4. THE ACCIDENT
By David Angelo
The last Wednesday of January began in a thoroughly depressing way for
Sukhi Kanji. Even as she awoke late in the morning, she recalled the
unsatisfactory conversation that she had had with Joshua the night before.
He continued to beg her to believe that he still loved her, that he had
not, nor intended to have, any relationship with the Chinese girl at work.
Perhaps it was because she was dog-tired after an all-day shift on the
Wellington to Auckland route, coping with a seemingly cranky lot of airline
travellers, that she had been unable to give the emotional and intellectual
energy to their problem.
Even as the day progressed, she could not rationalise why she felt so
angry, restless, and extremely frustrated by Joshua. He was so
wonderfully kind and patient; and that irritated her! She almost wished he
would yell, or swear or even come round and pull her hair as he sometimes
did when he was mildly displeased with her. Why did she want to hurt him?
Did she really not want him back and was she just using this incident as an
excuse? He was the nicest guy, and a wonderfully considerate, albeit
unimaginative, lover - unlike some Indian men who were quite dreadful, if
some of her girlfriends were to be believed, and perhaps it was this
mythology that both restrained her and made her very cautious with Joshua.
By tea time, she still had not resolved what she did want.
Excitement? Passion? Dream on, she thought. I'm so tired some evenings I
wonder if I would know what to do with Valentino himself. But what I do
want - no, need - right now, is Joshua - in bed. There was a time when she
would not have believed that she needed sex, but in the light of how she
was feeling at that moment, she was seriously revising that opinion.
Since she had effectively blown that option, she decided that she would put
on her tracksuit and run off some of the accumulated tension. On the way
back, she would pick up a can of creamed corn from the supermarket down the
road and make a nice omelette for tea. For the first time all day, she
felt positive about something.
Sukhi tied her hair back in a pony-tail and applied some lipstick.
There, that looks better and she even smiled at herself. She stripped down
to her panties replacing her soft filmy bra with a much firmer athletic
model. Her breasts were unusually firm for their size and ordinarily
needed little support, but she was likely to greatly entertain most male
pedestrians if she went jogging with a less supportive bra! Drat all men!
She slipped into her tracksuit, donned a pair of sneakers, grabbed her
credit card purse and headed out the door. A wave of hot humid air hit
her as she reached the footpath and she sensed that heavy rain was
imminent. Go to Plan B. Get the groceries first and stay really close
to the apartment block! She sprinted towards the supermarket until the
pedestrians made her slow down to a jog, by which time she was hot and
puffed out anyway.
She strolled around the supermarket until she found the corn, checked
out and exited onto the footpath. That was all she remembered of events
for the next few minutes after the first shaft of pain in her side.
OooOOOooo
Dr. David Carr had been summoned back to the real world by the
insistent ringing of his phone in the flat he was temporarily sharing in
the house surgeons' quarters. He had been woken at least an hour earlier
than his shift required, by a staff sister worried about an unexplained
drop in old Mrs Brown's blood pressure. One thing David had learned was
that senior staff sisters had extremely good instincts, therefore his day
had started on the run, fifteen minutes later.
By six o'clock that evening he had managed to shower and get to the
supermarket for something tasty for tea. A sausage roll and a cup of tea
on the run at midday, had left him famished. He had selected a frozen pack
of smoked fish in white sauce that would almost do two people and was
wondering if there was any point in phoning Catherine to see what she was
doing. Her irrational behaviour over that damned nurse still made him mad
when he thought about it. Was there something in his behaviour lately that
had made Catherine suddenly feel so insecure and threatened in their
relationship? A half drunk nurse makes a pass at him at a party and she
sees that as the beginning of a new relationship! Bloody hell. Perhaps he
had been too casual with her, but surely that is one of the benefits and
pleasures of a steady relationship, so that when you are tired, you don't
have to make a fuss?
As he wandered between the shelves, an ugly thought struck him.
Maybe she had met someone else and was itching to get rid of him. Calm
returned as he realised that they had promised to tell one another
immediately, if their relationship was threatened by another. But maybe
she thought he had broken his side of the bargain. What a mess, and the
tension of the day merely added to his misery and loneliness and his
feeling of helplessness. What should he do? Here he was at thirty-one,
buying a meal for one at a supermarket! Why hadn't he pursued the idea of
marriage - it did not necessarily stop other predators, either female or
male, but it did at least signal that there was an intention for the
relationship to be permanent. David wondered if people judged a partner
as simply "on appro" and therefore there might still be a chance, if you
played your cards properly. His decision to give marriage more serious
thought and consideration was interrupted by a sudden commotion at the exit
where a small crowd had gathered around a young woman lying on the
footpath.
