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My mother and I had always been close and shared a love of the outdoors that allowed us to experience numerous outdoor activities together. Right now we were camping beside a large lake during the spring break of my senior year of high school. The usual warm spring had taken a turn to unusually colder weather and the cool air coming off the lake wasn’t helping. Mom and I were both bundled up and huddled together for warmth by the fire after dinner. I was sitting with my back against a log with mom snuggled in my arms as she sat between my legs.

Mom was bundled up in a puffy coat, gloves, and a beanie that made her look adorable. The coat covered her E-cup breasts along with her lovely hourglass figure. I had always admired Mom’s full figure and had tried to find girls my own age just like her, but had constantly failed. The result of being unable to find a girl as perfect and beautiful as my mother was that I had not dated much and instead threw myself into athletic pursuits and my grades. The upside to this was I had developed a trim and tight physique that was apparently admired by numerous girls and some older women whom I had no interest in, but also I had been able to secure a full athletic scholarship and had already been head-hunted by a law firm after my ACT and SAT scores practically guaranteed a swift acceptance into law or business school after college. This camping trip was as much a celebration of my future as it was my mom’s and my first chance to get away from our suburban home this year.

Mom sighed as she leaned back into me and stifled a yawn, as she said “I wish it wasn’t so cold out. I’d love to go for a swim in the lake.”

I chuckled as I replied, “Sure, Mom, I doubt there’s too much ice on the surface if you wanted to try.”

Mom shook her head, as she complained, “I’m sorry, honey, I know you were looking forward to swimming too. I guess you’ll have to wait a little longer. I always love watching you swim. You glide like a fish in the water. I was just looking forward to a cool relaxing dip in the lake, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t handle that cold water. And I don’t want you getting hypothermia or pneumonia, so don’t you go trying either.”

I placed a kiss on her cheek, as I assured her, “Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t. It’s cold enough on dry land. There’s no telling how cold that lake is. It’s not like Hawaii.”

Mom moaned as she remembered our trip last December. Even in winter, the island had been amazingly warm. Both of us silently remembered the fun we had. From skinny dipping in the hot springs, showering under natural waterfalls, and of course the ocean, we had enjoyed ourselves immensely. Both of us had taken great pleasure in sneaking glances at the other’s naked bodies or admiring the way our wet swimsuits showed off our physiques. Both of us had to take some personal time to relieve our pent-up tension after admiring the other’s body.

Amazingly neither of us suspected the other felt the same way and both of us simply carried on without knowing how much both of us lusted after the other. Sitting in each other’s arms with Mom between my legs in front of a roaring bonfire overlooking a large lake was amazingly romantic and intimate. Both of us were as happy to be here together. I rested my chin on her shoulder and leaned my head against hers as we both enjoyed the silence.

I was imagining Mom’s amazing figure barely covered by her skimpy bikini that she wore in Hawaii. I tried not to think about how amazingly sexy she looked completely naked and dripping wet from the hot spring or after showering under the waterfall. The last thing I wanted was to get an erection right now. Not only would Mom likely feel it, but I would have to wait until we got home in two days to relieve any sexual tension. Getting blue balls right now might actually prove fatal.

Brenda sighed as she thought of watching her handsome and athletic son swimming in his usual swim team briefs that barely covered his obviously large package and tight young ass. She had spent numerous hours admiring her son’s athletic body and numerous personal moments masturbating furiously to the memory. The trip to Hawaii had been close to torture for her. Seeing her handsome son showering naked beside her under a waterfall and skinny dipping with her in the hot springs had made her pussy practically free-flowing with juices. She tried her best not to moan as she thought of all the times she had admired her son’s big cock. Even when her son’s cock wasn’t hard, it was still a sight to behold. The first time Brenda had seen her son’s cock fully erect she had to rush off to masturbate until she orgasmed twice before she could think about anything else. How she had longed to drop to her knees and suck his big cock or climb on top of him and ride him until they both orgasmed. She squeezed her thighs together, fantasizing about how that big hard cock would feel as it stretched her pussy with its sheer girth. Brenda sighed, knowing that her incestuous fantasies of her son were kaman escort destined to stay unfulfilled.

