moving rhythmically as he spoke.
"There's something I want to tell you, Phil." And her finger beckoned his face down towards
hers.
The music was loud, and as he bent forward he turned
and put his ear towards her.
"I love
you," she said softly, seriously.
He said nothing, but turned his face again and placed
his lips gently on hers.
She responded, pushing her tongue gently into
his mouth, searching around carefully and letting it rest tentatively against his. She had had a few drinks more than she would have
liked, and wished she had been completely sober so she could have enjoyed every
nanosecond of this moment, the moment she had longed for.
He moved away, probably more worried about being
seen by the others at the party, most of whom were his subordinates.
"Do you want to go outside?" he asked. "It's getting stuffy in here."
She smiled and nodded.
"I'll go out first, and you can follow in a
couple of minutes," he suggested. "I
don’t want us to be seen together for too long here."
He went and reached for his coat on the rack, and
moved to the door without speaking to anyone else at the party. He didn't turn round as he left; anyone who saw
him would have assumed that he would be back later that evening.
Alison waited at the bar for a moment, and then
decided to kill time by a quick visit to the toilets. There was a queue, as always, and it would take
longer than two minutes if she stayed to take her turn. So she returned to the party, where the dancing
seemed to be getting faster, and the music was getting louder. Slowly, she moved across to get her coat.
"Going already?" one of the girls asked. "It's just livening up!"
"No," Alison smiled. "I just need some fresh air outside." She put on her coat and opened the door.
Phil was some twenty yards up the road, pretending
to take an interest in the vehicles passing by.
"Let's go," he smiled when she reached him.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet, maybe. Just the two of us."
At last I've got him, she thought, putting her hand on his
arm. After
all this time....
As they walked, she recalled an erotic dream
she’d had the previous week, which had driven her to take this bold step. She was standing naked in front of him in her
bedroom, and held a banana, half-peeled, at her crotch. It was like a stiff cock, waiting for a lover
to give it fellatio. He’d knelt in front
of her and had taken it in his mouth; the symbolism had aroused her in her
sleep and, when she had woken up, her crotch was wet and she felt compelled to
bring herself to a climax. She felt a
surge of anticipation now as their time approached....
They continued walking in the dimly lit street;
he soon turned into a darker passageway, and she followed. In the shadows she felt him lean forward and kiss
her passionately on her open lips. They embraced
tightly, and a warm tingle enveloped her entire being, that same warm tingle that
she had anticipated whenever she dreamed of this moment. She had looked forward to this for so long, and
now it was finally going to happen. If he
wanted it, she resolved, she would surrender to him willingly. There and then.
He undid the top button of her coat and cupped his
hand gently over her breast. She pushed herself
hard against his hand, wanting him to feel her passion, to let him know that she
could be ready for him. His other hand was
placed lightly over the nape of her neck while their long kiss continued.
Her hand was resting on his neck and, in the narrow
gap between them, her free hand moved down inside his coat and jacket to press itself
against his warm and inviting chest, and then down, down past his navel to the hairy
tangle.
She had hoped that he would have an erection by
now; she was disappointed his hand had not wandered downwards towards her pussy,
which was now gently lubricating itself in exciting expectation. Her hand clasped his limp dick. He needs encouraging, she thought. Maybe the drink had affected him.
"Stand against the wall," she whispered. "I've got a nice surprise for you."
He obeyed, and she squatted down in front of him;
unzipping the fly on his trousers, she fished out his dick and put the tip in her
mouth, working her tongue slowly round, one way and then the other.
"Mmm...
that's good... really good,"
he said. His fingertips reached for her head
and began caressing her cheeks.
Slowly, slowly, he grew thick and hard. When she was satisfied he was big enough, she
stood up again. "Now it's my turn against
the wall," she whispered. "I want
you inside."
They changed places; she pulled down her panties,
then stepped out of one leg; lifted her skirt and parted her thighs to give him
room to slide in.
He pulled down his pants and pushed forward, but
his hardness had diminished. She reached
down to put it inside her, but it became limp again.
"Never mind," she whispered. "You can come between my legs. We'll soon get you worked up again."
She rubbed his dry tip against her moist clit, and
pushed herself tight against him, closing her legs so that his dick was trapped
at the entrance to her pussy. She felt him
lodged next to her; if only she only could get him bigger again... she jerked her pelvis back and forth, and he soon
followed with the same rhythm. But after
a minute, his limp dick flopped out. He tried
rubbing it against her clit and, whilst it gave her a delicious tease, it just wouldn't
grow again.
It was no use, she decided. He was tired, and he'd had far too much to drink
already.
"Sorry," he said. "Let's go back to my place. It isn't far."
She replaced her underwear while he pulled up his
pants, and they walked off in silence together for another three blocks to his apartment.
At last they reached his home; he unlocked the door
and gestured her in. He took her coat, and
hung it up next to his in the lobby.
"Can I fix you a drink?" he asked.
"I think we've had enough already, don't you?"