"Bloody skateboarders, I know where I'd like to shove their
skateboards!" announced an elderly bystander. David edged his way to a
view of the victim and surveyed the scene. He had never been one to elbow
his way into such circumstances with a pompous ' Stand back please, I'm a
doctor'. The young Indian woman in a track suit was sitting up gathering
her groceries around her and wincing a little as she began to move to stand
up. Then the penny dropped. I know her, he thought. She's the partner of
Joshua, that nice Fijian guy who works with Catherine. He had only met her
twice but he remembered her because she was a stunning looker. What on
earth was her name?
He knelt down beside her. "Hi," he announced, "I'm David Carr - you
may recall that I'm Catherine's partner, or rather was, and she works with
Joshua. Can I do anything for you?" He helped her to her feet and
noticed that she was reluctant to put any weight onto her left leg. "We
might have to get that leg X-rayed if you are in a lot of pain. My car is
just over there. I'll bring it across to you." She smiled gratefully at
him but indicated that she was able to move her leg but that it hurt a bit
when she did. However, she would really appreciate a lift home, because
she had been out jogging and it was going to pour down any minute.
A few minutes later, David had finally got her into the car after
pushing the front seat right back and letting her fall into it. He thought
the likelihood of a break was fairly slim as she was able to move a good
deal more easily than she would if it had a fracture, so he agreed to drive
her home. "I'm sorry to take you out of your way, I really do appreciate
it. By the way, my name is Sukhi and just for the record, Joshua used to
be my partner."
Home was only a block away, but it was time enough in which to renew their
acquaintance and to establish that they had both recently become
'partnerless' and that it was not much fun. They arrived at a large old
house that had been converted into an apartment block, but, at the top of a
flight of at least twenty steps! His heart sank. Those steps will be her
undoing, he thought. I'll have to make sure she gets up there OK.
"Just drop me off here and I'll grapple with those steps." David
went round to open the car door and watched dubiously as she struggled to
exit the car. He caught her arm as she lurched when she stood upright.
"Look, I'll see you to your flat. I was only going back to mine to cook
tea so I'm in no particular rush." So with her left arm over his shoulder
they began the ascent. The rain, which had been threatening, finally
arrived. First with a few big spots, then in typical Wellington fashion,
followed by an absolute deluge. To give Sukhi credit, she did move up
those steps pretty quickly even if the pain was driving her crazy. By the
time they reached the top and the sanctuary of the verandah, they were both
soaked to the skin. She unlocked the door to her self-contained entrance
and invited him to come upstairs to wait for the rain to ease a bit before
he went back to his car.
When they reached the top, she realised just how wet they both were. She
limped across the passage to what he assumed was the bathroom and returned
with a couple of towels. She tossed one to him so that he could wipe his
hair and face and dry his glasses and she used the other to tie round her
hair like a turban. The look of pain on her face as she raised her arms to
wrap the towel persuaded him to offer to have a look at her injuries if she
liked or, preferably, take her to the hospital where he was going anyway.
"I don't want to be a nuisance since you're off duty, but frankly I
really could not face going down those steps again." "Right, that
settles it. Where do you want to go? It's just that it would be easier
if you were lying down," he suggested. She lead the way to the bedroom
and stood indecisively beside the bed, dripping water onto the wooden
floor. Seeing her dilemma, he bent down and unlaced each shoe and removed
them from her feet. He noticed that she wore a very attractive, iridescent
pink nail polish on her toes. "Are you decent if I help you off with that
wet tracksuit?" Sukhi nodded assent and winced as he got her arms out of
one of the sleeves and the sodden garment over her head. Then he pulled
her track pants down so that she could step out of them. David used the
towel that was still draped around his neck to dry off the wet patches on
her back and thighs. She eased herself onto the bed, looking quite a
sight with the white turban still on her head and with her white bra and
panties contrasting with her dark skin. David though it quite a fetching
picture.
He quickly closed his mind to the picture, recalling the very sound
words of advice an old practitioner had once given him. Never indulge in
fantasies with or about your patients. Discipline yourself to knock any
vague appreciation of the human body on the head the second it occurs to
you. Just look around at the lives that have been wrecked because the
doctor thought he could have his cake and eat it. He had gone on to point
out another practitioner in the room and tell him about his misfortunes.
David had been particularly impressed by the logic of this piece of wisdom
and had subsequently rigorously modelled his own behaviour on it.