What made Brenda so agonizingly horny was the ease at which both of them could act around each other without shame or embarrassment. Neither felt the slightest insecurity or shyness from being naked in the other’s presence. The ease that mother and son felt for each other had always kept them close. The fact that Brenda had been comparing other men to her handsome son and finding everyone else wanting, had secured her single status. When her son was younger, Brenda hadn’t felt comfortable with dating or bringing any men around her son. Telling herself to simply concentrate on being a good mother and raising her son had focused her and allowed her to ignore any romantic needs or desires she had. Even after her son had grown up into the handsome and intelligent young man he was, Brenda couldn’t bring herself to date anyone else. Realizing that her son was the only man she wanted had come as a shock to her. Her constant yearning for her son had led her to barely look at any other man.

Mom and I continued to cuddle and speak about random topics for another 30 minutes before deciding to go to sleep. We entered our tent and began preparing to enter our separate sleeping bags. We shed our outer garments and shoes, before climbing into our sleeping bags and turning off our lamp. It was very cold and I was unable to get warm enough to fall asleep or get comfortable. I could hear Mom’s frustrated sighs and quiet movements as she too was unable to fall asleep. I was trying to decide how we could warm up but was coming up with nothing.

After several more minutes, I heard Mom ask through chattering teeth, “Sweetheart, are you still awake?”

Hating knowing that my beautiful mother was so cold and deciding on a plan of action, I said, “Come over here, Mom, we need to sleep together tonight to stay warm.”

Mom immediately unzipped her sleeping bag as I opened mine and welcomed her in next to me. Mom draped her sleeping bag over us both as I zipped us inside my sleeping bag. We then quickly wrapped our arms around each other, intertwined our legs, and pressed our bodies against each other. We both sighed as our combined body heat quickly made us more comfortable. I placed a kiss on mom’s cheek and she did the same to me as she then buried her face in the crook of my neck.

After several minutes I felt my cock growing hard but knew that I would be unable to do anything about it and just hoped Mom wouldn’t notice before we fell asleep. Mom pressed herself against my body and seemed to grind herself against me making my hard cock throb painfully. I tried to gently stroke and caress Mom’s back to ease her to sleep, but she seemed to be unable to fall asleep. She wasn’t complaining and I was feeling comfortably warm, so I doubted she was still too cold. I could feel her large breasts and very hard nipples against my chest, which certainly didn’t help my erection problem.

Brenda was coming unglued against her strong son’s body. She could feel her pussy tingling and practically free-flowing with juices at the thought of sleeping wrapped in her son’s arms and snuggling so intimately against his body. She was perfectly warm now but was unable to turn off her dirty mind and relax enough to fall asleep. Feeling her son gently stroke her back and hugging her to his body also wasn’t helping her current state of arousal. She trailed her nose and cheek against her son’s neck and enjoyed the intimacy of their predicament, but suddenly stopped all her movements as she felt the most amazing feeling in the world. Brenda held back a moan of pure lust and desire as she felt her son’s big hard cock slowly coming to full attention against her stomach. Brenda let out a shaky breath as she considered her options.

I was wracking my brain to think of any way out of my current state of extreme arousal, as I suddenly heard Mom ask, “Sweetheart, is something poking me?”

I felt flush, as I answered, “Yeah, sorry, Mom. It’s just the sudden warmth and having you so tight against me. I’m sorry for making this weird.”

Brenda felt her mouth water and pussy tingle at the thought of not only was her son fully erect and having his big hard cock pressed against her body but that he freely acknowledged that she was in fact making him hard. Trying to speak clearly without letting on how turned on she was, Brenda finally said, “No, it’s fine, honey. I understand. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re right, it’s probably just the warmth and intimacy of our position. I’m not uncomfortable and you shouldn’t be either.”

Brenda then placed a tender kiss on her son’s neck before trying to relax into his arms and ignore the throbbing cock that was always center stage in her incestuous sexual fantasies. Unconsciously, Brenda found herself pressing her body against her son’s hard cock and grinding against the massive object as she let out a shaky breath.

Mom kapaklı escort was killing me. Her small movements against my hard cock and her continued attempts to get comfortable were causing my very hard cock to be sandwiched between our bodies. Plus having mom’s hard nipples poking against my chest wasn’t helping my intense arousal either. I continued to attempt to soothe and comfort Mom with my gentle rubbing hands on her back, but couldn’t get her to fall asleep.

