Take Me Away | | to chapter THREE




> Bret! Where are you? Geez, I’ve been waiting, and you know how impatient I get.

Aloree sat staring at the computer screen, waiting desperately for him to reply. He wasn’t online earlier, she knew, because he would have replied back to his offline messages–especially the one she sent him. Twenty minutes flew past and still no answer. She gritted her teeth and walked from the office to grab a small snack. She grabbed a few grapes, put them in a bowl and rinsed them off. After popping a few in her mouth, she was headed away from the kitchen, but the phone stopped her.

"Hello." She sat the bowl down on the counter and leaned against it.

"Aloree..." Aloree froze in place. She couldn’t believe it. The shock she had almost ended in her dropping the phone and shattering it into pieces, but she gathered herself.

"D-Damien?" Was he really calling her? From work? She wanted to tell him to wait a moment so she could put the phone down and start jumping for joy. Ever since he was assigned to a higher managerial position, he never called her from his workplace. Now, here he was. A small smile crept along her lips and her pearly whites appeared.

"Aloree, do me a favor." Damien ordered her. It wasn’t even a question, more like a command. Aloree rolled her eyes. So, he was just calling her so she could do something for him.

That moment sure was short lived.

"What?" She felt very impersonal towards him. She picked up another grape and scanned it over for any brown spots before putting it in her mouth. As soon as her mandibles crushed the grape, the juice lathered up her tongue and her eyes fluttered.

"Go to our room and look on my desk. I think I accidentally left a sheet of paper that I was working on last night somewhere on there. It should be in an envelope. When you find it, come to the parking lot and I’ll have my secretary meet you down there," Damien spoke in a hurry. He must have been busy doing something else and was in a rush to get off the phone with her. Whatever the problem was, she could tell by the urgency in his voice that he really needed that paper.

"Alright, gotta go," he hung up without saying another word. Aloree couldn’t believe him.

"The nerve!" she shrieked and slammed the phone back on the hook. Her online conversation was just going to have to be postponed until she came back.





"Mrs. Brown," Glenda acknowledged her boss’ wife. Aloree had just arrived in the parking lot and was headed towards the lobby. Before she could even take a step inside, Glenda appeared.

"Oh. Hello Glenda," the smile on her face was forced. She didn’t feel happy seeing that woman. She had a damn good reason too.

She simply spent much more time with her husband than she did. Yea, she knew she had a jealousy problem. She wasn’t afraid to admit it, but if someone addressed her about it, she would lie to the fullest extent.

Besides, who wouldn’t be jealous of the female who stood 5'6, adorning a silk, red blouse with a soft tint of red lipstick coated smoothly over her lips. Aloree almost gawked when she noticed just how small the woman’s shirt was to her full, voluptuous breasts that seemed to perk upwards. Her cleavage was slightly exposed–she had not buttoned her shirt, and the push-up bra really threw modesty from her vocabulary. Her small waist was something to behold and her tight ass that fit snugly in her skirt was something that would make all men crave, and every woman envy.

"Do you have that envelope for Mr. Brown?" Glenda asked and her smile widened. Aloree felt like rolling her eyes in disgust at this woman. She took the envelop from the inside of her coat pocket and waved it in the air. Glenda tried to grab it with her freshly manicured digits, but Aloree brought it towards her chest.

"Oh, don’t worry about it Glenda. I’ll save you the trouble and give it to him myself," she walked past Glenda, slightly brushing her, and walked inside the lobby. She went towards the elevator and pressed the button signaling his floor.

On the inside, she felt gleeful, but on the outside, she suppressed her excitement. This was the first time that she was going to see his workplace–his office. She had a feeling that he probably didn’t want to see her, but hell, she needed to see him. Anyway, she wanted to see what was so much more important to him that made him neglect her at home. Being a homemaker, like he suggested she should do, was not her cup of tea. She was always bored and had nothing else to do. However, it did help her to meet her online friend.

In his office, Damien was completely unaware that his wife was only a few yards away. She felt ashamed that she had to ask around just to find her husband’s office. Shouldn’t she already know where it was?

After an anxious five minutes passing, she finally spotted his door. She snatched the envelope from her pocket and knocked on the his office door.