He could see the swelling and the small but vivid bruise mark on the
side of her left thigh. No wonder it was sore. She must have landed on
something. As he leant forward, his still sodden shirt brushed against
her. "Oh David, I'm sorry. I should have given your shirt a spin in the
washer. I don't have a dryer, but the spin is exceptionally good and we
can finish it off in front of the fan heater. Take it off and put it with
my things." David couldn't stand the distraction of wet gear clinging to
him, so he was happy enough to be rid of it and dropped it onto her
tracksuit. He quickly rubbed his hair and turned back to the patient.
Intrigued by the mark, he asked what she had been carrying when she was
knocked over. She told him that it was only a can of creamed corn in the
plastic bag in the hall. He went out and came back with a bent can. "I
can see what happened now. You landed on the lip of the tin so heavily
that you crushed it a little. If it had been a taller can, you just might
have broken your leg. As it was, you sort of wrapped around it and the
main weight of your body hit the pavement." He moved her leg and twisted
her knee. She winced but would have yelled if it had been broken. "I
don't think there is any permanent damage. Is there any ice in the fridge?"
"Should be," she replied. He wandered off to the kitchen and soon returned
with an old bread bag half filled with chunks of ice which he then pressed
against the bruise. "This should reduce the swelling quite quickly and
relieve some of the discomfort. Just hold it in place while I fix the wet
clothes." "The laundry is the first door on the left towards the back.
There is no logic to the layout around here. Things are where they fit!"
She slumped back on the pillow semi aware of the stirring of excitement in
her stomach, especially as his fingers moved across her thigh and later as
they grasped her ankle and foot to twist her leg. She felt delightfully
relaxed in the knowledge that it was only a bruise and as the pain subsided
as her leg cooled under the ice pack.
David followed the directions and soon had the clothes whizzing
noisily, set to stop in ten minutes. This diversion had given him time to
reflect on how attractive he found her and how intrusive the old
practitioner's warning was becoming. She is not my patient and I am not
treating her, he told himself fiercely, anybody would know that an ice pack
will reduce swelling! I am simply helping a friend. With the
background noise of the spin dryer, she did not hear his return and was
lying on the pillow with her eyes closed. He stood in the doorway for a
few moments, spellbound by the picture she made. A white turban atop a
dark pixie face. A splash of medium red lipstick above a long neck leading
to beautifully moulded shoulders and arms. Even the sports bra could not
suppress the two grapefruit-like breasts which were bursting behind their
restraint. These tapered down to an amazingly small waist connected to
generous hips. Long, slim legs lead to nicely developed ankles and the
cutest feet with their pink nail polish. Phew!! David could feel his
heart pounding and he knew that he needed to leave - immediately.
Sukhi must have sensed his presence, because she suddenly opened her
eyes and sat up. The towel around her hair had moved off skew and she
winced as she raised her arms to take it off. David immediately became
fully professional again. "What's wrong with your arm?" "It's not my
arm. It's my right side. It seems very sore when I stretch my arms up."
David moved the ice pack away. " You might have a bruised rib. Roll over to
face me so that I can see better." Sukhi turned on her side and put her
arm up under the pillow so that he could see better. She closed her eyes
and was enveloped with pleasure as his knowing fingers explored her rib
cage. How nice it would be to have those strong hands caressing her back!
The excitement flooded her stomach again as she imagined him fondling her
breasts. She was brought back to reality as she felt him lift the edge of
her very tight bra to see how far a large bruise extended. "He must have
put his elbow up just as he was going to bang into you. I'm sure that it's
only bruised," David concluded as he struggled to see under the side of the
bra strap. Sensing his difficulty she asked, "Do you want me to take it
off?"
"Yes!" And as he said it, he realised that it slipped out from his
subconscious with much more assertiveness than a medical examination
required. On a reflex she began to reach for the clasp but knew in the
same instant from the tone of his voice, that it was the man speaking,
expressing a so far, non-verbalised desire.
Aghast at what he had said, David quickly withdrew his hand and
hastened to explain. "When I said 'yes', it just slipped out, and I'm
sorry! There are not any justifiable medical grounds for asking you to
remove your bra."