Mom suddenly moaned softly against my neck and her hips bucked slightly. I pulled her tightly against my body and tried to soothe her with more gentle back rubs and a kiss on her head. But I was shocked and amazed when I suddenly felt Mom’s hand trail between our bodies and wrap itself around my very hard cock. I moaned uncontrollably as I heard and felt Mom moaning against my neck. Mom gently squeezed my hard cock and seemed to be trailing her fingers over my entire length as she explored my stiff member.

Deciding turnabout was fair play, I trailed my hand down her back and into her panties as I groped her ass. My other hand slipped between us and gently massaged her large breasts. Mom moaned against my neck and ground herself into my hands and against my hard cock. I moaned softly as I began grinding my hard cock back against her as I began trailing kisses over her head. I felt Mom trailing kisses up my neck and knew our destination was the same. We kissed our way along each other’s head until our lips connected in a passionate kiss. We both moaned into the kiss and our passion seemed to erupt in both of us.

Brenda felt her pussy explode in wanton desire as she kissed her handsome son and they actively groped each other’s bodies. As if on cue, mother and son let go of each other’s bodies and began removing their clothes in a frenzy. Without conscious thought, she pulled her naked son on top of her own naked body and wrapped her legs around his waist. Brenda wrapped her arms around her son’s muscles torso and had a brief flaring of astonishment at the way his tight muscles felt under her touch before all other thoughts were extinguished from her mind as she felt her son’s very hard cock teasing her pussy.

Brenda moaned in pleasure and desire as she arched her back and ground herself against her son like some kind of horny teenage girl. She felt her pussy tingle with the knowledge of the incest that was about to occur. Feeling elated and overwhelmingly aroused that her desire for her son sexually was about to be achieved, she clung to her son as she felt him teasing her pussy lips with his very hard cock head. Unable to stand it any longer, Brenda finally pleaded, “Sweetheart, stop teasing me. I wanted you for so long and have waited long enough. Now shove your hard cock in mommy’s cunt and fuck me deep and hard.”

I smiled down at her as I slowly slid my hard cock into her wet pussy. Mom moaned as I continued to press forward until I bottomed out deep inside her. Mom tightened the grip of her arms around my torso and her legs around my waist as she arched her back, ground into me, and moaned in pleasure. Remembering her pleas for a deep and hard fuck, I positioned my legs and arms to give me the proper support I was about to use to fuck my beautiful mother until she cried out in orgasm.

As mom tightened her grip on me, I began to set a punishing pace of fucking my mother. I was withdrawing my hard cock from her pussy until only my cock head remained inside her, then I would drive forward plunging my hard cock deep inside her. Mom was moaning in pleasure and her pussy was free-flowing with juices. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my hard cock. She was so tight that I knew my big cock was stretching her pussy, but Mom gave no indication of any discomfort at all. Her deep moans and shaking body attested to her love of the deep and hard fucking that I was giving her.

The night was perfect for our first time together. Our coupling had come together organically and we were embracing our mutual yearning for each other. The night was cold enough that we were forced to cling together for warmth and our need to hold each other close only intensified the intimacy. Mom’s and my lust and desire for each other had built to such a degree that we were prepared to ravish each other without worry about the future. The camping spot was secluded and allowed us to be as loud as we wanted without the worry of drawing any unwanted attention. The only thing that I regretted was not turning on the nearby camping lamp so I could actually see my mother’s beautiful face and sexy naked body. I smiled to myself as I made a mental note for our next coupling, but tonight I was perfectly willing to continue in darkness.

As I pounded Mom’s wet pussy, I could feel her body shaking under me from the force of my thrusts and her building pleasure. Mom was moaning loudly as she clung to me. My exertion at fucking her so roughly left me incapable of any romantic pillow talk karabağlar escort or dirty taunts. Our moans of pleasure filled the tent. We had forgotten the uncomfortable feeling of the cold weather as our heated coupling warmed us amazingly well.