"Come in!" he practically barked, and Aloree had to calm her heartbeat before walking inside.

Take Me Away | | to chapter FOUR



Aloree at least hoped that he wasn’t paying attention to who walked in the door. She expected to face the leather back of his swivel chair, but instead, the first thing she saw as soon as she came inside the room was his piercing, brown orbs. His jaw sure seemed to drop and the pen he held in his hand fell from his grasp.

"What are you doing here?" he verbally spoke the first thing that came to his mind. Aloree stood there with the envelope in her hand. She placed her hand on her hip and a frown crossed her face.

"You forgot already? You wanted me to deliver this..." Damien silenced her by raising his hand in the air.

"I wanted Glenda to deliver it to me," he corrected her. He shook his head from side to side and rubbed his aching temples.

"What’s the difference?" she could feel her anger rising, "Oh, I know. I’m your wife, who you want to stay at home and do nothing, and she’s the sexy secretary that you get to look at all day. Tell me if I’m close."

Damien grit his teeth and had to relax his jaw to calm his anger. It was so funny how she always brought out the worst in him. His anger always surfaced and he could hardly get it to subside when she was around.

"Just give it to me," Damien said coldly, clenching and unclenching his fists drawn over the desk. He was not up to having an argument with her. He’d simply let her win this one so he wouldn’t have to deal with it in his office. He didn’t want to risk losing anything.

"Say the magic word..." Aloree cooed, instantaneously changing her mood into a more playful manner. Her pearly whites flashed him a welcome as she walked towards his desk and made herself comfortable in one of the leather seats.

"Aloree..." He was not in the mood.

"Damien..." She still held onto the envelop and waved it in front of her, tempting him.

"Listen. Let’s not play around, this is getting..."

"Why won’t you just lighten up a bit? Geez, Damien...must everyday be so..." Damien’s eyes narrowed and he seemed to be looking at her through his brow.

"Aloree. The envelope."

She sighed in defeat and was just about to hand what he so desired from her when the voice box startled her and she dropped it.

"Damien, sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Colbert would like to see you now," Glenda informed him. To Aloree’s selective ear, Glenda carried a hint of seduction hidden in her voice. She was unsure if Damien heard the same. She wished he did not.

"Alright, tell him I’ll be there in a few minutes," Damien released the call button and focused his attention back to his wife. Her pleading eyes seemed to be fighting with his, but she knew she wouldn’t win. It was useless. Damien scratched the back of his neck and looked at the gold watch adorning his wrist.

"You should leave. I don’t want it to get too dark and you’re still on the road." Aloree had to chuckle. What type of nonsense was he talking? There wasn’t even the slightest suggestion that the sun was setting.

"Plus, I wouldn’t mind having some baked chicken, slathered with rice, broccoli and cheese on the side." As if on cue, his tongue began to salivate and he had to control his hunger pangs. Earlier in the morning, he had to rush to get to work and couldn’t grab a bite to eat from the kitchen for a quick breakfast because he overslept. Still, he didn’t receive adequate hours of sleep. The loose bulges underneath both eyes proved it.

"Well, here’s your lousy envelope," Aloree flung the distasteful paper on his desk and shot up from her seat. She headed out towards his office and hoped he would say something, anything, but he did not even attempt calling her name or telling her to come back.

"Bye Mrs. Brown," Glenda rolled her name smoothly from her tongue and grinned. Her polished lips curled into a sassy smile.

"Office whore," Aloree mumbled under her breath and headed towards her car, away from her husband’s building. For her first time going into his office, she couldn’t believe how awful of an encounter it was.

Her day sure was going by great.