Fired with his passion and inflamed by her own repressed desire,
Sukhi paused to wriggle into a sitting position, so that she could more
easily reach the catch without aggravating the bruise. She heard his
sudden intake of breath. "Could I do that for you?" he croaked from a dry
throat. Sukhi moved her legs further onto the bed so that she presented
more of her back to him. For a doctor practising surgery most days, his
fumbling attempts at undoing the catch were unbelievable. However,
feverish determination prevailed and he finally succeeded with the catch,
gently easing the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. She cast it
to the end of the bed and turned towards him. There was only one part of
his anatomy that wasn't transfixed and it was as hard as a board. "You are
absolutely gorgeous," he breathed, still not moving. She tilted her oval
face towards him and surveyed his with black luminous eyes. "Touch me,"
she whispered.
It was the very thing he most wanted to do, but suddenly, his hands
seemed dysfunctional. Instead, he leaned forward and gently kissed the
upturned lips. The ends of the towel, which was still draped around his
neck like a prize-fighter, fell forward and Sukhi pulled at one end
impatiently until it was able to be cast aside. David felt a soft velvety
hand slide around the back of his neck and pull his head down as she sank
back onto the pillow. He put his hands forward onto the bed to stop
overbalancing and felt the firmness of those wonderful breasts pressing
into his chest. The sensation stoked the fire in his loins to white heat
and he feared that he might climax with the pressure on his dick which was
tangled in his briefs. Their kiss in the meantime, after weeks of hunger,
had developed from a gentle brushing of lips to a fierce duelling of
tongues as they parried and probed and explored and exchanged tastes.
Sukhi felt incredibly excited and was concerned that her wetness would soon
be showing through her panties.
Suddenly she released him. "Help me up," she asked as she sat up and
began to swing her legs to the floor, "I've been jogging and need a
shower." David moved to her left side to support her as she stood up, just
in case her thigh was more painful than she anticipated. She tested her
leg by putting her weight on it very gingerly at first, then confidently as
she realised that the discomfort was quite bearable. She smiled her relief
at David who immediately wrapped his arms around her. "Yuk, your trousers
are wet." she yelped, stepping back from him. "They feel awful on my legs.
For goodness sake take them off and hang them in the airing cupboard.
Here, let me help you!"
Sukhi busied herself with his belt and zip as he ran his hands over
her back. At the same time, he levered each shoe off against the other and
kicked them to one side so that he could take off the trousers, which he
realised were really quite wet and which were sticking to his legs as they
slid down. "That's better," she sighed as she pressed herself against him
again, "but your legs are quite cold. You need a shower to warm up. "
She held his hand and lead him to the bathroom.
He fully appreciated what she meant when she had said that things were
where they best fitted or, as he mentally noted, were made to fit where
there was a space. The shower in this case, was installed in a long narrow
space, with a large old fashioned shower head at the far end pointing
straight down, removing the need for a shower curtain. Dumping a couple of
towels at the entrance, she wriggled out of her briefs and walked into the
cabinet. David was fascinated by the symmetry of her retreating hour-
glass figure with its neat bottom and felt his excitement rising along with
his dick. He whipped off his own briefs and followed her in to the now
steaming space.
She had released her hair and water was streaming down her face and
body as she moved over slightly to share the flow of water with him. He
put his hands on her shoulders and gave her muscles a squeeze, sending
shivers through her body. The touch of those knowing hands really set her
body alight. She put her hands around his buttocks and pulled him against
her so that she could feel the length of his dick pressing against her
abdomen. This simply heightened her impatience to have him inside her, to
experience the feel of a loving man again, and to liberate the sexual urge
that had been building up over the weeks.
This stimulation was almost too much for David. He could actually
feel the hardness of her nipples pressing into his chest and sensed the raw
passion waiting to be released through the movement of her stomach muscles
as they pressed against him. The urgency that he sensed of her own needs
together with all the frustration and tensions of the previous weeks added
to his desire to make violent and unrestrained love to this very desirable
woman. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her vigorously as the
water coursed down their bodies. The only question was whether he could
wait until they got out of the shower. On an impulse, he reached around
her and turned off the shower. The reduction in noise and the sudden
stopping of the water surprised Sukhi as did the equally sudden appearance
of the towel that was roughly thrust around her shoulders. She had
scarcely gathered her wits when a pair of strong arms gathered her up and
unceremoniously carried her off to the bedroom where she was dropped in a
sitting position onto the edge of the bed, still glistening wet. David
bent down and grasped her right foot which he raised to his lips, sucking
her toes and letting his tongue slide up her wet ankle and the inside of
her leg.