Brenda had always been amazed and slightly fearful of the sheer girth and length of her son’s cock. She had often wondered if she would even be capable of being fucked by her son’s monster cock, but now that she was experiencing the ecstasy of the massive appendage, she had never felt so unbelievably full in her life. She was in heaven and the fact that her handsome and sexy son was giving her this amazing pleasure made the situation so much more enjoyable. She had never been fucked so hard and deep in her life, and she had certainly never had such a large cock inside her before. She continued to moan as she felt her pussy already beginning to signal her upcoming orgasm. She tightened her grip around her son’s torso and waist as she let herself go and submitted to her son’s brutal pounding with a sense of completeness.

She was still amazed at how quickly they had given in to their passions for each other. Neither of them had shown any reluctance or hesitation to ravish each other. As soon as Brenda had felt her son’s big hard cock pressed against her stomach the series of events had inevitably led to the incestuous sex they were now enjoying. Brenda continued to moan uncontrollably as she fantasized about finally being able to suck her son’s monster cock. Just the thought of her son’s massive member made her pussy spasm involuntarily. She had long since given up her attempts at any pillow talk right now, as her immense pleasure and uncontrollable moans made any talking impossible.

Feeling a sudden warmth blossoming in her pussy, she at first thought her son had just cum inside her, but the warm feeling spread throughout her body and caused her moans to rise in pitch. Brenda had never felt an orgasm build up like this. She felt the warmth traveling all the way from her toes to her face. Feeling her face flushed with heat caused her to wish she could voice her undying love and lust to her son. Brenda wished she could say anything to her son to fully extol her feelings and desires for him, but the sudden uncontrollable shaking of her body signaled to her that her orgasm was about to hit her hard.

I felt mom shake under me as she dug her fingers into my back. Her moans had grown into high-pitched cries of pleasure and desperation. With an ear-splitting scream, Mom suddenly went completely rigid beneath me and clung to my body with all her might. Her body then gave a violent jerk before she went completely relaxed with an adorably surprised, “Oh.”

Mom then relaxed under me and sighed in satisfaction. I slowed my powerful thrusts and now set a slow and steady pace. I never actually stopped fucking my mother, but I knew that she would need time to recover from that powerful orgasm. Even though I knew she needed a minute to collect herself, I was unwilling to stop fucking her. My new slower and more sensual pace was my way of giving her time to come down after her orgasm and also allowed me to start the slow and steady build-up to her next orgasm, one that I hoped to join her in coming.

Brenda slowly came down from her orgasm high. She smiled and moaned as she tenderly caressed her handsome son’s back and slowly ground her pussy into her son’s thrusts. Having never been fucked so roughly or completely before, she was still a little discombobulated and doubted if she would be able to form coherent sentences, much less walk without her legs shaking. But she had absolutely no desire to move out from under her son. Being beneath her son as he continued to slowly fuck her with his monster cock was the ultimate fantasy and dream for Brenda, especially since her pussy was still tingling from her recent powerful orgasm.

Sighing contentedly, Brenda finally found her voice as she said, “Sweetheart, I can’t believe how hard you made me orgasm. Your big cock is so amazing. I can feel you filling me up completely.”

I smiled hearing Mom’s description, as I said, “Your wet pussy is so hot and tight, Mom. I’m not going to stop fucking you until I’ve filled your cunt with my hot cum and I bet I can go for another orgasm after this one.”

Brenda moaned and felt tingles flow from her pussy at her son’s declaration. She gently stroked his back as she purred, “I’ve wanted to feel your hard cock and hot cum inside me for so long, sweetheart. If I’d known you wanted me like this I would have given myself to you on your 18th birthday, but we’re here now. God, you work my pussy so well. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve played with myself as I thought of moments like this. I’ve memorized every inch of your body and think about you every time I touch myself.”

I grinned wider as I replied, “There’s no need for that anymore, Mom. I’ll fuck you any time you want. Just imagine me taking you from behind as you’re bent over the kitchen counter, me on my knees licking your wet pussy while you’re on the phone as you try not to let on what’s going on, you sucking my cock before I leave in the morning for school just to get us both through our day away from each other, or us fucking like animals after we finally come home.”

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Eighty One – Laura’s Story Pt. 02

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The highly polished brass plaque contained only one word ‘Oakham’. Large stone pillars flanked the glossy black door of the Georgian building. After a deep breath to compose herself Laura pushed the ivory button situated below the brass nameplate. Seconds later a voice from the small grill asked if she could be of help. Instinctively Laura glanced up at the camera. “It’s Laura Miller, here to see Mr Weston.”

