A Holiday Bet - Day 3

A Holiday Bet - Day 3

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Phoebe can no longer afford her rent, so comes up with a bet with her landlord James. She will spend a whole week working around the house, completely naked, in return for writing off the debt she owes. But, if James touches her once, she will win 6 months free living in the house. Who will cave in first?

Summary

Phoebe can no longer afford her rent, so comes up with a bet with her landlord James. She will spend a whole week working around the house, completely naked, in return for writing off the debt she owes. But, if James touches her once, she will win 6 months free living in the house. Who will cave in first?

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Submitted: December 22, 2015

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?We didn't go out to the restaurant that James suggested last night. I just couldn't bring myself to agree to go out in public wearing nothing for strangers to stare at me, despite the fact that it had been one of my longest running fantasies. I was sure I'd told James that one drunken night in but surely he wouldn't actually go for it. I was pretty certain that it wasn't his sort of thing, although to be fair I had been pretty certain that my landlord wouldn't have gone for anything like the bet that currently stood between us.

Yesterday, we had both pushed the rules of our bargain to their limits. No touching. That was it. Nice and simple. But it also left a lot of room for interpretation. After all, is it touching when you wear gloves? Is is touching when you fuck through pants? Well, whatever the actual answer - which I suspect isn't in our favour - we both bent the rules and went for it. And it was good. But today? Well, today I wanted to keep my hands, both, mouth... Well, everything... To myself.

I wasn't sure that I'd be able to do it, but the day went by pretty easily. We kept our hands to ourselves, didn't try anything funny at all. Of course, we didn't blank eachother. How could James blank me when I was walking around his house, getting on with my business, with no clothes on? Answer: He couldn't. And, to be honest, after what had happened yesterday, it felt impossible to blank him either.

It was nice, actually. James spent a lot of the day standing behind me, his (clothed!) body so close to mine that we didn't need the heating on - his body radiated enough to keep me warm. Not that it stopped my nipples become erect everytime he smiled at me, or the scent of my cum filling the room as I wandered around. My thoughts were pre-occupied by all sorts of sexy fantasies throughout the day but James never touched me. I didn't even want him to, I realised. I wass enjoying the comfortable peace that currently occupied our lives.

That was until about 6pm. James wrapped his arms around my waist from behind (we had agreed the day before that hugs wouldn't break the rules) and nuzzled his face in my shoulder. I loved when he did that, and my body responded in such a way that showed it. I let out a small sigh and leaned back against him. His deep voice causing my heart to swell, James murmured,  "I'm going to take you out for dinner tonight whether you like it or not, Phoebe."

"I don't mind cooking, James. Plus, I don't fancy being arrested for indecent public exposure." I felt his arms tighten around my waist and to my shock he lifted me up. I kicked my legs, flailing around like an idiot, shivering as his laugh reverbarated through me. "Let me go!"

"Not until you agree to come out with me tonight," he replied, his mouth right against my ear. When I still refused, James swung me around, grabbing my legs in a very bizarre hold, and took me to my bedroom. He dropped me onto my bed and told me to put some makeup on. I was about to say I couldn't, because I hadn't picked a dress to match the makeup with yet, but stopped myself. He noticed my stumble and sat down next to me with a stupid grin on his face. "I've bought you a dress."

"You did what?" I exclaimed. I jumped up, looking around madly to see where he had hidden it. "Where is? Come on! Gimme gimme!"

James fell back on my bed laughing and nodded towards the wardrobe. I flicked through the clothes before finally finding my new dress. It was short, black and made of a sparkly clingy material that hung off of my hips perfectly. It had a draped neck that hung over my breasts just high enough to leave something to the imagination. All considering, when I put it on I was surprised that it didn't look at all slutty. In fact, it made me look really sophsticated - something I really hadn't expected at all.

Setting about on my makeup, going for dark smokey eyes to make the dress, I kept flicking my eyes back at James who was watching intently as I applied my eyeshadow. I didn't often see a studious look on James' face, sad really because it made him look extra attractive. In the mirror, I saw him leave the room then reappear a few seconds later with a little black satin pouch.

I gave him a curious look but he said nothing until I finished applying my mascara. I sat infront of him on my heels and bounced up and down on the springy mattress. "What's in the bag?"

"I thought you wouldn't notice," he said, pulling the bag back from his pocket. He handed it to me, but didn't remove his hand from the bag until he said, "It isn't that impressive, but I saw it a few days back and thought you'd like it."

