3. THE PHOTOGRAPH
By David Angelo

	Joshua Rupina decided that the last Wednesday of January, was not shaping 
up to be any better than any other days of that week.  In fact it was a hell 
of a way to kick off the year.  The Christmas vacation had not been great. 
Sukhi, his live-in girl friend, seemed to find every kind of fault with what 
he wanted to do and how he did it but was unwilling to make better 
suggestions. So, instead of it being a relaxing time, it became two weeks of 
sullen tension without even being able to escape to the laboratory.
	In spite of having been back at work for two weeks, their relationship had 
not improved and culminated in a flaming row the previous weekend at the end 
of which he had packed a bag and cadged a bed with his aunt and her family 
at Porirua.
	Knowing she would have a couple of days off from Tuesday evening, he had 
telephoned that night to see whether anything could be salvaged, but he 
might as well have saved his breath.  She was fully persuaded that he had an 
eye on a young Chinese technician at work, after seeing her at the 
laboratory's Christmas function.  He tried to explain that she was extremely 
friendly to everyone, but had never been known to have any interest in any 
bloke - least of all, him!  Anyway, she was as flat chested as you could get 
and that did not appeal to him.   Sukhi, on the other hand, was nicely 
endowed with two firm, but beautifully rounded - how would you describe them 
- grapefruit ?  And they hardly sagged when she took her bra off either.   
He felt a flutter in his stomach as he recalled the feel of her nipples 
between his lips and their firmness against his cheeks.  The vision of her 
long legs that flowed from an hour glass figure and terminated with 
beautifully moulded feet.  Even the other air  hostesses, all fairly 
attractive, did not really compete for looks. Well, not in his view!
	It was strange that he had fallen for her in the first place.   She was a 
year older at thirty-one and Indian, although a second generation Kiwi as he 
was. His mother was part Negro part Fijian and his father Fijian but apart 
from a darker skin colour, he looked Fijian.  Culturally speaking, Indians 
were not really acceptable and his family had a bias against them.  They had 
met at Massey University.  She was doing a BA and he a BSc and although both 
had dated non-coloured partners, they really felt more comfortable with 
another black and had been living together more or less happily for the last 
two years.
	Anyway, all the previous rapport seemed to have evaporated and she was 
quite uncompromising, thus, this Thursday morning he was not feeling very 
optimistic about re-establishing their relationship.
	A colleague at the medical laboratory, Catherine Bibby, remarked as she 
went past with a rack of blood samples, "Man, you look pretty unhappy - 
what's the problem?" So he explained in a few words what had happened and 
how, until last night, he had had hopes that he might have been restored to 
grace.  Catherine looked at him oddly and said in a somewhat strained voice, 
that she had very recently done something similar to David, her partner of 
three years.  "Well," he retorted, " I just hope you did a better assessment 
of the facts than Sukhi!"
	Catherine defensively snapped that the nurse at the hospital had literally 
thrown herself at David, right in front of her.   Joshua apologised 
immediately, saying that he had no right to make any similar implication in 
her case, but in any event he had thought that she and David, in particular, 
had a relationship that would have survived most ups and downs.
	"I thought much the same of you," said Catherine with a rueful grin, " you 
can't be sure of anything these days, can you?  Cheer up, it might come 
right yet."  She glanced at her watch. Oops, I'd better get these tests done 
or I'll be unemployed as well!
	Joshua soon became preoccupied with the task in hand - a large batch of 
blood samples that the local doctors wanted checked for a particular flu 
virus - funny how they often turned up in the middle of summer just after 
the holidays when you would think everyone would have peak resistance.  In 
fact he was so busy that he did not have time to go out for lunch and bought 
one of those large peanut biscuits that the mobile cafeteria people sell for 
a dollar in an honesty box.  The laboratory was upstairs in Courtney Place 
and he usually enjoyed its proximity to so many interesting shops and 
luncheon opportunities.
	Catherine at the age of 33, had herself only two weeks before, had a 
terrible argument about David's supposed affections for a nurse at his 
hospital, and he had left in high dudgeon for a spare bed at the hospital. 
After meeting at the hospital where he had been a house surgeon and she was 
an assistant in the haematology department, they had spent three relatively 
happy years together. She spent a thoughtful afternoon pondering on whether 
they had been happy or just comfortable and on Joshua's comment about 
getting her facts right. She filed some patient records and recovered other 
earlier records with which the most recent tests were to be compared by the 
visiting pathologist tomorrow, partially preoccupied by wondering if they 
had just drifted into a relationship by default.
She remembered the first time she met him when he had rushed a blood sample 
up to her lab and had waited while she gave him a preliminary result.  His 
first invitation to the cinema was somewhat diffident and followed about a 
week later.  Lovemaking was restricted to some pretty serious kissing for a 
while, but one day he asked her to go with him to look at a partially 
furnished flat he was thinking of renting.  The real estate agent was not 
able to go at the time that suited David, so had given David the key.  She 
vividly recalled making some silly remark about the bed looking comfortable 
and his equally jocular question as to whether she wanted to try it out.  
They sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down a few times until 
they finally collided and ended up in a tangle on the bed.  One thing lead 
to the next and finished with a proposition that she move in with him.
	She was at the top of the ladder as Joshua came through clutching a 
polystyrene  mug of Coco Cola.  "I'm off," he announced.  "Got to catch the 
unit to Porirua - see you in the morning."    Catherine began climbing down 
the ladder. " Hang on a minute, will you? I'll come out with you.   I hate 
setting that damned alarm."
	She was on the last step when the heel of her somewhat chunky shoe caught 
the edge and threw her off balance and she crashed, side-on, into Joshua.  
With a muttered oath, he got an arm around her as they both collapsed onto 
the floor, just preventing her from striking her head on an adjacent steel 
filing cabinet.  "Sorry,' said Catherine from where she lay within a 
powerful arm, "are you OK?"  As they disentangled themselves, she was 
conscious of a mild excitement within her caused by the physical contact and 
the much-missed masculine company of David, but this was soon dispelled as 
the magnitude of the disaster became apparent.  The mug of Coke was squashed 
flat and the entire contents soaked into Joshua's shirt.  "This'll look good 
on the train," he groaned.
