Paula's Discovery Pt. 12

Paula got out of the shower and wrapped the fluffy towel around her wet body. The long shower felt good along with the few extra minutes of sleep on a bright, summer, Saturday morning. Tom had kissed her as he left earlier to make the 90 minute drive to the big car show with Hunter. Paula then pulled the sheet up around her chin and fell back asleep.

As she grabbed another towel for her wet hair, she heard her phone chirp. She saw Sheila's ID, grabbed the phone and pulled it to her wet ear.

"Hey Sheila, what's up," she said.

"I sent the guys off with some fresh banana bread this morning but saved a couple slices." "Are you interested?" she asked.

Paula had enjoyed Sheila's baking skills in the past and the thought of a fresh breakfast sounded much tastier than whatever she could find in the kitchen.

"I'll get the coffee started," Paula said. "But can you give 15 minutes to dry my hair?"

"See you then," Sheila responded.

Paula grabbed her hair dryer and brush and went to work. Finishing quickly, she walked into the kitchen, still wrapped in the towel, filled the coffee pot with water from the tap, measured out the coffee and flipped the switch.

Paula grabbed a clean pair of panties from her drawer, pulled on a pair of spandex running shorts, sports bra and a bright yellow oversize T shirt. She slipped into her sneakers just as she heard Sheila call from the kitchen door.

Sheila slipped in as Paula unlocked the door and set a plate on the counter. She began to peel off the plastic wrap as Paula slid two small plates onto the counter and poured two cups of coffee with the efficiency gained from her college summers as a waitress.

After a few bites of the delicious bread, Paula said, "I'm so glad you came over, we have not had a chance to catch up since the club weekend."

Sheila smiled and said, "Me too, I've been hoping to talk to you about that." "You were pretty tired on the flight home and I wanted to give you some time to process it anyway."

"I've been a bit concerned that maybe you had some second thoughts," Sheila added quietly.

Paula looked up with surprise and said, "No, not at all." "My mind is still replaying that weekend, if my colleagues at work only knew what I was thinking between meetings!"

Sheila seemed genuinely relieved. "I am so glad, if I had caused you some doubt or even problems with Tom, I would never be able to forgive myself."

Paula smiled and said, "... and as for Tom, he hasn't been able to keep his hands off me."

"I wonder if he suspects that we did anything other than show some T and A at the fundraiser?" Paula added.

Sheila smiled and said, "Hunter and I have a sort of don't ask don't tell policy about the club." "He genuinely does not seem to mind and based on the great sex we have when I return, I'm not sure he would care."

Both girls laughed at that and Paula continued, "Tom and I have had a bit of experience along those lines and it really seemed to turn him on, so even though we haven't discussed details, I think he'd be ok."

It was Sheila's turn for surprise.

Paula paused and said, "Do you remember my story about our trip to the beach before we met you?"

Sheila remembered what she considered to be some fun but tame flashing to some young men on the beach.

"Well, there is a bit more to the story," she added quietly and began to tell Sheila about the bar "pickup" fantasy they played out.

Sheila found herself smiling. Now that she had seen Paula interact on the girl's weekend she could imagine the story but even Sheila had to admit the scenario was pretty hot and she felt herself flush as Paula filled in the details.

Sheila and Hunter had enjoyed adding others in their bedroom, couples and singles but never an anonymous encounter like Paula was describing. She felt her nipples swell.

Sheila lost most of her concern she had that the girl's weekend would be the source of problems with Paula and Tom. Her mind moved to curiosity wondering what aspect of the weekend had left the largest impact on Paula.

As Paula stood to refill their coffee cups, Sheila began, "Was there anything that happened during our weekend that changed the way you think about yourself?"

Paula sipped her coffee and formed her answer. She could tell this was important to Sheila. At the same time, Paula had thought so much about it she was anxious to have a chance to finally clarify her thoughts.

After a few moments of silence Paula said, "I have been thinking a lot about the weekend." "Now that time has passed and the raw excitement is dimmed, I would have to say that, I have gained a strong sense of empowerment about myself." "I have always felt confident about my skills as an attorney, wife and mother but my sense of my own sensuality has always been difficult."