He smiled.
"Straight to the bedroom, then..." he held out his arm, pointing
the way.
She kicked off her shoes and removed her clothes,
dumping them on a chair next to the double bed.
She heard him use the bathroom and, by the time he emerged, she was sitting
up in bed, displaying her breasts.
He came in, stripped and joined her in bed. His hands went straight to her breasts.
She giggled mischievously, reaching down for his
balls and dick.
They kissed for a few moments; he withdrew his tongue
from her mouth as she fought back with hers, feeling her way past his lips and onwards
towards his throat. She broke loose, and
went down inside the sheets to suck his cock.
And still she couldn't get it to grow. This guy
is tired and just can't take his drink, she thought. She fondled his balls, hoping this would stir
his attention, but to no avail. They'd have
to talk about it, she decided. She went up
to face him again.
He had fallen asleep. She could hardly believe it. "Phil!" she called. "Wake up!" But he didn't move. Is this
a wind-up? she wondered. Is he kidding me?
She lay facing him for a few moments, her arm propped
up on her elbow. No, she decided. He had really fallen asleep.
Then she remembered all the hours they’d put in
at the office the last few weeks. Phil
had certainly put in even more hours than most of them. All it needed was a few drinks in his belly and
everything would suddenly catch up with him.
He’d come crashing to a full stop.
And here he was, flat out on his bed.
His body was hers for the taking - but his brain wasn’t at home tonight.
Well, I want him, and I'm
damn well going to have him, one way or another, she told herself. She reached for his dick again, and wondered whether
it would be possible to jerk off a man while he was still sleeping. If she could do that to him, that would at least
be something. She made a mental note to consult
Wikipedia on the Internet to see if there was any advice on the subject. She chuckled to herself and, for a short while,
she fantasised about getting him to come over her breasts. She decided that she wouldn't get too much pleasure
from it.
He still wasn't moving. She pushed
his legs together, and climbed on top of him, her legs apart, and grabbed his dick
again between thumb and forefinger - not gently, this time - and rubbed it up and
down against her clit as she rocked back and forward. At least if he can't get to come, I'm going to,
she thought. And I'm going to take my time
about it. No rush. Let's take it nice and easy. She continued to push it up and down, occasionally
poking it in her vagina entrance to give herself an extra little tease.
And all the time, he didn't stir. It was as if he were comatose, but now he began
to snore softly. Boy, if he knew what he's missing, she thought.
She was getting herself really moist now, and the
end couldn't be too far off. She thought
about going down again to suck him, to see if anything happened, but she didn't
want to interrupt the exciting advance of her approaching climax.
I'm in charge here, she told herself. I can have
as many orgasms as I want....
She came in a blistering cascade of yellows and
reds as she squeezed her eyes shut. She moaned
softly in delight as it went through her.
And still he remained undisturbed.
She got up, found a bottle of whisky and a glass
on a shelf in his living room, and poured herself a drink. Then she returned to the bedroom, ready for a
second orgasm. Looking at his motionless
body, laying on his back with his mouth half open, she contemplated what she could
do next.
She turned him over on to his stomach, very slowly,
careful not to wake him up. Sitting astride
his buttocks, she wished her clit was bigger, big enough to have crawled into his
ass crack, so she could simulate fucking.
She remembered seeing a jelly double-dildo in a sex shop recently, a sex
toy used by lesbians. If she had had
one, she could put the end up his asshole and the other end up inside
here. Now, when she was fixing herself that
drink, she had seen a fruit bowl containing a couple of bananas. Could a banana make an effective
substitute...?
She climbed off the bed, went back to pick one of
the fruit, and returned to stick the stalk end of the banana in his asshole. She clambered back on the bed and lowered herself
slowly on to the other end of the banana, allowing it to take time to glide gently
into her moist, open pussy. This was as near
as she was ever going to get to giving him anal sex. She managed to gently slide the banana a couple
of inches inside her, but she had to hold the other end in place in his ass as she
started to grind into him. With one finger of her free hand she was rubbing
her clit. She had never fucked a man this
way before, and it was good.
He groaned. Was he waking up? No. He didn’t stir. She continued pushing relentlessly, oblivious
to his condition. He'd still be too drunk
to do anything if he woke.
Suddenly, without any warning, she climaxed. The tremor wasn't as great as the first time,
but it was nonetheless very, very satisfying.
Leaving the banana in place up his asshole, she pulled herself away and got
dressed.
The evening hadn't turned out the way she expected
it to, or wanted it to, but she made a mental note to start thinking about nice
things she could do if she ever found herself in this situation again. The possibilities were endless. And falling asleep next to him wasn't an
option.
She quickly drained the glass of whisky, went to
the bathroom to pee and freshen up, and collected her bag. She slammed the door behind her as she left, hoping
the noise would wake him up and make him feel his banana.
She’d have some explaining to do the next day
when she saw Phil at the office. But,
then again, maybe not....
THE END