	"Oh, Josh.  I am sorry.  Look, my apartment is only a block away in 
Tennyson Street. It's above a converted warehouse, but I have a washing 
machine and a drier so you could be shipshape again in about an hour, that 
is if you're not in a rush.   I can also add my gratitude by offering a 
not-so-bad frozen pizza for tea, while you are waiting for the shirt to 
dry."
	Josh thought about it for less than a split second.  His aunt and family 
were lovely, but the kids expected big cousin Joshua to romp around on the 
floor half the night and he wasn't really in the mood.  Anyway, he would 
look a right idiot getting onto the train with Coke stains all over his 
shirt, and Catherine was a really good sort.  "Gee, that would be great 
thanks, Catherine; can I buy a couple of cans of nice cold beer to go with 
it?  I tell you what! After all this heat and humidity, it's going to bucket 
down very soon, so we had better hurry."
	Catherine slipped off her Coke stained lab coat and tossed it in the 
laundry bin, grabbed her purse and slipped into her jacket as she chased 
Josh down the stairs.  He had entered all the numbers and was only waiting 
to push the reset button.   A boutique wine seller was nearby, so Josh 
bought a chilled bottle of Chardonnay instead of beer and re-joined 
Catherine as they hurried to her apartment.  Since Josh was with her, she 
took a short cut up a narrow service lane that ended in Argyle Street, which 
soon connected to Tennyson. They arrived at a door to one side of an 
electrical and lighting showroom, Catherine produced a key from the depths 
of her bag, and they were soon climbing the stairs to a very pleasant flat.
	"Gee, this is nice - really handy to work and you nearly had a view of the 
harbour as well," said Joshua as he peered out onto the street, " but I 
guess a view as well, would have cost a bundle!"
	Catherine took off her jacket and slung it over a chair. "Let's get this 
washing going," she called from the bathroom cum laundry.  Josh followed the 
voice until he reached a very modern bathroom with matching washer, dryer 
and tub along one wall, and bath, shower, loo and vanity around the other 
three walls.  "Oh boy, all mod cons," commented Joshua as he unbuttoned his 
shirt and gave it to her.  As she leant over the machine to insert it, 
Joshua said, "Ha!  You didn't escape after all.  The Coke went right through 
your lab coat and is all over the back of your blouse."    "Blast!" she 
exclaimed as she undid the buttons and added the blouse to the washer.  
"Well, never mind.  It will all come out in the wash, as they say."
	As Catherine turned away from the machine, she suddenly froze.  Josh 
glanced in the direction in which she had fixated and saw that she was 
looking at their reflection in the mirror.  He was standing half facing the 
mirror a little distance from her.  It was a remarkable sight.  The contrast 
of their skins and their difference in bulk was quite arresting.  His skin 
was very dark although not as black as his part Negro ancestry might imply, 
while hers was really quite fair, other than for the effects of a light tan. 
  She was 165 cm against his 190 cm. She was nicely proportioned and he had 
a Jonah Lomu physique.
	They both gazed in appreciation at the picture they made, each more 
conscious of the other than of themselves.  They were both physically 
attractive people and in their current circumstances it seemed OK to notice! 
The truth was that there was some really powerful imagery there, but neither 
wanted to say so.  "We would make a good photo," joked Joshua, "the kind you 
see in some photographic exhibitions."   Catherine was unwilling to move. 
The picture absolutely fascinated her and provoked a confusion of emotions.  
  She was acutely aware of his powerful maleness and his quite good looks.  
"I've got a Polaroid, " she managed to say as casually as she could.  Joshua 
pursed his lips for a moment, "Well at least you wouldn't have to take it 
into a shop for developing, and if you didn't like it, you can always tear 
it up afterwards."  "Would you like to? " she asked tentatively, as she 
added soap powder and switched on the machine.  " Well, that might be fun 
and I've plenty of time. The next train that I could catch, doesn't go 
until, ah---let's see,  nine o'clock.  You find the camera, I'll put the 
wine in the fridge and turn on the oven."
	While he was putting the wine in the fridge, he spotted the pizza, slid it 
out of its box ready to go into the oven when it had pre-heated.  Catherine 
returned with the camera on a tripod,  "Where do you think we should take it 
from?"  Joshua pondered. "I'm not much of a photographer, but if you have 
several shots left, you could try taking the reflection in the mirror as 
long as the flash doesn't mess it up, and perhaps another, using the light 
from the window in the living room."
	Without another word, Catherine went back to the bathroom and set the 
camera in a corner pointing at the mirror. She waved Joshua to the place 
where he had been standing to make sure that it would frame up OK and get 
them both in. The bathroom was a bit narrow and she guessed that they would 
have to stand fairly close together.  She stepped in front of him to see how 
the pose should be before setting the auto timer.
	"It's spoilt by your black bra, I think.  You need to get rid of it. Its 
colour is intrusive and the - ah - contrast between us 
is...well...diminished for want of a better word."   "What are you 
suggesting?" said Catherine curiously, "That I should change my bra - or 
just take it off?"
"Well, I meant changing it, but since you mention it, taking it off would 
make a fantastic picture, don't you think?" replied Joshua casually as he 
could as he pretended  to strike a pose with his chest tensed and a hand in 
his pocket. The reality was that he put a hand in his pocket to cover up the 
slight enlargement that was occurring in his trousers.
	Catherine stood there stunned by the idea, but aware of a pulsing turmoil 
in her stomach and a developing dryness in the back of her throat. All her 
developed instincts were to put a blouse back on - not take her bra off!  