Sheila nodded, knowingly.

Paula continued, "Like Penny said, women have been conditioned to be pleasers, and more passive." "In some ways that is easier but it denies us the confidence that comes from pursuing our own sexuality." "The experience at the auction helped me feel confident with my body and also that I can feel good about being overtly sexual." "All that conditioning from our mothers and friends about being good girls robbed us of the satisfaction of something primal."

Paula paused as if thinking for the right words and then blurted out, "It's fun to be a slut sometimes."

Sheila burst out laughing, in part, because of the surprise of hearing Paula express that thought and also because Sheila had come to the same conclusion a few years ago, also with Penny's guidance.

Paula's attorney side returned and she continued, "The important part of that is afterward when you enjoyed the glow of the experience but then realize you are still the same person. " "I suppose some women could feel marginalized but instead, I celebrated the enjoyment and the empowerment from finding a side of myself that I can now bring out and enjoy and then put it back inside until the next time."

Sheila smiled the smile of a mentor who has seen enlightenment from a favorite pupil, or in this case a new close friend.

Paula broke the silence and continued, "Because of that, the experience on our last night was possible." "If I did not have the confidence in my sexual side, I would never have been able to enjoy the final exam."

Both women laughed at Penny's reference to "Cougar Night."

Paula began to tell Sheila about everything that happened with Jason in her room. Sheila was impressed, that Paula had been able to completely manage the situation. Sheila also found herself getting warmer and wetter as she imagined the scenario.

Paula explained, "Of course the raw physical sensations were amazing but there is a big difference when you allow yourself to pursue your own satisfaction, devoid of any attachments or emotions that we usually have in a marriage." "My mind was focused on maximizing my pleasure and although Jason was a very nice, enjoyable partner, for the first time in my life, he was just something for my enjoyment.... just a cock."

Sheila laughed but understood what Paula was saying.

Sheila added, "I know what you mean." "We hoped that The Club can help women discover this side of themselves in a safe environment." "The challenge, of course is having this new experience but then returning to your daily married life."

Paula nodded and said, "That is a significant risk to be sure but there can be reward as well." "Tom has remarked many times since then that he loves my more engaged approach to our sex life." "He has to wonder what changed in just a weekend, but so far he hasn't pushed for details."

Sheila smiled and said, "So far, our little group has been batting 1.000 with all marriages continuing at or above previous levels but as you say, there is risk."

Paula smiled and said, "Have you heard from Joni?"

Sheila laughed and said, "Joni was a unique case." "Perhaps because she was so reserved her entire life, when she had a chance to try something else, the energy exploded to the surface." "The word from Penny is that she seems to just have returned to her previous home life as if nothing has happened."

Sheila commented seriously, "We really need to keep an eye on her."

The girls paused and finished their bread and then Sheila looked at her watch and said. "I have to get ready for a shoot I have today."

"Anything fun?" Paula asked, remembering some of Sheila's previous stories.

Sheila said, "No, this is just a standard corporate "head shot" package." "This engineering firm has had me do all their senior people and they just moved in a young engineer from their Atlanta office."

"I always do their shoots at the office where we have the corporate logo on the wall for some of the shots." "Saturdays are best since the office is closed." "People feel more comfortable and we don't have to feel rushed or that we're inconveniencing normal business."

As Sheila put her cup in the sink and grabbed her plate she added as an afterthought, "Oh, you remember Rob the young bartender from the hotel?"

Paula smiled and said, "Of course, who could forget that nice butt."

Sheila smiled and said, "He has many other attributes and he is working for Penny's husband as a business assistant." "He has also helped Penny with a few things too."

And with a sly smile, Sheila headed for the door.