“Of course, please come in.” The friendly voice replied as the lock released with a loud click. Laura pushed open the heavy door to reveal a large reception area decorated to compliment the style of the original building. Rising from her desk the mature, attractive woman stepped forward to greet her.

“Hello, I’m Grace Edwards, Mr Weston’s assistant. He’s expecting you. I’ll show you straight through.”

“Thank you. It’s a lovely building you have here, it feels so welcoming and the décor’s terrific.”

“Isn’t it just. It’s so quiet but well situated for the city, we’re very fortunate. This way please.” Laura followed her into a long wide hallway. If the thick carpeting and wood panelling alluded to an air of opulence the original modern oil paintings confirmed it. The assistant stopped at the first door on the left, after a light knock she pushed it open before inviting Laura to enter.

“Mr Weston, Mrs Miller has arrived.” The formality between the two struck Laura as odd, so unlike her own very informal relationship with Abbie. Graham Weston screwed the cap onto his expensive looking fountain pen and carefully placed it onto the desk before rising from his chair.

“Laura, how nice to see you again so soon.” His memory had not deceived him. Even in her everyday office clothing he thought she looked as enticing as she had in the little black dress. Although not quite as heavy as that evening her perfect make up made her all the more adorable. He wondered if that was the norm or whether she had made a special effort for their meeting.

“Hello Mr Weston, what a lovely building you have here. You must be so proud of it.”

“We all like to be surrounded by objects of beauty and, so far, we’ve been in the fortunate position of being able to select from very rich pickings.” His words were accompanied by the same restrained half smile she had noticed so often during their previous meeting. “But where are my manners. May I offer you some refreshment? Tea, coffee?”

“No thank you, I’m just fine.”

“Splendid. So Andrew informs me that ‘the game is afoot’ as Sherlock would say. I’m so pleased to hear it.”

“How could we refuse?” She said, slightly unsettled, “we have everything to gain and nothing to loose, don’t you think?” Oh, he thought, the irony of her words. Such opportunities rarely presented themselves so completely; the ideal situation and the ideal subject at just the right time. The onus was then on him to benefit from those favourable circumstances. He had to take care of the details, manipulate the circumstances and incite a satisfactory outcome.

“I’m a firm believer in the old adage ‘it’s not the winning but the taking part that matters’. Personally I’d be more than happy if you were to win the shares, as long as you play a good game.”

“I think we can, that’s why I’m here.” Weston certainly hoped so.

He was used to dealing with very attractive, intelligent women but more often than not they had found him or the organization. They were women who wanted secrets turned into experiences, women who provided no opposition. What he hoped for in this situation was a challenge, a battle of the mind, body and soul.

“I understand that you’re happy with the arrangements and are here to ‘sign on the dotted line’, is that correct?” He opened the top draw of the enormous oak desk and took out a vanilla folder. Handing over the first sheet he said, “This is the basic agreement for the game. Andrew plays the game, you have to return any lost pieces and you both must stick to the rules.” He handed the sheet to Laura, unscrewed the cap from his fountain pen and offered it to her. She signed the bottom of the sheet. He hoped she hadn’t noticed the slight tremble in his hand as he took the sheet back. “And this is the agreement to sell your shares to us should you decide to resign.” Her slight hesitation and raised eyebrows conveyed her unease. “Oh don’t worry. I’ve assured Andrew and I can assure you that this is to be held by a third party and will be returned on completion of the game, win or loose.”

“It’s a lot of trust to place in somebody we hardly know.”

Weston leaned across his desk toward her, then in a neutral tone he said, “this is just our safeguard to make sure you’re not wasting our time. My research gave no indication that you two were ‘quitters’ as the Americans so crudely put it–quite the opposite in fact. But, you don’t have to do this you know, it’s up to you.”

“Oh, no, no. It’s fine, really.” He smiled as she placed her signature on the bottom of the sheet. His heart beat that little bit faster. Success.

“Well, babaeski escort if you have no other questions that just about concludes our business here.” He took a small card from the folder and slid it across the burgundy leather desktop. “Those are the details of the website who host online chess games. Andrew will need to register as a member, it’s all free, and then we can start.”