She liked Joshua enormously, as a respected colleague. However, she had 
never been conscious of any particular feeling for Josh as a man - until she 
fell into his arms, that was, and that was only a fleeting sensation. But 
they did present a fascinating sight, and her black bra definitely did not 
add to the picture.  She studied the image.  In her mind's eye she saw an 
indefinable beauty in the extraordinary contrasts of the human body, between 
male and female, large and small and black and white. It made such an impact 
that she really did want to capture it in a photograph if she could. The 
idea of being photographed with this black man was also strangely exciting 
in a way she had never experienced, so she was not really thinking of where 
all this might lead.  It was  an issue of modesty and shyness and a pattern 
of developed behaviour in which she always found herself acting in a 
sexually restrained fashion.
Do I really need to be that self conscious about my breasts? David had 
always said they looked very nice, but now David was probably saying the 
same about that nurse!  The first time David had seen her was in the light 
from the street as the power to the flat had not been connected - and she 
was much too preoccupied with what David was doing to her!  She let out her 
breath in a long sigh of frustration and indecision, and, as if that was the 
signal, immediately felt his fingers on her back as he began to fiddle with 
the catch on her bra.  The touch of his fingers on her bare back sent little 
ripples of excitement through her system, and an unrecognised part of her 
wanted him to touch her more.  Before the saner part of her had time to stop 
the movie, he had undone the catch and was lifting the straps off her 
shoulders.
  	Still in a state of a delicious semi-shock at what was happening, she 
watched the straps slide down her arms and the bra drop to the floor.  She 
stood there feeling awkward with her nipples hardening as the fresh humid 
air caressed them and an inner excitement provoked them.  Joshua put his big 
hands on her shoulders and made her pull her shoulders back and stand up 
straight instead of trying to wrap herself up.  "That's better," he said as 
her breasts tensioned up. He twisted her slightly to give a little more 
frontal than side view.  And what beautiful breasts she had.  Like pyramids 
- wide at the base and rising sharply to pointed nipples, and because there 
was no great mass of tissue, they remained firm and taut. But the colour was 
something again!  Peaches and cream with pinkie brown nipples.  How he 
longed to touch them.  "You look extremely beautiful," was all he managed to 
say as she blushed slightly.
	He closed up behind her and put both arms loosely around her waist. His 
dark muscular biceps contrasted sharply with her soft fair skin as his arm 
passed her rounded breast.  They moved a little, this way and that, 
comparing the different poses, but afraid to move too much in case it broke 
the spell.   Catherine could not believe how attracted she was to the 
picture that they presented (and to the man) and, judging by the firmness 
she could feel behind her, Josh was pretty excited by it too!
	"We will have to wait," said Joshua lightly, and felt her tense slightly, 
"until the marks of your bra have disappeared from under your arms and over 
your shoulders."  She giggled with relief, and further emboldened, he told 
her just how beautiful she looked at that moment.  "You could put the pizza 
on," he suggested, "while I just watch you to make sure that you do 
everything right."   Catherine, flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, dug 
him in the ribs with her elbow and marched off to the kitchen.  She felt 
absolutely 'wanton' as she went straight to the kitchen, instead of going to 
the bedroom for a blouse, followed by Joshua who perched himself on a bar 
stool and cupped his chin in his hands.  "Don't just sit there, perving. 
Make yourself useful," she admonished, "by taking the cork out of the wine 
or something.  And shouldn't you phone your aunt?"   "We could get one photo 
over, " he suggested, itching to get his arms around her again, "while the 
pizza heats up."  "What do you mean - get one photo over!  Is it going to be 
that much of a chore?  Anyway, I am so dry I do need a drink, so hurry up 
with that wine."  The call for wine was as much to support her flagging 
courage as to dispel her thirst and to give him something else to do other 
than to look at her.  "The light from the window is fading very quickly as 
the sky gets darker," Joshua advised, thinking quickly.   "Well, OK then, 
but let me have some wine first, while you go and use the phone over there." 
    Joshua handed her a glass and she had a deep swallow.  "Boy, that was 
good," she pronounced.  "It is a nice wine," he agreed, as he headed for the 
phone. Catherine popped the pizza into the oven, had another swallow of wine 
and went to the bedroom where she slipped on a light blouse.  So that she 
would not look as if she had changed her mind, she only did up the middle 
button but it made her feel a bit more comfortable.
" I'll get the camera ready if you like," he called as he shot into the 
bathroom without further invitation and returned with the camera that he set 
up in the middle of the window with enough room behind to peer through the 
viewfinder, pointing across the direction of the light.  Very artistic, he 
thought to himself. If it's always like this, I could get quite interested 
in photography!   "OK, it's ready," he called.  "How are the marks?" he 
asked as she appeared beside him still wearing the blouse.  She undid the 
button and took the blouse off, pirouetted quickly and asked if she passed 
muster and where should she stand.  He stood her in the shaft of soft light, 
which struck her obliquely making sharp shadows.  "It's hard to say how it 
will look since I am not there too, so we will just have to take the picture 
and see what happens.   Do I push this button with the 'T' on it?"  She 
nodded and felt all the excitement coming back, now aided by the effects of 
a glass of wine.
Suddenly, he sprang from behind the camera and stood behind her with his 
arms around her waist.  This time there was no pretence about keeping his 
distance, and she could feel the smooth warm skin of his chest on her bare 
back.  The camera clicked, and the usual whirring followed as it began to 
process the photo.  They stood there as if transfixed, enjoying the contact 
while waiting for the photo to emerge.  It flopped onto the floor.  They 
both moved to pick it up and sort of collided.  "Bags first look!" she 
proclaimed and grabbed it off him.  She pealed the backing off the photo and 
they watched the image appear.
The composition was sort of on the lines of what they were trying to 
achieve, but it had not captured what they had both seen in the bathroom.  
"Oh look at that," said Joshua eyeing the dark shadow in the photograph on 
the front of his light brown trousers.  "There are Coke stains on my 
trousers as well!"    "So there are," she said mischievously, "maybe you 
should take them off so that I can wash them too!"   She immediately 
regretted what she had said, motivated, more by a waspish desire to turn the 
tables on him for having suggested that she remove her bra, than an 
intention to be provocative.  Embarrassed, she grabbed her blouse slipped 
her arms into it and went off with the camera to the bathroom, her blouse 
billowing out behind her.