Take Me Away | | to chapter FIVE



> Bret, I’m soooooooooo sorry
> I had no idea that I was leaving. Honest!
> oh, it’s perfectly fine. I didn’t mind
> =) I’m so glad you understand
> so, my love, tell me what’s been bothering u
> i couldn’t help to not overlook the offline message u sent
> Oh, Bret...I’m honestly questioning whether my husband loves me or not
> It just hurts because I don’t think that he does
> =(
> Take today for example, I went to his office and he seemed so pissed that I was there
> He’s just making me so ANGRY !!!!!
> calm down. Ur too sexy to be letting that man get to u
> really, he’s not worth it if he’s hurting u like this
> u deserve to be treated better
> MUCH better
> If that’s true, why does he not THINK so? =(
> he’s a dumbass, Alo
> =) You know, you’re the only one who calls me that, lol
> that’s because I care about ur feelings =)
> Apparently, you’re the ONLY one =(
> well, that’s what makes what we have so much special
> but listen, I have to go and get my hair cut
> ttyl love!
> =( ALREADY? But I just got on...you can’t just leave me that fast
> Who am I going to talk to now?
> i PROMISE that I’ll get on later
> love you Alo!
> Love you too, Bret!
> Wait! Bret! Bret!
> yea?
> Can I tell you something? =\
> sure...
> Sometimes...I wish that I wasn’t married to Damien...
> ...
> um, what do u mean?
> Just...sometimes I wish I was with you....that’s all
> i would love that too
> u don’t know HOW much I would love that
> i’d get to show u exactly what love is
> =) I’d like that
> u’d get to FEEL what love is too
> =\ What?
> i’ll tell you later! bye!
> Bye! =(

A frown disturbed Aloree’s previously pleasant face. She hated when Bret had to leave her. Some days, she wished that she could talk to him forever. The last message he sent made her wonder and she flipped over what he was probably trying to say repeatedly in her mind.

Was he suggesting that they should be together? Oh, how much she wished that.

Damien just wasn’t pleasing her anymore. Their love was dwindling. Her physical attraction to him remained strong however–she couldn’t deny how sexy of a man he was–broad, masculine, contoured shoulders situated atop bulging arm muscles and a flat, chiseled stomach decorated with abs. His strong jaw line always caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand upright. She couldn’t resist his deep brown, tantalizing eyes, and his husky voice and manly scent coated with cologne sent her body into tremors.

She longed to feel him. Just for one night, she wanted to feel him inside her like old times, but it was pretty hopeless.

Aloree turned her head to look at the clock on the table. She sighed heavily and sat herself up.

Her husband would be home any minute. She better get his food out the oven and set it on the table for him.




Aloree picked at the melted cheese and broccoli with her fork. She stirred the contents around on the glass plate before dropping her fork and staring straight ahead at her husband. Truth is, she wasn’t that hungry. Damien insisted that she put something on her plate anyway. He explained that he thought she was getting too skinny and she needed more meat on her bones. Aloree cursed him under her breath and was forced to put something on her plate to eat.

The table was silent.

Too silent.

Aloree could hear the clink of his silverware hitting the glass plate and she even heard him chewing on his food. She watched him from across the table, as his jaw clenched and unclenched when he chewed his food.

How she wanted to just trace the contour of his jaw line with her digit!

She licked her dry lips and stared back down at the food. She placed her hands neatly in her lap, atop the napkin covering her pants, and gazed back at him.

"Damien...," she started.

He didn’t look up.

"D-Damien...," she stammered. She noted the change in his demeanor. He dropped his fork and it rattled through the air. He lifted his eyes from his plate, perturbed.

"H-How was work?"

"Fine."

He picked up his fork and began filling his mouth with the delicious meal. He could care less what came from her mouth. Aloree shook her head from side to side. Time and time again, she tried to stir up conversation between the two of them, but their dinners were always so mundane and dull.

She wished she had children. At least, that would demand her attention. She could spend her house wife days tending to them–bathing them, feeding them, watching them, and loving them. A daughter would be nice. Maybe a son would be better. She just needed to feel loved by someone. The phone call earlier with Evelyn ran through her mind.

If he really loved her, why did he have to be so difficult? Why couldn’t he just express himself? Just those words would be enough. A little kiss here, smooch there, maybe even a hug would be sufficient.

Aloree’s constant thoughts forced her to excuse herself and she left the table to head towards the nearest bathroom. She tried to control the tears and only start crying once she entered the bathroom, but she couldn’t. Her hands shot to her eyes as she hid her face from him and ran to the bathroom. Inside, she slammed the door shut and slid her back against the closed door.

Her muffles echoed throughout the house. Her body curled inwards into a fetal position, and she buried her head into her knees. Her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, and her back still was pressed against the wooden, bathroom door.

