Chapter 1
This was a precursor story, a short, created during the writing of my novel ‘Philippa and Cyn’, available on Smashwords:
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“I'm parked outside on the street.”
“Good evening dearest, drive to the end and turn left, you'll come to a gateway, I'll meet you there.”
The line went dead. He started the engine of the pick-up, turned on the lights and pulled out. Fifty yards around the corner was a gateway, and he pulled up the ramp. The headlights picked out a short but curvaceous figure moving to one side of the gate. There was an impression of long legs and a short dress. The gate slid open, and he could see it was her. The long legs were clad in black stockings and what he had taken for a dress looked to be a silk housecoat, belted at the waist and pulled tight, emphasizing the curves of her breasts.
He drove into the complex and stopped to wait for her. The passenger door opened and she slid in. As she sat down, the housecoat rode up, revealing a length of leg and a glimpse of stocking top and suspender. He could feel his anticipation, which had been building all evening as he'd driven toward the city, turning to arousal and hunger. She always had this effect on him. No matter how much he tried to stay away, she'd ring, and he'd be at her beck and call. This time it had started with a call.
“Hi, I've moved into a new apartment, come and have a look, come Saturday night.”
And now was Saturday.
“Good evening, sweetie, how are you?”
He leant across to kiss her lips and smelt her intoxicating aroma and a whiff of perfume. Her lips met his briefly, tantalisingly, and full of promise.
“Drive to the end, turn left, and then look for a parking space as far down as you can find.”
He put the pick-up into first and edged forward, leaving his hand atop the gear lever. Her hand rested on his, her fingers insinuating their way between his and lifting his hand onto her thigh. There was the feel of lace stockings, the warmth of her hand and an electric tingle up his arm. He caught his breath as his heart rate rose. Turning to the left, they drove slowly past a garden bed of palms and ferns which shaded the drive from the street lights. She slid his hand up her thigh. He felt the warmth of her smooth skin and then suddenly, as she guided his fingers towards her centre, a touch of moistness through her lace panties.
“Park there, on the right.”
Almost in shock, he snatched his hand away and to the steering wheel. The pick-up swung into the bay, he selected neutral and pulled on the handbrake. He turned to look at her, she was smiling, and he raised his finger to his mouth and tasted her.
“Come on, the apartment is over there.”
They stepped out and into the night. It was warm and humid, with the scent of jasmine overwhelming that of the cooling engine. He held a bottle of her favourite red wine in his right hand as she took his left and led him towards one of the downstairs apartments. He could hear people chatting on balconies, TVs through open windows, and the clicking of her heels on the concrete. He was very conscious that one fingertip was still wet. She dropped his hand as they reached the door, and she produced a key from a pocket. Inside was long and narrow, a kitchen work surface to the left, a table with wine glasses to the right, then beyond the kitchen, a sofa stretched to the end of the room, facing a large TV. Off to the right was a darkened corridor.
He took all this in with a glance as he put the wine down on the table. She went to the arm of the sofa, turned to face him and leant back against it. There was no time for words, they would come later. He went to her arms and bent to kiss her, the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. The kiss was long and passionate, warm and wet, inviting and arousing. He'd been hard since the touch of moistness in the car, but now it was pulsing with his heartbeat. The kiss ended, and he moved back to reach down to her belt. The silk slipped undone, and it fell apart to reveal a black basque trimmed with red lace, heavy breasts mounding atop the lace, stockings and, the sign of a woman who knows what she wants, the panties over the suspenders. A shudder of excitement rose through him as his hands cupped her breasts. His lips kissed hers, then both breasts, then, as he slowly went to his knees, the gap between the basque and her panties. His hands slid down the sides of her bodice, almost unwilling to leave those breasts he craved so much, until they reached the thin strings at her waist. Taking a gentle hold, he pulled downwards, and she parted her legs to let the thin material come away from her quim. She stepped out of the lace as it reached the floor, and his hands rose to part her trimmed bush and reveal her glistening lips. Kissing gently, his tongue probed forward until it found her clitoris, lingered and then withdrew as his lips moved in to suck. Her hands pressed his face to her, she shuddered, and a cry escaped her lips. Her fingers ran through his long locks as he licked and sucked, her moistness starting to run down his chin. Her cries became groans, and he could feel her knees buckling as his hands held her hips. He drank from her and his tongue probed deeper.
With a sudden gasp and a shudder, she held his head and pulled him upward until he relented, abandoned the delicious taste of her and stood up. His hands flew to her breasts, reaching inside the lace to seek out her hardened nipples. They kissed, a flurry of passion, hard and pressing, and he could tell she relished the taste of herself in his mouth. He could feel her wrenching his belt undone and unzipping his jeans. She pulled them and his briefs down in one swift motion and, pulling back from his lips, went to her knees. His cock was beyond hard, the foreskin stretched back and the tip glistening with pre-cum. Taking his balls in one hand and the shaft in another, her mouth enveloped the length. A tremor ran the length of his body as she sucked and then pulled back until the tip sprang from her lips. Playfully she licked the glans, then, tantalisingly, she started a rhythmic sucking, plunging her lips up and down the length. This was almost too much, it had been weeks since their last encounter and both their passions were raging.
Very shortly, he could take no more, and he gently pushed her head away. They each craved the other, and each knew what the other needed. She stood, shrugged the silk housecoat from her shoulders, turned and leant over the arm of the sofa. Her hand reached back between her legs, grabbing his cock and guiding it between her pussy lips. She was moist, and they were both more than ready. In one movement, he slid all the way in and started to pull back. Her pussy was warm and welcoming. She had been longing for this moment. He started to stroke in and out. She bent over further, pushed back at him, and closed her thighs to apply more pressure on him. He pushed her shoulder straps down her arms, reached around and folded the cups of the basque down to free her ample breasts and grasped them in his hands. Her head came round, and she strained to kiss him, her breath was coming in gasps and her hips pushing back against him.
“Quick, cum in me, deep now … please … cumming.”
She slumped forward, and her hips pressed back. He needed no urging, and with a thrust that felt like he'd never been so deep, he exploded. Her arms reached back to grasp his hips and hold him as his balls pulsed.
The kiss was long and clinging as the last of the shudders ran from her body. At last, his tumescence subsided and slipped from her hold. She turned, and he reached down between her legs, his middle finger probing her inner warmth as his palm filled with their juices. She dropped her arms from his shoulders so he could spread the fruits of their endeavours over her breasts, massaging them all over. He kissed and sucked both of her nipples in turn, and then their lips met again, tasting their combined lust. At last, they parted.
“Sweetie, open that wine bottle, please, I'll have a glass before I shower, then you can freshen up whilst I make us some food, I've got to keep your strength up…”
This was a precursor story, a short, created during the writing of my novel ‘Philippa and Cyn’, available on Smashwords.
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