He felt another wave of excitement engulf him. How could he take his 
trousers off and not reveal all, well almost all, through his somewhat brief 
briefs?  Catherine had always seemed a very conservative and 'proper' young 
woman who kept to herself and  avoided flirting and this hitherto unknown 
provocativeness and flippancy had thrown him off balance a little.
Joshua trailed into the bathroom flipping off the switch to the washing 
machine as he entered, slipped off his shoes and socks, which he kicked into 
a corner and undid his zip.  He stepped out of his trousers, emptied the 
pockets of a small wallet and handkerchief, and dropped the trousers into 
the washer.  The die was cast now - with the exception of the briefs he was 
wearing, everything else was now wet!
Catherine did not know which way to look and felt that the temperature of 
the room had suddenly gone up about ten degrees.  She found herself 
admitting that he was very good looking, dark skinned and all.  She had 
always wondered whether Jonah Lomu was attractive simply as a man, or 
because he was an All Black, but maybe now she now had the answer?  Joshua 
stood behind her a little so that she could not see much of his briefs and 
they looked at one another via the mirror.  He grasped her unbuttoned blouse 
and slid it back off her shoulders and flicked it onto the washer. His 
rippling leg muscles now showed amongst the folds of her navy skirt and she 
could see his firm neat bottom.  He puzzled that she seemed taller than 
before and realised that he had taken his shoes off but she had not. Leaving 
her shoes on had made her taller and one of the contrasts of the picture had 
been in their disparity of size. He knelt at her feet and put a hand on 
first one ankle then the other as he lifted each foot and removed her shoes. 
  She had the most beautiful feet he had ever seen with a perfectly 
proportioned line of toes. The touch of his hand on her ankle sent shivers 
up her spine and the electricity continued to flow as he stood closely 
behind her again.
They could both see that the picture was still not right, and it was her 
skirt.  He moved his hands from around her waist and fiddled with the 
buttons of her skirt. It fell to the floor around her bare feet and she 
kicked it to one side.  She almost stopped breathing as she drank in the 
vision of their legs and bodies, each perfect in their own way.  Catherine 
had never thought her legs were all that marvellous, but beside his muscular 
one, her leg looked soft and beautifully moulded.    Suddenly Joshua 
chuckled.  "You've got black panties and I've got white!  We are back to 
front! We should swap...................."  " but we could just take them 
off!" they both chorused together amid laughter.  The laughter died away 
into an embarrassed silence but neither moved, as if any movement at all 
might commit them both to something unimaginable.
Suddenly, Joshua lurched away.   "The pizza !  I can smell the pizza. I hope 
it hasn't caught fire."  She heard a clatter and the oven door clunk shut 
followed by the soft sound of his feet on the polished floor as he 
re-appeared.  She recalled the current mythology about Negro men and had a 
sudden and irrational fear that he might have a dick twelve inches long or 
something.   As he returned, Joshua noted that she had not moved and he 
noticed for the first time the flat shoulders, narrow waist and wide hips.  
She had an exquisite body, for a non-black.
There was no uncontrolled passion or lust, just an intense internal 
excitement within both of them.  Neither moved, neither spoke.  They just 
looked at one another in the mirror.  She in her black panties, he in his 
white.  He was the first to move, by beginning to set up a pose, standing 
close behind her with his arms loosely clasped in front of her.  Catherine 
leant back into him so that she could feel his chest on her back.  They 
could see the camera lens watching them and each was trying to imagine what 
the shot would look like without the briefs and panties, and, what might 
follow if they took them off.  Joshua unclasped his hands and began to slide 
his thumbs inside the elastic waist- band at the sides of her panties.  He 
felt her stiffen as he slowly exerted some downward pressure. He sensed her 
ambivalence and was scared that she might suddenly break away.  She gave the 
faintest wriggle of her hips as if to help their removal and Joshua quickly 
slid them off her hips and let them drop to the floor.  Catherine now felt 
so wet inside her that she hoped it was not showing and her chest was 
heaving in a way that she wondered if there was something wrong with her 
breathing. What am I doing?
Without moving a millimetre away from her, her quickly removed his own 
briefs keeping his  erect dick concealed as it pressed into the small of her 
back.  At least she could not see it.  But Catherine had felt the briefs 
sliding down against her bottom and the sensation of this firm hot object at 
her back.  Her legs felt like jelly and her cheeks were flushed and she was 
wallowing in a confusion of emotions.  "Josh, I can't keep this up," she 
gasped. "For goodness sake hurry up and take the photo."
He moved back to the camera, peered through the viewfinder for a moment, 
then pushed the button and moved back.  In the split second it took him, 
Catherine was relieved to see that his dick was quite normal and in 
proportion to his size.  Then followed the usual flash of light and whirring 
of cogs and the soft plop as the photo hit the floor.  Neither moved to pick 
it up.
Joshua remained standing with his hands clasped around her, but this time he 
could just feel the top of her silky pubic hair.  Another inch down and . . 
. . but instead, he moved his hands to rest astride her glorious hips.  
"There are at least four more frames.  How adventurous do you want to be?  
We could have one photo in the shower and another one or two somewhere 
else."
The moisture between her legs was now so pronounced that she opted for the 
shower, suggesting that she would get the water the right temperature while 
he focussed the camera.  "You'll probably have to hurry or the lens might 
steam up" she advised.
Joshua thought somewhat ironically, that it would steam up any minute 
whether the water was turned on or not!  Catherine unhooked the shower 
curtain and laid it on the floor in front of the shower and put a couple of 
towels within reach, then adjusted the mixer to a warm flow. She stood to 
one side to allow Joshua to enter.  The timer was running and they would get 
only one shot at this without flooding the bathroom.  Facing one another, 
they each put their arms on the other's hips and pulled their pelvises 
together.  Leaning back slightly to allow the water to splash between them, 
they glanced at the camera just as it flashed.  The water was splashing all 
over the place so Catherine quickly turned it off and they stood there 
dripping.  Joshua reached past her to the little corner shelf and grabbed 
the bottle of yellow coloured hair conditioner.  He opened the lid, and with 
one squeeze of his powerful hand, hit her between the breasts with a solid 
jet of the thick yellow liquid. That will stop her rushing off anywhere, her 
thought.
