Dana Bumpett
Time out for sex!

CHAPTER ONE

Dana Carroll looked out the window of the jet and saw nothing but ocean. She couldn't help but grin to herself. She was on her way to the Bahamas, and it seemed almost too good to be true. With only a secretary's wages, she never dreamed she would be able to go to the Bahamas for a week, but the subtle pressure of her boss' thigh reminded her that this was a business trip, and not all pleasure.

Dana glanced over at Charles Brennen, her boss. He was a handsome, silver-haired man in his late forties. At the moment he appeared to be engrossed in some business papers, but he kept touching his thigh to Dana's, as if by accident. Dana wondered if it really was accidental contact, or if he was doing it on purpose. He had never come on to her before in the three years she had worked for him, but there were rumors circulating around the office now that Charley was bored with his marriage and had an eye out for some of the more attractive secretaries.

Dana inched her leg away from his and resumed looking out the window. In just a few hours she would be on a tropical beach, enjoying the sun, sand and surf. What a delicious contrast that would be to the cold mid-West winter they had left behind. She could hardly wait.

There was just one thing which kept her happiness and excitement from being complete. She was so horny she could have screamed!

Charles Brennen wasn't helping matters, either. She had found him extremely attractive, and sexy as hell, from the first moment she had laid eyes on him. And now, sitting so close to him that she could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body was driving her crazy. His leg was pressing lightly against her again. Maybe he just wasn't conscious of what he was doing, but it was having a very definite effect on her. She was having some pretty naughty thoughts for a married woman.

"You all right, Dana?" Charles asked, looking up from his papers.

"Why, yes, Mr. Brennen," Dana replied, reddening slightly. "What made you ask?"

"You just let out with a great big sigh," he grinned. "It seemed like something is on your mind."

Dana turned even redder. "Oh, no. It's nothing, really, Mr. Brennen," she insisted.

"Call me Chuck," he told her. "And let me order you another drink. This is your first trip, and, of course, you're a little nervous. A drink will help calm you."

Dana didn't refuse, although she thought she should. She had already had two drinks, but they didn't seem to have had much effect on her. As she sipped her third vodka and orange juice, her thoughts turned to Steve, her husband.

They hadn't parted on very good terms this morning, and she wondered if anything would be left of her marriage when she returned home. There was one big thing wrong with their marriage, and that was Steve. He was a very busy, very successful real estate salesman, and it seemed like he never had time to fuck her anymore.

She realized that was putting it crudely, but it was the truth. Steve was on the go, day and night, totally absorbed in his business, and when Dana was feeling sexy, he either wasn't home, or he felt too tired to get it on. It was getting so she just couldn't take it anymore, and she had told him so just before she had left. Either they would have a normal sex life, or get a divorce. That was the choice she left him with.

Now she was sorry she had been so blunt with him about it. Perhaps if she had been more diplomatic, more gentle, they would not have parted in anger. But, it was too late now. She intended to enjoy herself in the Bahamas and try not to think about Steve. There would be plenty of time for that when she returned home. She took a long swallow of her drink, sighed softly, and slumped back in her seat. That was the moment Chuck elected to place his hand on her shapely leg, just above her knee.

"Mr. Brennen," she squeaked.

"I asked you to call me Chuck, honey," he told her with a smile. "Now, something's bothering you, I can tell. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, uh, Chuck, for starters," she replied with a smile, "you've got your hand on my leg."

"So?" he replied with a grin, giving her leg a friendly squeeze. "Can't we be friendly? Relax, Dana, enjoy yourself. You've earned this vacation."

Dana didn't know what to say, so she just sat there, feeling hornier by the second as her handsome boss squeezed her knee and read his business papers. Her pussy was watering hungrily, and it felt hot as a blast furnace. Molten cream was starting to leak from her hungry little cunt and soaking into the crotch of her panties. She couldn't help but wonder what Chuck was like in bed. The only man she had ever fucked in her whole life was Steve.

She was twenty-five, married seven years, a stunning redhead of medium height, and she had always been a secretary, or so it seemed. That about summed it up for her. Nothing exceptional had ever happened to her till last week, when she was chosen Secretary of the Year by the company she worked for. Her prize was a week in the Bahamas, accompanying her boss to a convention, all expenses paid. She was thrilled, but she knew it would be over all too soon.