Sheila, put her plate in the sink and then walked to her bedroom to change for her shoot. Grabbing the one pair of clean leggings she had, she slid off her jeans and began to stretch the black fabric over her ankle. As she slid the right leg up, she noticed the seam had pulled open and would need to be repaired. She didn't have the time or the inclination to take on that project so she walked to her closet. After a few moments of thought she grabbed a denim jean skirt. She liked to have clothing that allowed her to move easily and the skirt had served well in the past. She grabbed a pair of low-heeled shoes and flipped through the tops she had in her closet. She chose a plain, button-down white blouse that required the change to a white bra. She grabbed a new, lacy push-up bra, slipped it on deftly and pulled the blouse on. Looking in the mirror she was satisfied with just the top button undone. She stepped into the bathroom, flipped a comb through her hair, added a quick touch of make-up and headed for the door.

Sheila grabbed her camera bags, knowing she had basically good lighting from her past experience there and the flash and single light she had in her standard bags would do the job.

It was only about a 20 minute drive to the business park and when she pulled up to the low, two-story office building, there was only one car in the parking lot, a black Jeep. She grabbed her phone and called the number she had been given and a pleasant voice answered.

"Andrew, this is Sheila." "I'm here for your photoshoot," she said.

"Thank you, I'll meet you at the side door," he said.

Sheila knew only that the new engineer was in his mid-thirties and was moving her to take a promotion. Tammy the office administrator couldn't help herself and had added that he was recently divorced and this gave him a new start of sorts. She also mentioned that he was quiet, even by engineer standards which Sheila and Tammy had laughed about in the past.

As Sheila grabbed her bags and walked to the side of the building, she saw the door open.

As she approached the door, the young man extended his hand, but then realized Sheila's hands were full and awkwardly, stepped aside so she could enter. Sheila smiled and once inside she set the bags down and extended her hand to save the moment.

Andrew smiled, shook her hand and then turned to lock the door.

Andrew, offered to help with the equipment and Sheila handed him the bag with the collapsible light.

Sheila knew her way around the office, maybe even more that Andrew so he followed her the short distance to the elevator. Andrew reached ahead and pushed the "Up" arrow and as the waited for the elevator, Sheila noted pleasantly that Andrew was very attractive in a sort of geeky way, as evidenced by the slightly crooked tie he wore, as instructed for the shoot. He was about 6 feet tall and had a very trim solid, runner's build.

Andrew held the door to the elevator, gaining confidence by the minute and the door closed behind them. In a moment they were on the second floor.

Sheila, walked to the door to the engineering office suite and began to set up her lights in front of the cooperate logo on the wall.

To put Andrew at ease, Sheila talked while she worked with her equipment.

"We'll start here," she said. "If you've seen the "Our Team" section of the website, everyone has their portrait in this spot with the logo as a background." "We also do a few more casual in your office." "Did you bring the polo shirt that Tammy gave you?"

"Yes, I have it in my office, do you want me to put it on now?" he said.

Sheila replied, "No we do this shot in coat and tie.... you do have a coat right?"

Andrew, still nervous, said, "Yes, I'll go get it."

Sheila smiled as she watched him turn down the hall and knew it would take her experience to put him at ease, but she had the confidence of many years and many uneasy subjects over the years. In some ways, nervous subjects were the worst since they never seem to move naturally and take a lot of direction but they are typically very willing, if awkward, participants.

As Sheila finished her light measurements, Andrew returned in a blue blazer, over the plain white shirt and striped tie he wore when she arrived.

Sheila pointed to the spot where she wanted him to stand and he moved awkwardly, almost into position. Sheila stood back and said, "A little more to your left."

Andrew looked down and shuffled uneasily, as Sheila waved with her left hand.

Sheila slid into professional mode and began to snap photos and give Andrew direction.

"Turn your head to your right, lift up your chin, drop you left shoulder," she said. In almost every case Andrew seemed to have an uncanny ability to move either just short or beyond Sheila's direction. Without thinking Sheila, let her camera down on its strap and stepped toward him. She grabbed him lightly by the shoulders and twisted him where she needed him.

Although she would have typically asked first she sensed that would only make him more uneasy.

Sheila was surprised that he suddenly seemed to understand the requirement and she began to snap photos and move him as needed like a big Ken doll. She didn't worry about facial expression and knew from experience that trying to get him to smile more would only make him more ill at ease.