“That all sounds straight forward, thank you.” Laura rose from her chair seeing no reason to make the meeting last any longer than necessary.

“Laura, the pleasure is all mine, believe me.”

Whilst showing her out he opened the doors before stepping aside gesturing her through with a sweep of the arm–the perfect gentleman.

4

Andrew and Laura both loved lazy Saturday mornings. A leisurely breakfast in bed, reading the papers and making love. The order varied but not usually the content. After an appropriate measure of each Laura was first to make the effort to get out of bed. “Well,” she said with phony annoyance, “if that paper interests you so much you’ve obviously finished taking advantage of me and using me against my will so I think I’ll go for my run before I have a shower.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I could tell you weren’t too keen when you kept shouting ‘oh fuck, yes, yes…’ right down my ear.” Andrew offered as an equally bogus apology.

“I was putting it on, don’t flatter yourself.” He loved her sense of humour and quick wit, something he found all too rare amongst the women he worked with. When visiting her office he envied the day to day banter he often observed between her and Abbie.

“How are you getting into town?” he called into the bathroom.

“Alice is picking me up and we’re meeting Olivia there.”

“Oh, you’re meeting her Ladyship, I hope you remember your manners.”

“Andrew, don’t be mean,” she scolded. “Olivia’s lovely. Just because she comes from a privileged background and is well spoken doesn’t make her a snob. Besides, she likes slumming it and I think she’d go for a bit of rough. That’s why she likes you.”

“Thanks very much. Just send her round. What time are you off anyway?”

“Alice said she’d be here around twelve.”

“Oh what convenient timing. That’ll just fit in with lunch out, what are the chances of that hey?”

“And what’s Mr Sarcastic planning on doing today?”

“I’ve got a few jobs to do around here first, then this afternoon I might watch the cricket.”

“Ooh, how exciting.” She said in her well practised histrionic manner. “Do you think somebody might win, or will they just play for four or five loooong days before calling it a draw?”

“You can make fun all you like. It’s complicated, that’s why you don’t understand it. You’re a woman and women’s brains aren’t developed enough to handle the intricate complexities of the game.”

“Thank god for that. Come on Jasper let’s leave him to it.” She knelt across the bed to kiss him goodbye, catching his flaccid manhood in the process. “Yuk, you’d better get a shower before you stick to that paper.”

By eleven o’clock Laura had showered and dressed, ready to meet Alice. She loved spending time with her. The two had been friends for years having shared a flat whilst at university. They had a lot in common, she worked for a marketing company in the city and her husband, Edward, worked as a financial consultant.

Laura went into the kitchen where Andrew was sitting on one of the high stools engrossed in something on his laptop. “I’m making coffee, do you want one?” she asked.

“Is it the really nice freshly ground strong sort with heated milk, or the crap sort from the jar?”

“It’s the sort that takes ages and leaves loads to wash up,” then the sarcastic tone returned, “but your worth it darling.”

“I know I am. You might want to take a look at this too.”

“What is it?” Laura asked before moving behind him in order to see the screen.

“The chess game. Graham’s challenge arrived as an email, when I clicked the link it took me here. Look, here’s the board and he’s had his first move. It has the instructions here.” He pointed to a column on the right of the board. “We’re playing black. Maximum 14 days per move.”

“Fourteen days! Bloody hell, with this and cricket you really play your sport in the fast lane don’t you.”

“Up to fourteen days, actually. And besides you may be glad of the time later on.” He continued with scanning the rules. “You can send private messages to opponents during play. If both players are online the game can be played live. Load the mobile app to play on the go, blah, blah, blah. Sounds straight forward.”

“How do you know if he’s online?” Andrew went back to the instructions.

“Here we are, ‘members available for live play are shown with a green dot next to their name’.”

“Is he green?”

“No. We’ll move anyway. There we go Pawn advances, take that sucker.”

“Are you taking this seriously? There’s a lot at stake here.” bafra escort Laura scolded.

“Of course I am. Early stages darling, early stages. The game gets more interesting as it develops.” Laura left his side to pour the coffee’s.

“Do you want anything with your coffee?”