Then what would she do? She just had to have regular sex, of that she was positive. She couldn't go on being horny and frustrated. And to her, that meant if Steve couldn't take care of her needs, she would have to find another man, or men. That both frightened and excited her. It frightened her because of all the diseases going around these days, which meant she would have to be careful in her selection of sexual partners. Yet, the thrill of having other men fuck her sent a thrill of excitement through her as she considered all the possibilities.

She was eager to know how it would be to fuck somebody other than her husband. And, although she didn't really believe in cheating, she figured that Steve was practically forcing her into it. She knew she should be thinking about the Bahamas, but all she could think of was how desperately she wanted to get laid, how much she wanted a big, hard cock slamming into her burning pussy.

Of course, a lot of these thoughts could have been attributed to the fact that Chuck's hand was now halfway up her thigh. Very slowly, so that she had hardly noticed it, he had eased his hand away from her knee and was inching it up her leg towards her steaming pussy. Dana suppressed a lusty shiver as she imagined him slipping his hand inside her cream-soaked panties and caressing the swollen flesh of her pussy right there on the plane. She knew she would cum in about ten seconds flat if that happened.

A stewardess came down the aisle and Chuck abruptly moved his hand away. When he did, Dana nearly whimpered with need and desire. She needed to be touched so badly by a man. And it seemed so ridiculous that she should be so hard up. She knew she had a fantastic body and face, and that men were always turning to stare at her in the streets. The men she worked with were constantly propositioning her, yet, here she was, ready to scream with horniness. What was she going to do about it? Play with herself?

She had been doing a lot of that in the last couple of years. Ever since Steve got so absorbed in his business. She found she could get herself off easily just by rubbing her clit or pumping a finger into her always tight cunt, but that wasn't really what she wanted. She ached to feel a big hard cock reaming her famished little twat, a man's hard, hot body jerking against her. She was starting to feel like she would go crazy if she didn't get fucked. Damn Steve anyhow! What was the matter with him?

She thought back to last night, their last evening together. She had really hoped it could be something special for them. Steve had told her how proud he was of her for winning the trip, promising to take her out to dinner to celebrate, but Dana had other plans for their night, promising him a nice surprise when he got home.

She had bought a very sexy nightie earlier that day, a tiny black lace number which showed off her slender but curvy figure and her cantaloupe-sized tits. While Steve changed out of his suit, she slipped into the bathroom and put on the nightie.

She had inspected herself in the mirror and knew she looked as sexy, if not more so, than many of the women in those men's magazines. She had nice long legs, curvy hips, a trim, tiny waist. Her high-riding, full ripe tits poked out saucily from beneath the semi-sheer lace, nipples taut, cleavage deep and inviting. Her face was pretty and fresh-looking, and her flame-colored hair hung nearly to her waist. A man would have to be pretty well out of his mind not to be turned on by her appearance.

She strolled into the bedroom where Steve was standing in his shirt, socks and shorts-not the most romantic outfit in the world, but it would have to do. She paraded past him a couple of times before he finally came out of his daydream and noticed her. She paused in front of him, letting him have a nice long look at her. He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"That's a pretty outfit," he said. "Did you buy it for the Bahamas?"

"No, Steve," Dana said, "I bought it for you."

"For me?" He sounded puzzled.

Dana walked over to him and slipped her arms around his neck. "I've been thinking about you all day," she purred. All year would have been more like it.

"Oh, yeah?" he said, starting to grin.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt and she rubbed against his broad, hairy chest. She tugged her nightie down a little, freeing one stiff red nipple, rubbing it against the wiry hairs of his chest, feeling wickedly excited. Steve indulged her for a moment, then drew away and went to hang up his shirt. Dana stretched out on their king-sized bed, hoping her pose was provocative and seductive. So far, Steve hadn't acted very turned on by her.

She watched impatiently as he removed his socks and then his shorts. Disappointment clouded her lovely face. Steve had no trace of a hard-on, but she wasn't ready to give up yet. It was their last night together for a week, and she really ached for a good hard fuck. Something to keep her satisfied all through their days and nights apart. She smiled and patted the bed.

"Come join me," she told him.

"Uh, huh," Steve replied absently. "Just as soon as I get some clean pajamas."

"Darling," Dana purred, "you won't need pajamas. Not tonight."

Steve wandered over to the bed, looking a little impatient. "Honey," he said, "I've got some papers I really should look over before tomorrow."