With Damien, he couldn’t take another bite. After Aloree excused herself, he couldn’t help but hear the sorrow in the tone of her voice, and he heard her sniffling before she even went to the bathroom. When she slammed the door, his heartbeat quickened and his anxiety increased. He knew what he had to do, but, was he going to do it?

Take Me Away | | to chapter SIX


"Aloree."

He called her name once, twice, three times. He stood in front of the bathroom door, hearing her stifled sniffles that tormented his ears.

"Aloree, please."

He knocked on the door, hoping she would open it for him. The first time that he called her name, she immediately locked it so he wouldn’t just barge in.

"Leave me alone!" Hot tears still poured from her puffy eyes and Damien’s face softened. One thing he hated more than anything was having her cry. He couldn’t stand hearing her throaty sobs. They always triggered memories of the first time he seen her cry. He couldn’t bear to see that again and he always blamed himself when it happened.

"Aloree, open the door."

"No!"

He rattled the doorknob and she still hadn’t unlocked it.

"Come on out."

"Get away from me, Damien! I hate you!" She screamed.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, but every time she said that, it hurt him more and more. Of course, he knew it wasn’t true, but just for those words to come from her lips stung his heart.

"Aloree, come on now, please. Let’s just talk, ok?"

He tried to reason with her. Maybe she’d agree.

She didn’t.

The time that passed reached ten minutes and still, Damien wasn’t going to give up on her. Whatever was bothering her, he wanted to address it, even if he had a clear idea of what it was.

"Aloree, unlock the door and come out."

Inside, Aloree shook her head from left to right and ignored his attempts to get her to come from her haven. She was too exhausted and fed up with everything. So, she stayed in there. Her legs lacked the strength to boost herself up. Her lids were tired and she was emotionally withdrawn. His pleads went to deaf ears as she curled herself even tighter and closed her eyes.





It was completely quiet on the other side. She couldn’t hear a thing except the crickets that sang in the night, calling their mates and saying hello to the glowing, crescent moon.

Aloree gathered the strength she needed and sat up from the floor. She didn’t know what time it was, but she knew it was late enough–probably past two o’clock. Damien had to be sleep so she could easily sneak into their bedroom unnoticed and climb into bed without waking him up.

Aloree twisted the doorknob and peeked outside. Her vantage point was clear and she walked out, headed towards the stairs. She noticed that Damien had cleared the kitchen table and the dinner that was left over was gone. He must have put it in the refrigerator so it wouldn’t go to waste. She walked past the back of the upholstered couch. Her slippers grazed the carpet and all was quiet until a warm, mildly damp touch wrapped itself around her small wrist.

She jumped and covered her gasping mouth with the open palm of her hand. Damien groaned at the noise and still held on firmly to her wrist. She looked down at him. He looked uncomfortable sleeping on that couch.

"Why aren’t you in bed?" Her voice was softer to his ears.

Aloree was shocked to see him on the couch. He never slept on it before.

"I should be asking you the same question."

The corner of her lip curled upwards and his hand lazily slid down her wrist, to her hand, and back down to his side. A throaty groan filled the air again as Damien rubbed his temples and looked to his side at the clock sitting on the table to his left.

"Couldn’t sleep," he started again, breaking the silence between them. Aloree remained in her spot behind the couch. She couldn’t remove her eyes from him. His lips were slightly parted and soft beads of perspiration coated his forehead. What remained on his chest was his bare, human flesh. His shirt was thrown somewhere near the smaller couch. His distinct, musky male odor was intoxicating to Aloree, and she felt her arousal begin to deepen.

"Why?" Aloree dragged on their conversation. This one seemed to be the most peaceful yet. Probably because he seemed barely conscious of all that was happening. Sleep still lurked in his eyes. His lids appeared heavy and his breathing was slow.

"Waiting for you." He pushed himself up, leaned his back against the couch, and brought his head back.

Again, another groan.

"Maybe you should get some sleep. Work is in another," she glanced at the clock, "four hours."

"I’m fine."

There he was again with that same ‘I’m fine’ line. Aloree hated when he just couldn’t tell her the truth. She knew he was tired, more specifically, sleepy, but he never admitted it.

"Well, come on. Let’s go to bed."

She walked towards the stairs. She ascended them once she heard him get up and his feet shuffling along the floor.