“No, I’m fine thanks. Hey! He’s gone green, and the boards updated.” Laura could see the excitement on his face as he studied the screen, he loved games. “Moved his Pawn. Lets see. We’ll move our Pawn as well, like that.” Andrew talked to himself as he clicked ‘submit move’. After only thirty seconds the board updated again. “He’s moved another Pawn, trying to get control of the centre, standard stuff.”

“What are you going to do about it? You’re rushing it aren’t you? Is he any good?” Laura moved behind him to look over his shoulder and see for herself.

“Laura, don’t panic. This is how all games start. The early moves are fairly tried and tested. We get to the more testing tactical stuff later.”

“Let’s bring a knight out shall we. There we are. Submit.” Following a brief pause the board updated showing Weston’s move. Andrew countered with bringing another knight into play.

“He’s taken a pawn.” Andrew said in his casual manner.

“What, how bad is that?”

“It’s normal. You don’t play a game of chess without losses on both sides.” Andrew moved his knight. “And he’s left a message.”

“What does it say?” Laura asked, “I haven’t got my glasses.”

Andrew read it out. “You are now in debt to the tune of one pawn. Remember the rules.” Weston’s green dot disappeared.

“You know what that means now don’t you?” Laura asked. A hint of concern in her voice.

“What?”

“I’ve got to give the pieces back to him, it said so in the rules. I thought you were going to play on a proper board with real pieces. How am I going to give it back when it doesn’t actually exist. I mean it’s out there somewhere, in the cloud… thingy.”

“Hmm. I see what you mean.” His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of a car horn. Laura leaned back to see through the front windows.

“It’s Alice. I have to go. We’ll sort out what to do later.” She gave him a kiss. After stopping briefly to check her make up and hair in the hall mirror she picked up her bag and left by the front door.

Spending time with Alice returned her thoughts to everyday life and the things which filled it. They went to work, they socialised, they went shopping and all of the other things Laura enjoyed.

But during the journey into town that day her mind constantly returned to the chess game. Alice was unable to resist commenting on her unusual quietness.

“Come on, out with it. What are you so deep in thought about?” Laura knew there was no use in trying to brush it off. Alice would continue to give her a hard time until she discovered the truth, so she enlightened her on the situation.

“So you’ve got to return this pawn and you don’t know how? Or where it is? And if you don’t you can’t buy his shares?”

“That’s about it, and any other pieces Andrew looses. Yesterday it all seemed so straight forward; the men would play their game and, if Andrew won, we would buy the shares. Now, in the cold light of day the whole thing seems dubious, everything’s a bit… I don’t know, uncertain I suppose. The mystery of how I’ll be able to return the pawn, Weston’s strangely worded message and knowing how high the stakes are makes me feel nervous.”

“You’re an intelligent woman, and I’ll help you. Don’t worry.”

Laura felt happier after sharing her anxiety with Alice and grateful for her offer of help. Despite her unease, deep down she felt an excitement. She relished a challenge, and decided to regard this as an opportunity to show Weston that she was up for whatever his little game was. Yes, she thought, come on Mr Weston do your worst.

5

The start of each new week in the office followed a regular pattern. Conversation revolved around the weekend’s dating successes and failures, sporting controversies and critique’s of places visited. Laura had no problem with company time being spent in that way because she knew that when a rush job needed completing or an unforeseen problem came their way, the staff would step up to the mark and do their bit. They didn’t ask for overtime but worked a sort of unofficial flexible system.

As they drifted off to their desks, drawing boards and computers the space once again became a creative arena. As Laura made her way out Abbie followed, through her own section of the open plan area and into Laura’s private office beyond.

“Do I have anything urgent this morning Abbie?”

“Nope. Not until three this afternoon.”

“Oh yeah, then it’s Mr Sleazebag again isn’t it?” Laura screwed up her face as she spoke.

“I’m afraid so. Perhaps you’ve misjudged him and he’s a really a nice guy pretending.”

“If he is he’s bloody good at it. He’s got the drooling off to a tee.”

“You should be flattered. He doesn’t bağcılar escort slobber over me.” Abbie said, sticking out her bottom lip.

“Tell you what, later on I’ll hint that you fancy him then send him through. Right if there’s nothing pressing I’m going to work on these proposals.”