Dana took a deep breath, trying to hold her temper. "Steve," she said sweetly, "you also have a wife who is leaving tomorrow for a week. Can't you spare me a few minutes?"

"Oh, sure, honey, I'm sorry," he said, sliding onto the bed.

Dana was grabbing for him even before he hit the bed. She ran her hands all over his lean, hard, naked body, and she kissed him hungrily, running her hot little tongue into his mouth. She rubbed her body against him, caressing his cock with her pouting mound. Was she mistaken, or was he starting to show some interest? He slipped his arms around her and tickled her tongue with his own.

"Mmmmmm-hmrnmmrnm," Dana purred.

She ran her hands up and down his body, loving the feel of his firm, hot flesh. Steve had always turned her on like crazy. When she was eighteen she had been determined to remain a virgin till she got married, but one look at Steve had changed her mind instantly. He had succeeded where all her other boyfriends had failed. In fact, she had let him fuck her senseless on their first date. Luckily, he had married her anyway-and she had been a pushover for him ever since.

But in the past couple of years, she had to admit that the magic had gone out of their marriage. Steve just didn^t have the old interest in sex, and consequently their fucking had gotten very routine, not to mention rare. Well, tonight was going to be different, Dana told herself with determination. Tonight it was going to be like the early years of their marriage, when they couldn't keep their hands off one another.

She wriggled her tongue around Steve's tongue, and he ran his hands down to clutch her firm little ass. He pulled her tight against him and she felt his cock give a lurch, and then start to grow. She creamed furiously, a big hot flood which soaked the crotch of the new nightie. It excited the hell out of her to feel her husband's cock mushrooming against her belly. She felt it grow long and rigid and throbbing.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

She reached down and fisted Steve's ballooning prick.

She loved holding his cock when it was growing, feeling it force her fingers apart, feeling it drool into the palm of her hand. She pumped his cock as it swelled, and Steve began to breathe hard. His prick throbbed heavily in her hand. She could feel the taut outer skin and the hard molten core beneath. They broke off the kiss, and he started to roll her onto her back.

"Jesus, you sure got me hot in a hurry," he told her with a grin.

"Yes, and I'm going to keep you that way," Dana said, pushing him back.

"Honey, those papers."

Dana frowned. "Steve, I'm just as important as those damn papers," she said, "and I'm not going to see you for a week. I need you, honey, and I don't want just another quickie, okay?"

"Okay," he replied with a sigh.

Dana thought he sounded like a dutiful wife, and she was almost tempted to tell him to forget the whole thing. She did not like to beg, but she was desperately horny, and desperate for some attention in bed, and if she didn't get it from Steve there would be nothing at all for a whole week. She pushed him onto his back and knelt beside him, bending low till her hot breath fanned his stiff-standing eight-inch prick. She fisted the thick hairy base and moved the gleaming purple head towards her lips.

"You hardly ever let me suck you anymore," she scolded.

"No time," Steve replied with a sigh.

Dana wanted to tell him what she thought of his priorities, but this was no time to argue with him. Instead, she stuck out her wet little tongue and started licking the fat head of his cock. He gave a lusty snort and a shiver of excitement as she lathered his sensitive cockhead with her hot spit. It wasn't long before she got what she wanted-a big glistening bubble of juice oozing up from his pisshole. Eagerly, she speared it up with the tip of her tongue, savoring the taste of it.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Steve was starting to breathe hard, obviously enjoying what she was doing to him, but she knew he was impatient, too. That was just too bad. Tonight was her night, and to hell with his damned job and his damned papers! She wriggled her tongue all over the hot purple head of his dick, lapping up his cream as fast as it dribbled from the end. She felt like she could never get enough of her husband's tasty cock cream, and she found herself actually drooling onto the fleshy knob.

It had been months since she had given him a blow job. He was always too busy, too tired for any foreplay. When they did fuck, it was all too quick for her. Steve would roll her onto her back, climb between her legs and fuck her furiously for a minute or two. Then he would roll over and go to sleep, the sounds of his snores reminding her of just how unsatisfied he had left her. But not tonight! She was determined to make it special this time. She abruptly crammed the engorged head of his cock into her mouth.

"Jesus!" Steve yelped.

She took in about half of his eight-incher, which was all she could take without choking, and she started sucking his cock like she couldn't get enough of it. Steve groaned and fed her a thick stream of salty prick juice, which she gulped down as fast as it gushed out. Her head bobbed hungrily up and down, copper hair flying, leaving his bloated shaft gleaming with her hot spittle.