Opening the bag, I gasped when I saw the silver necklace. It was a simple silver chain with a gorgeous crystal heart with the letter P in it. I had never seen anything so beautiful and I knew it had to be more expensive than James was letting on. He fastened it around my neck and I studied it as it defracted the light around the room, creating a fantastic rainbow effect. I pulled James into a hug and thanked him about a thousand times. He placed a kiss on my cheek before gently pushing me away and grabbing a pair of high heels from my cupboard.

"Come on, let's get going or we will be late." He took my hand and practically pulled me out the house into a taxi. We made right fools of ourself in the taxi, singing along (very badly) to the cheesy christmas music that blared from the car speakers. I am pretty certain that the taxi driver charged us more than the trip would normally have costed because of our terrible singing... Not that it stayed on my mind for long.

When we got out of the car it was pitch black and I clung to James, afraid to let go and risk tripping over in my high heels. He led me into what looked like a very seedy building. I stopped us right before the door and gripped his arms tightly. "What do I need to expect in there, James?"

His only response was a smile and my mind started racing. What was I? going to find in there? Couples having sex for everyone to see? Pole dancers bearing all? A group orgy? Well, whatever it was that I was expecting, a well decorated hall was not it. There was a plush red carpet, gold leaf on the walls, huge chandeliers from the ceiling and marble tables in the centre of the room. And everyone there was dressed.

My jaw must have hit the floor because James tapped the underside of my chin with his thumb. Before I could say anything, a well dressed man walked over to us and led us to a small table a dark corner of the huge hall. I was completely gobsmacked and couldn't say anything until he returned with a bottle of wine. I downed my glass within a second - which earned me a very amused look from the waiter.

When we were finally left alone, I managed to string a few words together, "James, this place is gorgeous."

"You honestly thought I would take you to some sleazy sex club? I thought you knew me better, Phoebe." James looked legitimately hurt and I reached across the table to take his hand. I started to apologise for thinking the worse but he broke out into a grin. "I'm joking, Pheebs. I know I made this place sound terrible."

"Its been years since you called me that," I said suddenly. A few years back we'd had an argument over something stupid, I can never remember what it was, but after that he'd started using my full name and had never returned to the shortened version even after we sorted it out. For some reason, James using the shortened version made my heart flutter. "Do you remember why you stopped?"

"Of course I remember," James said, looking down at the food that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The food tasted great, but I was more curious as to what James had to say that the gorgeous food in front of me. Through a mouthful, I prompted James to explain which he finally did, "As I recall, we got drunk one night, almost had sex and then you stopped talking to me for a week. You only responded when I called you Phoebe and I guess I just never went back to it." 

"I don't remember that..." I sighed. I remembered being cold with James for a while but it had been years ago and things had returned to normal. Suddenly, without a thought, I blurted out, "I'm sorry if that hurt you, James. I am glad we are back to... well... whatever this is..."

"I think this... Is dinner and then another surprise." We dropped the topic after that and returned to the gentle, not so subtle teasing that we had had before. The dinner was gorgeous. It had been a very long time since I'd eaten anything that good, especially the desert - chocolate honeycomb cheesecake, which was my absolute favourite. Once we'd finished, James led me to a room that came off the main hall to where people were dancing around to beautiful music played by a string quartet.

We danced around with the other couples to the classical music that filled the hall. James held me close the whole night, and we danced far longer than the rest of the guests. It felt wonderful to just be close to him, to let the sweet classical music fill my heart until it felt it would explode. I had never expected something so sweet. When the string quartet finally finished playing, he carried me outside (by this point I had had far more to drink than I probably should have done) and put me down, helping me stumble down the path back home.

I don't remember him putting me to bed but around an hour after I can last remember being awake I woke up with James resting next to me. I turned over so our faces were facing and watched as, eyes still closed, he said, "Don't watch me sleep, Pheebs, it is creepy. Did you enjoy our evening?"

As a response, I leant closer and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. His eyes opened sleepily, but it was clear from his gaze that he was wide awake. His hand slowly slide up my side, taking its time to rest on my hips, before gently tilting my face towards his so our lips touched. I think it started out as what you'd call a friendly kiss but it soon progressed into something much, much more.