“Okay. Shall I reply to Anderson’s and tell them you’re going ahead with them?”

“Oh God. Yes, thanks. I’d forgotten about that.”

“There you are you see. I keep telling you I’m worth the pittance you pay me.”

Abbie left, closing the door behind her. Laura hung up her jacket in the small wash-room leading off her office. She had always considered it quite a luxury having a private shower and toilet available to her at work.

As usual Laura lost track of time as she worked on developing her ideas. Designing was the part of the job she loved; the meetings and business aspects she viewed as a necessary evil. An hour and a half had passed before she thought of taking a break. Suddenly the pencil slipped from her grasp as the door flew open, startling her. A tall, well dressed man with greying hair entered, closely followed by a flustered Abbie.

“I’m sorry, he just rushed past me as I went to call you. Shall I get some help?”

“You can if you like,” the well spoken man answered in a deep voice, “but I’m sure that would be seen as a very uncooperative gesture. Alistair Mason’s the name by the way, just here to see whether your employer’s implementing the terms of the agreement, correct any fundamental flaws and report back to Mr Weston. I don’t think we’ll need you for now… er, Abbie isn’t it? but thank you for the offer.” He turned back to face Laura, a devious smile spreading across his face as he waited for the realisation to sink in.

As soon as he dropped Weston’s name into the exchange things started to make sense to Laura. Abbie continued with her anxious look, waiting for guidance. Laura slowly nodded “It’s OK Abbie, thank you.”

The man watched her intently as she gave Laura one further questioning look before leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Unsure of how to handle the situation Laura decided to play a waiting game and remained quiet as the man began to speak.

“He didn’t mention that you were such a looker and you obviously keep yourself fit, that’s good.” He slowly walked around her as he spoke. She knew he was trying to intimidate her. The small trickle of sweat she felt run from under her arm indicated that he was succeeding. She remained still, facing ahead.

“I take a pride in looking after myself, yes.”

“I much prefer dealing with your type,” he said.

“Oh yes, and what type is that?”

“Stylish, your own woman, confident.” Whether it was his compliments or that she was relaxing just a little she didn’t know but as he once again passed in front of her, she noticed for the first time his ruggedly handsome features. The outdoor type she’d guess. Her thoughts were broken by his voice from behind her, so close to her ear and almost a whisper. “I love this part, the anticipation and potential.” He moved round to face her. “So lets see how you’ve been doing with the rules.”

“I don’t have any rules.”

“We all have rules Laura, that’s how the world works. And things tick along beautifully until the rules are broken. So if you’d like to lift your skirt we’ll be able to discover whether that’s the case here.”

“What! How dare you. I think you’d better leave–now.”

“I can do that of course but do you really want me to? It would mean you’d chosen to quit the game.”

“Chess is the game, which my husband is playing,” Laura spat. “We didn’t agree to anything like this.” Realising that her fortitude had no effect on him and losing more of her resolve with every passing minute she decided to ditch her pride and appeal for his sympathy. “Look can’t you just leave? I’m sure there’s been a mistake. You can go now and we won’t say any more about this.” She hoped her plea sounded more confident than she felt.

“Oh Laura, you know that’s not possible. You signed the agreement. You see things through to the end or loose your shares, simple. And, I’ll repeat, the agreement was that you follow the rules. So lift the skirt.” He watched her absorb his words, her confidence rapidly ebbing away. To her it was an unfamiliar situation, she was used to being the one in control. Blushing furiously Laura slowly raised her skirt. He moved away and perched on the edge of her desk.

“Oh dear, what rule have you disobeyed?” he said, slowly shaking his head.

“How would I know. I wasn’t told anything about your stupid rules.”

“Women like you are used to getting your own way, aren’t you? You ask for things and they’re done. If you’re told ‘no’ you find another approach until you get your own way. Well in this game you’re going to find out what it means to earn what you want, not have it given to you. You’re going to do things by the rules or quit. Now, remove them.” She couldn’t believe what he was telling her and expecting her to do, in her own office. She remained still, unsure of her next move. The hesitancy proved too much. He rose from the desk at speed, reached out and grabbed for her hair. His fingers twisted round taking a firm hold. Laura stood on tiptoes to try and ease the sharp pain in her scalp.

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