Catherine's squeal of surprise stopped as two large hands began to spread 
the stuff all over her chest and around her back.  An intense pleasure began 
to suffuse her body.  But there were things she wanted to do too.  She bent 
down and picked up the conditioner bottle and squirted a good dollop onto 
his midriff.  Joshua sucked in his breath as he felt her hands kneading and 
exploring the muscles of his abdomen and buttocks, and when covered in the 
thick conditioner, move down to his dick which she gently encircled with her 
hands.  She massaged the whole area taking care to ease the vigour of her 
movements when she detected his breathing increase suddenly.
He put his arms around her, and sliding his hands up and down her back to 
her neat bottom, pulled her to him.  They stood touching, chest to thighs, 
and wriggling ecstatically against one another with the slippery 
conditioner.  He lifted her face between his hands and gently kissed her 
closed eyes and lovely lips.  He noticed that her hair was still pulled  
back and tied  on the top of her head.  She looked like an adorable pixie.
Catherine leaned back and gave the shower a burst so that they could quickly 
sluice the conditioner off.  They stood there just touching for a minute, as 
the water ran off them, then Joshua leant forward and put an arm under hers 
and casually lifted her up.  He carried her from the shower, both still 
dripping wet, and stopped in front of the camera.  "Press the button," he 
instructed, then stood back while he held her and the camera did its work, 
then continued his march towards the bedroom.
Their sexual excitement had been rising and falling on and off for such a 
long time that Catherine was aching to be taken over the top to fulfilment 
while Joshua was terrified that he might explode somewhat inappropriately at 
any moment.   When he reached the bedroom, he tossed her unceremoniously 
across the bed following closely behind.  Catherine's nipples were so hard 
that they were hurting.  Her breath was coming in short bursts and the 
excitement in her abdomen was intense as Joshua landed on top of her.  She 
raised her knees to allow his massive thighs to settle between her legs and 
reached forward to grasp his dick and guide it to her very wet entrance.  
She thrust her pelvis upwards just as he pressed down and felt the full size 
of him slide inside her.  She gasped with the intensity of the fire and the 
charge that it gave her and she saw white flashes before her eyes with the 
electrical jolt she received when the full weight of his pelvis suddenly 
pressed into her clitoris.   Her back arched and her fingernails dug into 
his bottom as she cried out in uncontrolled ecstasy.  Then she seemed to 
detach from her body and float free in a hazy cloud from which it was too 
much of an effort to gather her wits.  Just letting it flow over her was the 
line of least resistance.
Joshua heard her cry somewhere in the distance and wondered vaguely if he 
was too heavy for her but he was way past being able to do anything about it 
consciously.  Every circuit in his body was under the control of an 
electrical storm that was playing havoc with both nerve endings and muscular 
control.  His upper body rose up on straightened arms, throwing even more 
weight onto his beleaguered pelvis, already suffering from a fire storm.  He 
groaned a sort of 'aaarrrggghhh' and slumped onto his elbows gasping for 
breath.   After a few moments he was conscious that there was this fragile 
little being underneath him somewhere and he straightened his arms again so 
that he would not smother her.
Catherine was lying quite still with her eyes closed and breathing jerkily 
through her partly open mouth, her breasts heaving gently under still hard 
and erect nipples.  He used his legs to squeeze hers together so that he 
could roll over and let her rest on top of him.  She lay on top of him in an 
untidy heap, like a tiny rag doll, with her cheek resting on his chest and 
her wet hair, still tied up, shedding water onto his skin.
Catherine was only vaguely conscious of being turned over and grateful for 
this time of respite.  Lying on top of him, she felt very much as if she had 
been beached after surviving a violent storm at sea - now safe at last, 
relaxed and peaceful, and full of the joy at the prospect of living.  She 
stirred a little and flexed her vaginal muscles just to remind herself that 
although now relaxed, he was still inside her.  She began to struggle to sit 
up, but his arm was heavy across her bottom, and she found that she couldn't 
be bothered making the effort anyway.  Instead, she straightened her legs 
within his and began to draw lines around his nipple with her fingernail.  
"You know," she said, "I cannot imagine ever having a climax like that 
again.  David and I always had enjoyable sex, but we were both pretty 
conservative I suppose, which meant that we never pushed our feelings or our 
desires to the outer limits.  It never occurred to us, or rather to me, to 
do so, because what we had was perfectly OK and acceptable.  It has come as 
a bit of a shock to discover that there is another dimension or level that 
you can reach.  Does that make any sense?"
Joshua was thoughtful for a moment.  " I hear what you are saying, and 
perhaps familiarity diminishes the need to experiment.  My climax was pretty 
special also.  However, I've never been sure that men and women can make 
valid comparisons.  We seem to be so different sexually.  Would it be fair 
to say that women have a much wider variation in intensity of their 
climaxes?  Climaxes in men, well in me anyway, do vary in intensity but 
seemingly not as much as I have sensed in women.    Maybe I should begin an 
in-depth survey, starting now!  First question. Are you really very 
conservative by instinct, or do you just think you are because of 
circumstance?"
"Walking out of the bathroom without my bra on and letting you watch me made 
me feel wanton, but perhaps liberated is a better word.  Part of me quite 
enjoyed it but I did not feel physically all that comfortable because I have 
always worn one and kept myself covered up.  Maybe it's just a question of 
getting used to the feel."    "Well I can relate to that.  Men are not very 
comfortable without some support and most would be highly embarrassed to be 
seen with an erection in any circumstances other than at the beginning of 
love-making.  But once again, it is probably a question of what you are used 
to.   However, in terms of being adventurous, do you mean you haven't had 
sex on the kitchen table or in the shower or that you haven't tried every 
position in the book?"
"No I haven't," Catherine replied almost defensively, "and I can't say why.  
