Jeremy Sterling: Compromised

Megan was focused on Carmen, holding her hand and hugging her. She listened to the detective, but otherwise ignored him. Her sister was her world right now.

Then Carmen started crying again. “I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have broken up with him. I knew it would make him angry and make him do this.”

Megan felt anger welling up again, but before she could speak, the detective voiced her thoughts for her.

“ Don't! The only person at fault here is him. Never think for a minute that you deserved this, or that you earned it. He assaulted you. This is a serious crime. He is looking at jail time, and possibly prison. Him, not you, because he 's the bad guy here.”

Carmen nodded, and seemed to draw some strength from his words.

Megan gave him an appreciative smile. Carmen had heard this from Megan before, but hearing it from an alpha male like Muscles here was far better. “What's your name, detective?”

“ Eric Fletcher.”

“ Nice to meet you, Detective Fletcher.” She held his eyes for what she knew was longer than proper.

That was who Eric was, Megan thought. She felt a warmth rising within her. Why was she letting petty stuff like household chores get in the way of what should be a happy marriage to a good man?

Eric was almost done loading the washing machine. She had been staring at his muscles all morning, it seemed, and she now wanted to feel them — not with her hands, but with her skin. She wanted the touch of her breasts against his pecs, her arms around his neck, and her thighs against his legs. An idea suddenly struck her. She saw a chair in the laundry room, and she picked it up.

The noise of the chair scraping on the cement floor attracted Eric's attention. He still looked annoyed. “Are you checking up on me to make sure I did it?”

Megan wanted to defuse his mood. “No, I just like to watch you do stuff. I like to watch you move. I love your body.”

Eric gave a half smile, as if he wasn't sure whether she was humoring him. He closed the lid on the washing machine and started it.

When he turned to leave, Megan was standing right in front of him, her body inches from his. Megan watched him start in surprise.

She reached up and put her hands around his neck, and gave him a sultry smile. “You aren't done yet.”

His smile was more genuine now. “Oh?”

“ There are a few other pieces of clothing that need to be washed.” Megan moved closer to him, and kept moving, pushing him backwards. She steered him toward the chair. When Eric's legs were up against it, Megan slid her hands down Eric's thighs, and pushed down, indicating he should sit.

He sat, looking up at her with the expression of a kid being told Christmas was now every month.

Megan slowly walked behind him, letting her hands run over the firm muscles she had been admiring earlier. When she came around the other side of the chair, she stepped her leg across his body and sat down on Eric's lap, straddling his hips. She couldn't feel an erection yet, but that was a situation she could fix.

She crossed her hands in front of her breasts, and let her fingers slide down along her curves until her nails were able to lift the bottom hem of her black baby doll t-shirt. She curled her fingers underneath, and watched Eric's eyes as she slowly lifted the shirt up, first exposing a firm stomach, then the underside of her bra, and finally the tops of her breasts. She pulled the shirt over her head, gave what she hoped was a sultry twirl, and threw it on top of the washing machine.

Eric's hands were immediately touching her stomach. He felt the flat expanse of her midriff, curved his strong fingers around her waist, and moved them up to caress the skin of her breasts.

Megan smiled down on him. She knew he liked her body. She went to yoga three days a week, and pilates classes on the other four, and she was proud of how it paid off. She felt the stiffening of his cock in his pants, and she rubbed up against him to show she knew it was there.

She felt his hands leave her breasts and move toward her back. He was going to undo her bra. She leaned back to put the straps out of reach, and pushed his hands down, giving him a look that said, no, she was going to do it herself. Her hands pushed the shoulder straps off of her shoulder, and Eric immediately started touching her neck. He always complimented her when she wore tube tops and strapless dresses. She knew he thought her shoulders and neck were beautiful. She let her neck swan backward in response to his touch.

Reaching behind to undo her own brassiere had the bonus affect of thrusting her chest forward. Eric's hands began playing with the edges of her bra in anticipation.

Megan laughed to herself. She was going to make sure he understood the “tease” part of “striptease”. She gave one thrust against his pelvis, and then stood up, pulling her breasts out of his reach. She turned away from him as she undid the bra clasp, and kept her back facing him as she threw her bra on top of the washing machine. When she turned around again, an arm was crossed in front of both breasts. Eric smiled as he finally recognized what she was doing. “You haven't flirted and teased me like this in years. What got into you?”

“ I think you mean, what's gonna get into me.” She looked at his crotch to emphasize the point. Her right hand undid the fly of her jeans as she began to sway her hips in front of Eric's face.

She turned her back again so she could push her jeans down. Megan remembered that she was wearing her practical cotton panties, and felt regret. She doubted Eric would complain, but she wished she was wearing something sexier.

Eric whistled as her jeans slid to the floor, and she kicked them off, along with her shoes. She felt his hands touch her flanks, and knead the flesh of her ass. She flexed appreciatively, and pressed her hips back into his hands.

Keeping her back to him, and her left arm on her breasts, she sat back down on his lap. She spread her legs wide so she could feel his hard cock press against her clit. “God, I am getting so horny”, she moaned. She undulated her hips on top of his cock, advertising just how wet she was.

Eric ran his hands along her sides, hips, and thighs. He moved them back up, feathering the soft skin of her inner thighs. He was planning to touch her between her legs, she could tell.

The washing machine entered the spin cycle, which brought the passage of time to her attention. “Eric, do you have time to make love to me before work?”

“ Not if I want to do it right.” he was toying with her clit through the damp cotton fabric of her panties.

“ Then do it wrong.”

Eric's hands went underneath her legs, and he stood up, carrying her with him. She was surprised when he set her down on top of the washing machine. She opened her legs for him.

He stepped closer and kissed her. “I won't settle for wrong.”

A wave of pleasure coursed through Megan's body. The vibrations from the spinning washing machine were pounding her clitoris. She moaned, and pulled Eric closer to her, hoping to change his mind. Get your cock in me now, dammit.

Eric knew the effect the machine was having on her, and simply held her thighs down, while kissing her.

The vibrations quickly became too much for Megan. She opened her mouth wide in a low moan as she came.

Eric kissed her once more, and headed up the stairs. “Tonight,” was all he said before he left for work.

Megan looked forward to the end of her shift all day. She spent the better part of every hour reliving their encounter in the laundry room. At one point, she had been reviewing the results of an MRI, and part of the image struck her as vaguely phallic. She suddenly recalled how Eric's cock had felt rubbing up against her. She had moaned in response, drawing a concerned question from the patient. She had answered that she was impressed by the size of the patient's cerebellum.