Andrew seemed not only comfortable with her touches he seemed to relax more as time went on. Sheila noticed the tie and by now simply stepped up and adjusted the garment herself. As Sheila touched his chest she was pleasantly surprised at his firm muscles and perhaps due to her morning chat with Paula, she found herself placing her hand flat against his chest as if to smooth out the tie.

Sheila's strategy in these situations was to simply take many shots and hope that there would be a few that would work.

Now, after moving his upper body around she noticed the lapels of his jacket were turned so again she moved them as she wanted but couldn't help but linger on his firm chest. She traced the lapels down past the single button and grabbed the bottom of his tie to center it on his belt buckle.

When Sheila looked down she was taken aback at what appeared to be a very significant bulge under his belt buckle. Sheila flushed and stepped back but now she could not "unsee it" and found herself struggling to keep the frame of the shots up for the head shot.

Sheila, now feeling her body respond, took a pause to step back through the images on her digital camera. Forcing herself to concentrate on the images she satisfied herself that she had at least a few that would work, even if a bit of computer retouch would be needed.

Sheila, turned to Andrew and said, "Would you mind changing into your polo shirt now and we'll finish up here?"

Andrew nodded compliantly and walked off toward his office.

Sheila could not believe how her body was reacting and she willed herself to settle down and be a professional.

Andrew returned in a few minutes with the same tan slacks but now with the dark blue polo shirt with the sharp corporate logo on the left breast. The short sleeves showed well-sculpted arms and she noticed he had the physique of a male model, with a geeky sort of vibe. Without the jacket though, the front of his slacks was even more noticeable than before. Sheila was used to her well-endowed husband, but this was something else altogether. Unless her eyes were deceiving her, this guy was hung!

Sheila struggled to focus on the shoot. This was a new experience for Andrew and so he had no perspective for the manipulating Sheila was subjecting him to. Most of it was a professional necessity but Sheila could not control herself from the extra caresses after each touch. Without thinking she reached forward to center his belt buckle on the front of his slacks, something she would never have done otherwise. If Andrew minded or noticed, he showed no reaction.

Sheila decided she had what she needed in the lobby and said, "Ok Andrew, now they always want me to get some more candid shots in the office for company brochures."

Andrew, by now was simply following direction and this was just another task to be completed.

Sheila, unplugged the small light stand. As Sheila stood, Andrew had leaned forward in an effort to assist and Sheila backed squarely against him as they both tried to grab the light. Even through the thick denim, Sheila felt the significant fullness of Andrew's crotch. She felt a wave of warmth come over her and her nipples strained against the cups of her bra.

Sheila had now lost her typical, professional attitude and she was captivated by what she saw and briefly felt. She wanted more.

As they walked to Andrew's new office, she saw that his hips and butt moved fluidly against the tight fabric of the slacks. The contrast of his physique against the social awkwardness was striking.

Sheila reached up and unfastened two more buttons on her blouse.

As they turned into Andrew's office, she found a satisfactory place for her light and then turned to see Andrew standing awkwardly next to her. As she turned she saw his eyes focus on the open flesh exposed at her neckline. She lowered the camera, knowing the weight would pull the strap down against her breasts, accentuating them even more. Sheila stepped toward Andrew and now grabbed his arm gently and moved him in front of the desk. She maneuvered him into a somewhat believable casual pose and stepped back to begin snapping images.

As she watched him through the lens she saw that his eyes were focusing on her chest and she capitalized on that by saying, "Keep your eyes on me."

Sheila enjoyed the inner joke and after a few more shots, paused to again view the images on the small display at the back of her camera. As she stepped through the images, the fingers of her right hand deftly undid one more button. The blouse now only had the bottom two buttons fastened.

Sheila said, "We've got some very nice shots here so let's just get a few more and finish up."

She slipped the camera strap up over her head and set it on the edge of Andrew's desk. Andrew smiled awkwardly now enjoying the full cleavage provided by the push-up bra. Sheila stepped back as if pondering a next pose then stepped up to Andrew. Standing next to him she straightened his shoulders to his full height which only afforded him a better view straight down her blouse. She then placed her hands on his hips and moved him first one way and then the other. After enjoying several more caresses to his chest she slid her hands down to his belt and moved his hips one final time. This time there was no mistake that she saw movement inside the front of his slacks.