Circumstances coupled with a natural reticence, I guess.  What about you?"   
  "For a man in this day and age, I suppose I am not all that widely 
experienced and Sukhi has always seemed a bit conservative, so I haven't 
pushed any esoteric sexual gymnastics!   I have thought about it though!  I 
enjoyed our shower, especially when you bent over to pick up the shampoo.  I 
was tempted to.. ah, pull you onto me!"    "Josh, you wouldn't have?"  
Catherine protested with a stirring of excitement nevertheless.   "Oh yes," 
said Josh, "and then I would have laid you on the kitchen table and had you 
for dessert - covered in jam and honey."  Josh paused for breath but as 
there was no adverse body language, he carried on.  "Then when it got dark, 
I would hitch you up with your legs around my waist and have sex in front of 
the window - an exciting shadow for passers-by, and for an encore, have you 
lean over that high backed settee so that I could ravage you from behind."  
"That's all I can think of for starters," he added almost apologetically.
Catherine squirmed on him as her juices began to flow again and she realised 
that his juices were leaking out of her as well.  What on earth had come 
over her? She detached herself and mopped herself up with some tissues.  She 
stood there looking at him, conscious that her nipples were as erect again 
as he was becoming.  The sky had darkened as the rain had arrived and the 
humidity had risen - no wonder it was so hot, and so comfortable just 
standing there with nothing on, as she admitted to herself.
With a dryness in her throat again and a churning in her stomach, she 
glanced at the darkening window.   "OK," she challenged, "let's see if your 
fantasies work."
Joshua could not remember a time when he had been so sexually aroused by 
seven words.  He was, traditionally, a one orgasm-a-night man but here, 
twenty minutes after the first one, he was already feeling as if his dick 
would explode.  He leapt off the bed and chased her into the sitting room, 
where he cornered her by a small table.  He hoisted her up so that she was 
lying on it and leant forward to suck those wonderful nipples.  He had been 
itching to do that since he first saw them but this was the first time he 
had the opportunity without other distractions diverting him.  Catherine 
sighed deeply as the stimulation zapped back through her nervous system and 
she lay back with her eyes closing as rising excitement began to engulf her 
again.  She felt him raise her legs so that they rested over his shoulders, 
then came the searing shock as his tongue darted inside her and his teeth 
raked her clitoris.  He sensed how close she was to a climax, so he stood 
up, and with the backs of her legs against his chest and her ankles touching 
his ears, he gently inserted his dick into the entrance of her glistening 
love spot.  One thrust of his hips and he was fully engaged.  He then moved 
her legs to lock around his waist and pulled her upright.  With her hands 
around his neck and his hands around her waist, he shuffled across to the 
window.  "Someone might see," she wailed as she wriggled on him.  But thus 
impaled, escape was impossible.  "Too bad, " he grunted, " you provoked me!  
Anyway, anyone standing outside in that rain looking up at your window 
deserves to see something to make it worthwhile."
By now, Catherine was beyond caring.  The sheer audacity of the situation 
excited her so much that she squeezed her knees around his waist and began 
to pull herself up and down on him.  Her vaginal muscles were contracting in 
a rapid rhythm as she rose and fell and it was only a matter of a minute 
before she felt the climax strike with a suddenness that took her by 
surprise.  The bolt of energy that surged through her body was so intense 
that it almost made her release her grip around his neck and it was all she 
could do was to press herself against him like a drowning person clutches at 
a lifesaver.   Joshua was not in much better a position as his second climax 
was nearly as paralysing as the first, but this time he had to support the 
weight of both of them!    He staggered back to the settee where he rested 
against its back as he struggled to regain control of his muscles.  When he 
recovered his strength after few minutes he suggested that they would now 
have a very erotic picture if she liked to hang on while they went for the 
camera.  With his forearm firmly under her bottom she clung to him in a 
state of suspended animation as he slowly walked them to the camera in the 
bathroom.   She leant back at arms length to better show off the position 
they were in, then leaned forward and touched the button.
Catherine said that she had noticed the other photos lying on the floor, so 
Joshua bent his legs so that her feet, which were six inches off the ground, 
now touched the floor and she was able to let him slip out of her.
She quickly peeled the covers off the photos and was pleased with the shot 
in the shower - they looked as if they were having fun.  The picture taken 
as they came out of the shower all dripping wet, was quite good too - one 
could easily imagine that there was a real look of anticipation!  The photo 
taken in the mirror was wonderful.  It seemed to capture most of the 
elements that she had at first seen.  Joshua bent down and picked up the 
last photo and peeled off the cover.  It looked as if they were right in the 
middle of the sexual act!  "Wow!" said Joshua and Catherine felt 
goose-pimples creep over her as she looked at it.  "Phew!" said Joshua, "Who 
said you were a conservative lover? Just two more acts to go."     She 
groaned, "Don't be ridiculous, I couldn't possibly do it again.  I have 
never had more than two orgasms!"
He put on his briefs and Catherine went to her room where she selected a 
long tailed silk shirt which she put on with a couple of buttons fastened.  
They met in the kitchen and she handed him another glass of wine.   "Drink 
that up while I get you some overcooked pizza to eat."   They sat at the 
table and hungrily munched lukewarm pizza that they washed down with the 
wine.   "You know, I might have to revise my words about never having 
another climax like that first one," Catherine confessed, " because I think 
the second one was even more intense, even if it didn't last as long. Does 
it affect men the same way?"
"Well, it doesn't happen very often, so it's a bit hard to be sure, but I 
don't think so.   Men lose their steam pretty quickly, especially if the 
climaxes are close together.  My first one was a real bone-shaker but the 
second one was much less powerful."
Joshua stood up and carefully cleared all the dishes off the table and wiped 
it down with a cloth.  Catherine marvelled at the domesticity he 
demonstrated until the ulterior motive became obvious.   "Now," he announced 
with a deep Negro accent, "I fancy a honey chile' for my dessert."    "Oh 
no, I couldn't stand jam everywhere," she protested.