"Mmmmm," she moaned happily.

"Ahhh, yeah, that's fantastic," Steve panted.

Of course it is, idiot, Dana thought. If he would ever take the time to come to bed with her she could make it even better than this. But his business always came first with him. He was thinking about their future, he told her, but Dana was more concerned about the present. What good would it do to be rich when they were too old to fuck?

She sucked faster and faster on his delicious cock, her own cunt leaking a steady flood of hot, sticky cream. She couldn't remember ever being so horny. She clasped his balls and found them enormously swollen, hot and pulsating. He was just about to shoot his load down her throat, and she knew it, but she wanted that big hard cock of his in her cunt, so she reluctantly sat up, letting his prick snap from her lips.

"Christ!" he panted. "I was just about to cum."

"I know, I know," Dana moaned.

As fast as she could, she pulled off her nightie and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Steve was on her in an instant, growling lustily as he sank between her firm silky thighs and pushed his rock-hard cock into her wet cunt mouth. He hit the mark on the very first try, and Dana wailed in ecstasy as she felt his stiff boner plowing into the scorching depths of her cunt.

"Aaaahhh, Steve, yesssss," she cried. "Get into me, baby, fuck me good!"

She flung her legs around his back and locked them there, wanting to take his prick as deep as she could get it. She was absolutely starved for his cock. He started fucking her fast and hard, just the way she craved it, and she whimpered with pleasure and drenched his hammering prick with molten cream. She wished the delicious sensations could go on all night. With all the lusty need she had stored up, she wouldn't have gotten tired. Each time Steve battered her womb with his steel-still cock, she cried out.

"Unnnnhhh, Steve, it is so damned good!" she shrieked. "Don't stop! Fuck me forever!"

Steve wasn't saying anything, just fucking away with lightning speed, like always. Suddenly, Dana realized that this was going to be just another one of his quickies, and that if she wanted to get off, she had better manage it fast. She tightened her cunt around his plowing prick and frantically rubbed her swollen clit against his sawing shaft. Luckily, she was horny enough to get off quickly. It wasn't long before she felt her body exploding with pleasure.

"Ohhh, God, I'm cummiiiinnngg," she howled.

"Awww, shit, aaagghhh!" Steve bellowed.

He was cumming right along with her, filling her cunt with scalding jizz. Even as her body was rocked with violent spasms of pleasure, Dana felt disappointed. She had hoped their lovemaking could last for a while longer. One orgasm wasn't going to be nearly enough to satisfy her. She clung to Steve, grinding her famished clit against his jerking shaft, draining every last drop of pleasure she could from their all-too-brief encounter. Then Steve rolled off her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

'Thanks, honey, that was great," he told her.

While Dana was still catching her breath, he was out of bed and slipping on his pajamas. She knew he was going to the living room to read his business papers, and she felt ready to strangle him. She was still aching with lust, desperate for more of his rough, fast fucking. But, if she wanted to get to sleep tonight, she would have to satisfy herself with her own fingers. She felt furious about that.

"Steve," she said coldly, her voice stopping him at the door, "before you leave this room, I want to tell you something."

He sighed loudly and turned to look at her. "Make it quick, will you, Dana?" he snapped. "I've got important work to do."

"All right," she said. "I'll make it very quick. Our sex life sucks. We don't do it enough. Either it changes, or I want a divorce and I'll find a man who can take care of me and my needs."

"Your needs?" he cried angrily. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? Working for my health?"

"There's a hell of a lot more to a marriage than just what you have in the bank, Steve, and you know it. I mean what I say. Either our sex life improves, or I'm gone. Think about that while I'm in the Bahamas."

Steve just stared at her for a moment, then turned and left the room. When she woke the next morning, he had already left for work. He hadn't even left a note for her telling her how he felt. She wouldn't know for another week. To hell with him then, Dana decided. If he cared so little about their marriage, she wouldn't even think about him while she was away.

"Bastard," she muttered.

"I beg your pardon?" Charles Brennen said, turning to look at her. "I hope you aren't talking about me."

Dana burst into laughter. Damn it anyhow, she was going to enjoy herself on this trip, despite everything else. She wouldn't think about Steve, or her marriage, and just have a good time. Now, if she could just forget about how horny she was!