Sheila, feeling more confident with her evolving plan picked up the camera again and snapped a few more photos, asking for some adjustment each time. An obviously distracted Andrew, continued to try to comply but he had no idea the game had changed away from photography.

Sheila, arrived at her "now or never" moment.

She again checked the images, and placed the camera back on the desk.

She stepped forward again, as if pondering her next pose and she stood square in front of him. She placed her hands on his hips and then her finger tips slid just behind the top of his belt. She focused totally on the front of his slacks and slid the belt side to side, moving the belt inside he loops. She looked up at him and then down at his belt again.

Like a tailor adjusting the fit of a new pair of slacks she pulled gently up and then side to side on the front of his slacks. She paused and felt Andrew's breathing get heavier.

Sheila, slid her fingers back again to his belt buckle. She paused and then looked up and locked eyes with Andrew. He could not look away but he felt her fingers unbuckle the belt. Without breaking his gaze, she unfastened the button and clasp on the front of his waistband and then her right hand found the tab on the zipper and slid it down.

Andrew was flushed but could not break her gaze nor move.

Still looking him in the eye, she slid his slacks back over his hips and let them fall to the ground. Her fingers traced the elastic around the top of his briefs and without looking, she pulled the front away from his body and slid them down over his hips.

Her left hand moved back to his right hip but her right hand slid down and without looking touched him. Andrew, inhaled reflexively but Sheila went wide-eyed as she realized the actual size of what she had exposed. Andrew closed his eyes as Sheila explored. Still without looking she wrapped her fingers around him and as she ran her fingers up around the circumcised head, she wondered if she would be able to take him in her mouth.

She knew she had to try though.

Sheila broke at the knees and for the first time, looked down at the most beautiful and impressive cock she had ever seen. She knelt in front of him and eased his hips back against the edge of the desk. She paused to marvel at what was in front of her and then eased her lips around him. Tentatively at first but when she realized she would be able to accommodate him, she gained confidence and ravished him with her fingers, lips and tongue. She bobbed in and out on him and slid her hands up on either side of his huge balls. She knew he was struggling with the sensations and she felt him spasm and her mouth was flooded with warm, sweet cum.

She tried, with all her experience to keep up but there was just too much.

She felt the warm, cream escape the corner of her mouth and drop from her chin to her cleavage. As he paused she began to catch up but as her tongue swirled around his head, he again flooded her mouth. He bucked against her and the edge of the desk. She locked her lips around him and placed her hands on his hips to steady him.

He began to recover.

Sheila, eased away from him and her tongue and fingers began to capture the streams of cum that escaped her mouth.

She looked up at Andrew and his head was down on his chest and his breathing began to recover.

Sheila stood and reached out to steady him.

Andrew opened his eyes and surprised Sheila by speaking.

"No one has ever done that for me before," he said. "Women are put off by my size I guess."

"You are the first one who has been able to handle me," he said in amazement.

Sheila was surprised by Andrew's response but then even more surprised when he continued.

Andrew placed his hands on Sheila's hips and looked her in the eyes.

"Because women can't take me inside, I have learned to please them in other ways," he said, regaining his composure.

"They say, I'm pretty good at it," as he smiled.

Andrew paused a minute and then asked, "Would you like me to eat your pussy?"

Sheila gasped in surprise but quickly composed herself.

She didn't answer verbally.

She locked eyes with him and pulled up the sides of her skirt, reached underneath and slid her panties down and stepped out of them. She turned and walked over to his desk chair and sat down. She leaned back, pulled her skirt up past her waist and lifted her knees up over the arms of the chair.

Andrew smiled, pulled up his briefs and slacks, fastened his belt and walked around to the other side of the desk. He lowered himself to his knees between her thighs and began.

As Sheila drove home, she had to admit that Andrew was not good at being a model but he was very, very good at eating pussy.