"This is different," Joshua advised. "In this game you get to put the honey 
where you think I would like to lick it from - just a dab here and there."   
He held the carton of honey out to her.  Catherine felt a strange stirring 
in her stomach again as she evaluated the idea of this game and she realised 
that the wine had probably diminished her inhibitions.  She stood up and 
undid the buttons of the shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders.  Dipping 
her finger into the honey, she smeared a generous amount around each nipple 
, then licked her finger sensuously.  Joshua did not move.  "Is that all you 
think I want?  Here, you sit up on the table and I will show you. "
"Now lie down and put your feet against my chest."  Joshua dipped his finger 
in the honey and taking each foot in turn, painted several of her toe nails. 
  "You have extremely pretty feet and you should wear shoes that show them 
off, not those clunky ones that are so fashionable."    Catherine looked at 
her feet and the contrast they made against his skin and thought that they 
looked OK, but wondered if David had found them attractive but never 
bothered to say so.   However, it was the tingling sensation that went right 
up her legs each time he touched a foot that surprised her.  Then came the 
sensual shock as he placed another knob of honey on his finger and slid it 
inside her.
He leant forward and squeezed each breast to a point as he sucked the honey 
from each nipple.  She could feel a tightness growing in her breasts as her 
nipples became erect again.
Joshua then took each foot in turn and slowly and thoroughly sucked all the 
honey from each toe.  Catherine was almost beside herself, unsure whether 
what he was doing was making her feet feel ticklish or whether the shafts of 
electric fire that were arriving in her pelvis were the result of his tongue 
massaging her toes.  In any event, the effect was as exciting as any she 
could remember.  He then let his tongue trail up the inside of her leg, past 
the knee until it arrived at the honey spot.  By now she was gripping the 
edge of the table as all her nerve endings began to make their presence 
felt.  Then it happened.  His tongue darted inside her as it searched for 
the honey and sucked up the nectar.  This caused a cataclysmic explosion of 
exquisite fire to suffuse her body and she felt as if she had been 
catapulted off into space and landed on a warm cloud.  She heard somebody 
cry out and supposed that it must have been her, which was followed by 
diminishing waves of muscles spasms as she lay quite still with her skin 
still tingling wherever it was touched.  Joshua went into the bedroom where 
he pulled down the bedspread and blankets and then returned to the side of 
the table and gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he 
lay down beside her. He slipped off his briefs and snuggled in behind her, 
cradling her head in his arm.  They lay in companionable silence for quite 
some time.
"I've absolutely amazed myself,' Catherine said at last. "I never would have 
thought that I could be so uninhibited. I think that I got worse after every 
drink!  And what is more, I would never have believed that I could have had 
three climaxes within the hour.   What surprises me most of all is the 
discovery of new planes of awareness and sexuality.  You didn't have another 
orgasm, did you?"
"Goodness me, no!  Two in this space of time is about all I could manage.  
Men seem to need to recharge their batteries and it takes different lengths 
of time depending on how they are feeling.  You shouldn't be too surprised, 
though.  You are very responsive to touch and atmosphere."
Catherine wriggled her back against his chest and could feel his dick 
pressing between her buttocks which emboldened her to ask.  "Do you like 
anal sex?" she asked bluntly.   "I've never tried it." Josh thought for a 
minute. "In fact I cannot imagine Sukhi being in the least interested and I 
have never had any great desire to try.  I'll bet you haven't either.  Why, 
do you fancy having a go?  I'll bet it's easier said than done.  You 
probably need heaps of lubricant.  Did you ever see 'The last Tango in 
Paris'?  He used butter.  You're a bit short on margarine!" he observed.
Catherine smiled ruefully to herself as she imagined Josh's black dick 
smothered in yellow margarine plunging into her backside. She sat up 
suddenly remembering that she needed to put his clothes into the dryer and 
scurried off.  Joshua thought she had a gorgeous back and bottom and his 
dick stirred slightly.   After a few minutes he called out, "Bring the 
camera back with you so that I can get a photo of the last act."  She 
returned in a few moments with the camera.  "What do you mean - 'the last 
act'.  My last act was to put your clothes in the dryer!" she stated as she 
stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips and her nipples thrust out 
challengingly.    "Not so." Said Joshua. "You have a choice again this time. 
  Either you bend over the settee by the window, in front of the assembled 
crowd that are waiting outside expectantly, or you kneel on the bed.  But 
you'll be relieved to know that I won't need any margarine on this 
occasion."
Josh stood up beside the bed and pressed her against him as he tilted her 
pixie face towards him and kissed her lips.   Their tongues met in a frenzy 
of thrust and parry and Josh suddenly felt his dick go hard and erect.  If 
Catherine had any doubts her ability to perform the 'last act', they were 
dispelled as she felt his erect dick slide across her stomach and the now 
familiar butterflies churn in her stomach.  She was amazed at how easily she 
allowed herself to become aroused. They were both becoming highly stimulated 
and Catherine could tell by the intensity of his kisses that he wouldn't 
last much longer.  They broke apart breathing heavily.
Taking the initiative this time, Catherine climbed onto the bed and knelt 
with her face on the pillow and her bottom in the air.  Josh nearly climaxed 
at the sight of her beautiful buttocks atop her long thighs flowing down to 
a breast with its nipple just brushing the sheets.   He peered through the 
viewfinder and pressed the button.   He quickly climbed onto the bed, 
side-on to the camera, and positioned himself behind her.  The camera 
flashed just as he placed the head of his dick into her wet entrance.  With 
great eagerness, he grasped her hips and pulled her back, thrusting himself 
fully into her.  He almost felt giddy with excitement and only restrained 
himself from an orgasm with great difficulty.  Catherine felt his dick slide 
right into her depths together with rippling waves of pleasure as he moved 
backwards and forwards a few times.  Then he leant forward and with one 
hand, squeezed and pressed one nipple and breast and with the other, her 
pinched her clitoris.  Her own climax came almost immediately, in a burst of 
pleasure seconds after she felt his muscles tense and his essence of life 
jet into her.  She liked having her face buried in the pillow as it seemed 
to stop her head from detaching and floating about as a great fire suffused 
her entire body.