They were going to bed.

when you gon update this

awww .... someone's still interested in this story?

Um....I might try to update this either later on tonight or just tomorrow. I have a Spanish exam tomorrow so I need to study, but when I take that break from studying, I think I might just try to update it.

=)

Take Me Away | | to chapter SEVEN



> Bret!
> =)
> hello love
> =( I’ve missed you!
> We haven’t talked in days!
> Where have you been, lol
> sorry, I was with some friends the other day
> and they didn’t have a computer
> I missed talking to u though
> =) So, how was your day?
> i couldn’t stop thinking about u
> Me too!
> Hey, do you remember what
> you last told me?
> The last time we were online?
> ...?
> About me feeling love...
> oh!
> that!
> yea...lol
> don’t worry about that
> i was just talking...
> Now Bret! lol
> =)
> What was it that you had to say ?
> that was when we were talking about
> us being together rite?
> yea...lol
> You said you’ll tell me what it meant later
> =) This is later, lol
> naw, I just meant that if me and u were together
> i’d make u feel happy and loved
> that’s all
> =)
> You make me feel happy right now
> i know, but i mean, u’d REALLY feel happy
> =\ what do you mean?
> i’d give ur body the attention it needs
> first, i’d undress u with my eyes before layin u down on the bed and taking off ur clothes
> Bret! =)
> Where is this coming from?
> Someone’s horny, lol
> then, I’d palm the back of ur head while giving u a passionate kiss on the lips
> lol, you’re funny
> while i’m kissing ur full, tender lips, my fingers would glide down ur
> soft skin and slowly knead ur perky breasts through ur shirt
> lmfao, ok Bret
> and while i’m doing that, ur back would arch and ur breasts would rub against my chest
> and i’ll peel ur shirt from ur sweet, tender body n move my lips down to ur throat
> and then nibble and kiss ur delectable skin and i’ll go lower
> lower to ur breasts and suck ur dark nipples
> OMG Bret! Your making me wet! =)
> shhh, don’t talk, just open ur legs wider for me baby
> What are you doing?
> u’ve never heard of cybersex, baby?
> Yea, I’ve heard of it but never did it before ...
> there’s a first time for everything
> open ur legs for me sexy...just like that
> ohhhh...i can see ur wet panties
> are u shaved?
> yes...
> Bret, I don’t feel right doing this.
> I don’t want my husband to find out.
> well, don’t tell him love
> simple as that
> ok
> oh, ur so sexy, open ur legs wider for me
> ok
> My legs move further apart, wider so you can see my panties
> yes...just like that
> my hard dick is throbbing to feel ur moist lips
> wrapped around it...mmmm
> =)
> now, slowly, take off ur panties for me baby
> nice and slow
> I take off my panties slowly for you so you can see my wet pussy
> I feel so naughty!
> u’re my naughty little sex kitten
> lol !
> i trail my wet tongue down the valley between ur breasts and down ur stomach
> i slip my tongue in and out of ur belly button and you moan my name
> moan my name love
> what? =\
> say my name Alo
> Bret....?
> say it like u mean it baby
> like u moanin
> Bret !
> i guess that will have to do =\
> my wet tongue dips in ur belly button one more time and i grab the backs of ur thighs and shove ur wet twat to my awaiting lips
> Bret, this is turning me on !
> I’m so wet!
> me too...my dick’s just throbbing to really feel u
> i can smell ur sex in my nose and my dick gets erect till the point that it’s hard and rising at attention
> my tongue swirls circles around your lips and i grip and massage ur thick, sexy thighs
> my chin nuzzles ur soft mound of pubic hair resting atop ur warm pussy
> i go back to ur sex and blow on ur gapin, wet, hot pussy
> my dick is just throbbing and waiting to enter inside u
> then my mouth clamps down on ur pussy and my lips pull ur moist lips and i lick every bit of juice oozing from ur love hole
> and i lift up my hand and wet it with my tongue, and slowly probe ur swollen clit with my thumb
> i feel ur body start to shiver underneath my tongue
> and i keep ur body still and keep
> rolling my tongue in ur pussy n i slowly insert one finger into that sexy pussy
> mmmm...yes Bret...that feels so good
> Keep going
> my finger goes into ur pussy and ur walls tighten around it just like how it
> would be on my dick that’s starting to get pre-cum on the tip
> i take my finger from ur twat and lick ur sexy cum from my finger
> and i slide that finger back up ur body and raise up to put that finger in ur mouth
> That tastes so good!
> i suck the remaining cum off my finger and begin playin with ur breasts again
> oh yes...fuck Bret...that feels good
> then I ....