James kept his hands behind my head, his fingers wrapped in my hair, and to start I thought that he was still playing by the rules of our bet but I soon realised he was just doing it to wind me up. I liked fast moving guys, I thought it was exciting, and when someone slowed it down I found it almost impossible to bear. It drove me crazy. And I totally loved it.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, somewhat saddened to find him wearing boxers, and pulled him against me. I pressed my chest against his as he slipped one hand down to the small of my back, sending shivers through my body once again. How could he have such an effect on me? 

I could feel him getting hard between my legs and our kissing increased in pitch. James was lightly tracing circles and patterns on to my skin with his nails, the lines getting closer to my ass each time. His warm hand came to rest on my ass cheeks, occasionally squeezing the plump flesh as he pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth. "I think this counts as touching, Pheebs..."

"I think you are possibly right," I replied, tightening my legs around his hips. I didn't care about the bet anymore. I just wanted James. And not as a one night stand, a conquest or as a means of winning a bet. I cupped his face in my hand and kissed him passionately again, not-so-suggestively grinding my bare pussy against his cock. "Did we decide a forfeit, James?"

"What do you mean?" His voice was lower than usual, barely a whisper, but it was filled with lust. James clearly had other things on his mind than talking but he indulged me.

"I think we both lost the bet... So... What now?"

"Do you need to ask?" James replied, planting another kiss on my lips. He rolled me over so he was on top of me, and kissed my neck all the way down to my nipples - which he then took into his mouth, gently sucking on them. Massaging my breasts, giving them more attention than they'd ever received before, he started nibbling on the soft skin with his perfect teeth before trailing a further line of kisses down to my pussy.

Without a warning, his tongue started tracing circles over my throbbing clit until I really couldn't bare anymore. My breathing became heavy and my hips started to twitch as my orgasm grew near. I closed my eyes, stars still in my vision, and all I felt was ecstacy. Just as I was about to cum, James pulled away and planted a small kiss just above my clit. He held my hips still and waiting until my trembling stopped before carrying on.

I let out a gasp when he inserted two fingers into my (very heavily) self lubricated pussy. For a moment, he did nothing, just left his fingers still for my pussy to get use to it, but then i felt his fingers curl inside me and almost immediately find my g-spot. Another great gasp escaped my lips and I squirmed beneath James' strong grip, trying desperately to get him to hit that sweet spot again. James was a lot stronger than me, though, and I failed miserably. When I finally gave up and sunk back into the matress, he suddenly started his assault again.

He hooked his fingers onto my g-spot just as he returned his mouth to my clit. It overloaded my senses and James wasn't fast enough to pull away before orgasm took over. His strong grip around my waist stopped me from thrashing too much, and I managed to avoid knocking him with flailing limbs - although I didn't have any control over my body as I came.

When I was finally able to open my eyes, and the muscles in my pussy released James' fingers, he pulled away and lay beside me. His cock was rock solid and I wanted nothing more than to feel him, unclothed, within me. This time it was me that climbed on top of James, my hands pressing down on his chest to stop him from moving. I pulled his boxers down with my teeth and then took him in my mouth.

He was practically ready to cum without me needed to suck him off so I climbed onto him, taking him all the way inside me. I rode him to orgasm, both his and mine. I collapsed on to his chest, his cock still inside me, our joint cum leaking down my legs. Looking up at James' beautiful face, I said, "Happy christmas, James."

"Merry Christmas, Pheobe," he sighed. We lay in silence for quite a while, neither of us wanting to say anything to ruin the moment.  Eventually, James pulled out of me and gave me another kiss. He seemed deep in thought when he finally spoke again. "You know that if you can't pay the rent, I might have to get a new lodger."

"What?" I exclaimed, shooting up. James simply laced his fingers through mine and pulled me back to his side. "You can't kick me out!"

"I never said anything of the sort, Phoebe. If you moved into my room with me, then you wouldn't need this room anymore. I am sure that we can find someone who wouldn't mind a husband and wife having sex every night."

"What?" I repeated, completely unable to collect my thoughts. "James... I don't know what to say... I mean... Don't feel like you need to do this just because we... well... you know!"

James squeezed my hand and smiled. He reached across me, picking up something from the table beside my bed. "I didn't know this would happen, Pheebs. I was going to ask you anyway. Phoebe Katherine Murray, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

I looked at the ring before me, in a box I had seen lying around the house for months and, for some reason, began laughing. James seemed concerned but relaxed when I kissed him and slipped the ring on my finger. "Of course I will marry you, James."

Whilst I hadn't won the bet, I think it is fair to say that I won something far better.


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