Joshua slumped down sideways, pulling her with him and they lay together 
gasping for breath.  Catherine closed her legs together and could feel Josh 
inside her as his dick gradually relaxed.  She teased it by contracting her 
muscles and having Josh groan with pleasure and in retribution, tweak her 
nipple which he had his hand cupped around.
"There you are then," Josh finally said, "you can easily have four orgasms 
after all. I must say that I was very glad to be kneeling and not standing, 
as I had a real bone-shaker. It would have been interesting to have the 
camera go off at the moment of climax though.  As it is, you've probably got 
an X-rated photo!"   Catherine would have liked a photo of the way they were 
now lying, with Josh curled around her as they lay in a sort of an S shape. 
However, she dangled an arm over the side of the bed and felt around for the 
photograph on the floor until she was able to grab it.  She peeled the cover 
off and handed it to Josh.  Sure enough, it was explicit!  You could see his 
shaft just as it was beginning to enter her and it captured a dreamy 
expression on her face as she lay with her eyes closed and her face on the 
pillow with the first of the erotic ripples running through her.
"Is my education complete now, do you think?" Catherine asked dreamily. "I 
really don't think there could be much more that I could experience and if 
there was, I probably couldn't handle it.   What a night!  I'd better make 
sure that I don't fall off the ladder again in a hurry.  Suppose it had been 
into old Arthur?" she giggled.   Joshua laughed but wondered how Sukhi would 
have reacted in a similar situation.  Would she be in bed with some bloke 
indulging in wild sex?  Catherine must have had a similar thought.  "It's 
odd but I don't know how I would feel if I found out that David had done 
exactly the same thing, although I could hardly complain!  What would you be 
thinking if Sukhi was doing this with someone at this very moment?"
"Hey. Don't ruin my night. It was fantastic and fabulous.  I am in an 
emotional turmoil as it is without having to cope with a good dose of 
jealousy as well.   You are a wonderful person, you know Catherine, and you 
have helped me discover that I was capable of doing all sorts of things that 
I only thought happened in books.  Now I'd better get my clothes and catch 
that train before I lift your score to ten or more!"
"Get away with you.  You must have run out of ideas by now, surely?"
"Don't be too sure.  There is always the settee by the window, and anal sex 
when you have a good supply of margarine, just to mention a couple.  I also 
passed up an opportunity in the shower, when you bent over to pick up the 
shampoo.  Then there is the rear yard in the dark.  Oh, yes, you could get 
to eight quite easily."
Catherine shivered with the recollection of the four she had just 
experienced, "To say nothing of what I might do to you and which you have 
avoided mentioning!   You had better go. I'll call a taxi."
Later, after Catherine had washed the dishes and tidied up the apartment, 
she had a long shower and luxuriated in the sensation of the warm water 
flowing over her body.  Then having dried herself, she walked from the 
shower to the bedroom carrying her nightie instead of putting it on, and 
actually enjoyed the feeling.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  Maybe 
she did have a nice figure and her breasts weren't too small.  She glanced 
at her feet. They were a nice even length and she recalled how her legs had 
tingled when he had sucked her toes.  Why hadn't David done that?  Maybe she 
hadn't sent the right signals.
Catherine sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly felt quite depressed. In 
retrospect, it all seemed to have been quite unreal and she wondered if she 
had had some sort of a dream - that is until she saw the photographs lying 
on the dressing table.  She flicked through them.  They were real enough, 
but were only a record of an evening of purely selfish sexual indulgence.  
She liked Josh before and still liked him very much, but he did not provide 
her with what she was seeking - merely a diversion from it.   She thought 
about David.  How kind and considerate he really was.  Unlike a lot of his 
colleagues, who were only interested in money and power, David really cared 
about his patients.  Then the nagging doubt that Josh had started, came back 
at her.  Maybe she did not have all the facts.  Perhaps that tart had thrown 
herself at him, in front of her, expressly to cause what followed - so that 
she could have him!   And blind woman that she must be, she had followed the 
script and played straight into her hands!   What a fool she had been - 
should she phone him and apologise?   She looked at her watch.  Too late. 
Anyway, she did not know where he was so would have to reach him at the 
hospital in the morning.
Then the events of the evening came back to haunt her with a rush of guilt.  
She almost cried with the despair of not being able to undo anything.  It 
all started with an accident, progressed in all innocence until some hidden 
sexual frustration or tension had taken over, or was it the incredible 
contrasts of their bodies which had fascinated her.  Well, that was how it 
happened.  No point in making excuses now, was there?  She remembered the 
advice her father had given some years ago.  'You are always most vulnerable 
while you have any unresolved problems with your current relationship.  You 
might believe it's finished but relationships only finally end with the 
passage of time.  People often do the silliest things in that transitional 
period'.
Catherine squirmed uncomfortably as the words rang in her ears. A pity they 
hadn't surfaced a few hours earlier!    What was to be done about tonight?  
What could be done?  She would need to reach an understanding with Josh that 
neither would ever tell their partners, or former partners if that is how it 
worked out.  Josh would be just as concerned not to have Sukhi raving on 
about being right - that it was somebody at work, even if it wasn't the 
Chinese girl! Looking at the photograph taken via the mirror, she still 
thought that they looked very attractive together, so she propped it one up 
on the dressing table with the promise that she would decide what to do with 
it tomorrow.   Part of her depression lifted immediately, but she took a 
couple of 'Disprin' and slid into bed .
As she lay there, she almost sensed her father standing by her side stroking 
her hair like he used to when she was a child. 'It's not the mistake you 
make that is so important, but what you do to remedy it'.    He's right, she 
thought.  The least I can do is to apologise to David for jumping to 
conclusions and that it was wrong of me not to listen to his side of the 
story.   I'll just have to accept whatever happens after that.
If he was telling me the truth, he won't be with her in any event. Somewhat 
comforted by these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep hoping that it would 
not be too long before she had him back beside her.



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