Aloree couldn’t resist what she was doing. Her body reacted to his words in such a strong way that she slowly begin to grind tantalizingly slow up and down on the computer chair. She bit her lip and untied her hair so it could hang loosely on her shoulders. Her nipples turned to beady pebbles and her pussy moistened and if she wanted to slip a finger inside, all she had to do was remove her pants and slip her panties to the side. She was lubricated enough.

Her eyes widened in amazement at what Bret wanted to do to her. She imagined his rough hands traveling up and down her soft skin. Her own hands moved towards her breast and kneaded them with her palms. Aloree pushed her bra down so she could twist her sore nipples. She leaned back in the computer chair, reading the new messages Bret sent her, and closed her eyes, moistened her lips, and moaned touching herself.

She never did it before–the cybersex part anyway–and she loved it.

Waves of pleasure threw her body into a fit and she slid her fingers down to her very hot core beckoning to be touched. She widened her legs and opened her eyes again to read the new message he sent.

> I’m pumping my dick into u and ur takin it, ur nails are diggin into my back n I’m groaning and sweats dripping down my chest and ur moaning in ecstasy while I...

Aloree had enough.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She threw her head back. Her legs widened even more, feeling the pleasure of his words ringing in her body. Her own pussy began throbbing, truly feeling the sensuality of having his dick ram into her. She couldn’t hold back the eruption taking place inside her.

She quickly threw her leg on the desk, removed her pants, pushed the small cloth of her panties to the side, and inserted two fingers into her awaiting sex.

She curled her fingers inside, plunging them to her swollen walls and moaned louder and louder.

Her other hand twisted and pulled at both nipples.

Her breathing became rapid. Her throat wheezed.

She was almost there.

Almost there.

She grinded her body against her fingers, quickening the pace, imagining Bret’s dick inside of her.

Her pussy pulsated even more.

Her wetness increased.

Her heart beat increased.

Her eyes closed.

She inserted a third, curled finger and rigorously pumped it inside of her. She opened her legs, spread eagle, even wider for greater access and used her thumb to massage her extremely swollen clitoris. She felt the blood rushing. Her breathing increased. Her body tingled. Prickly sensations flew from her head to her toes. Her hips rocked even faster on her digits.

She felt it.

It was coming.

Wet tears poured from her excited, fluttering eyes.

Her body began to jerk.

It felt electrifying.

Her leg began to tremor.

She bucked her hips once more before reaching that splendid, exhausting high.
A smile of relief graced her face and she couldn’t open her eyes. The chimes from the instant messages that Bret sent her didn’t free her from that heaven she was in.




Downstairs, Damien had just entered the door using his keys, loosened his tie, and kicked off his shoes. The first thing he noticed was the scent in the air.

There was none.

He walked into the kitchen and didn’t see any dinner on the table. The stove wasn’t even on. Walking around on the first floor, he looked for Aloree to question her about his dinner, but couldn’t find her. He flung his suit jacket on the back of the couch and eased his way up the stairs.




Aloree’s body had not felt such great release in such a long time. She never visited that peak in months, even years.

The sticky fluid that squirted from her clung to the computer seat and some even reached the screen. A seductive grin came over her and she swiped her finger across the seat, scooping up some of her inner juices and grazed it across her lips.

She tasted herself and moaned, sucking her finger.

She closed her messenger window with Bret after giving him a fond–very fond–goodbye, and quickly began putting on her clothes once she realized what time it was.

Damien would be home any minute.

As she gathered up her pants, slid her bra up to cradle her breasts snugly back in place, she headed towards the door. Her head was facing the ground trying to raise her pants over her full thighs. She inched her legs slowly inside and shifted her weight from foot to foot.

Just as she took a step outside the door, her head crashed into Damien’s solid chest.

A barely audible gasp broke free from her lips.

"D-Damien. When did you get here?"