Sukhi fell back onto the bed, fired by his impetuosity and almost at
screaming point from the sensuality of his kisses. Then the thunderbolt
struck her as his tongue, having reached to top of her leg, suddenly
plunged inside her. She thrust her hand into her mouth to stifle a yell,
then groaned helplessly as his tongue, as if in a fury, sought out all her
most sensitive spots while his teeth raked her clitoris. Then it came. The
climax swept over her like a series of tidal waves, totally engulfing her
and repeatedly battering every nerve ending to the point where she wondered
if she might not find herself in several pieces. She shook her head
groggily wondering what great power had surged through her, when she became
vaguely conscious of yet another sensation. David's tongue was on the
rampage again and had now found two very erect nipples that he was teasing
in turn. Sukhi still had her legs dangling over the side of the bed and as
he leant forward to kiss her breasts, he could feel his dick lying against
her opening. David had been close to climaxing several times and had only
just managed to restrain himself each time, but the proximity of her wet
entrance and the excitement of her breasts were more than he could manage.
With a loud sigh, he slipped inside her and collapsed onto her chest.
Sukhi felt him slide into her and hooked her legs over his so that she
could thrust up against him. This caused a sharp stab of pain from her
injured thigh as she tensioned her muscles. For a lingering moment she was
engulfed in exquisite pain, which in turn merged with a mighty orgasm. It
was like a bomb going off. Unlike her first climax, which built up and
kept rolling over her in successive waves, this one was like a single jolt
of incredibly intense electricity charging through her, leaving her gasping
for breath and moaning softly.
David felt as if the entire muscular system in his body was going into
spasm as his essence of life spurted from him. His arms straightened and
his back arched upwards, increasing the pressure on the point where his
pubic bone pressed on her clitoris. Finally, his legs quivered like jelly
and he slumped back onto her. Sukhi released her legs from around his
buttocks and rolled sideways, helping him onto the bed. They lay touching
from head to toe, with their lips each playing softly with the others.
Drained of all the built up tensions of the past weeks, they lay together
completely exhausted. She stroked his hair and flexed her internal
muscles for the sheer pleasure of feeling him inside her, while he fiddled
with the only nipple he could access.
As Sukhi's nervous system slowly recovered from the shock of two very
powerful climaxes, she was conscious of feeling tinglingly alive and
invigorated for the first time in weeks and began to move her pelvis
somewhat restlessly. In a fairly typical male way, David felt absolutely
legless and in desperate need to catch up with the sleep he had missed with
his unexpectedly early morning start, and he lay there like a limp rag.
Sukhi was surprised at how she was beginning to feel and in ways that
she had never experienced with Joshua. She felt that she wanted to take
the initiative, be the aggressor, be different. Perhaps all these feelings
had been released, or even discovered maybe, by the somewhat unusual
circumstances of this day and the immediate past. Perhaps she had not been
very fair to Joshua and wondered if he saw her as a restraining influence.
Had abstinence coupled with David's explosive lovemaking, shaken off some
of her cultural hang-ups? Whatever the reasons, she was now grappling with
the extraordinary sensation of wantonness - of the desire to do something
she would ordinarily regard as quite outrageous. Like making love in a
public swimming pool, concealed only by the ruffled surface of the water,
or having anal sex leaning over the rail of the fire escape and watching
the pedestrians below! Or both going out in the evening rain, wearing only
sneakers under their raincoats and making love standing in the rain in one
of the little city gardens (conveniently deserted on account of the
weather).
As he lay there totally relaxed, David had a moment in which to
ponder how Catherine might have reacted to that wild and urgent sex. He
imagined that she probably would not have been comfortable with that style
of love making as it probably lacked the sort of dignity that guided her
life. His musings were interrupted by her restless movements and prompted
him to offer a penny for her thoughts. Sukhi had not actually visualised
that she might ever tell anyone how she was feeling, especially the nature
of her 'off-the-wall' fantasies and his question caught her by surprise.
But given their immediate closeness and intimacy and with her face buried
in his chest so that he could not look at her, she whispered exactly how
she felt and what she had been thinking. Excited by what she had said, and
not a little flattered that she had felt able to tell him her most private
and intimate thoughts, he gave re-assurance to her feelings by saying that
it was too late to go to the heated pool and, listening to the rain, a pity
he didn't have his raincoat in the car.
She had used the examples rather as an illustration of how she felt
than with any expectation of having them fulfilled! David's quiet and
ready acceptance of her fantasies alternately excited and jolted Sukhi to
another plane. But was there anything wrong with living out a fantasy -
you must surely have liked the idea in the first place or you wouldn't
think it, would you? And there was an old coat of Joshua's in the closet!
The butterflies were beginning the flutter in her stomach again as she
flicked through the scenarios but she could feel David's juice leaking from
her, so she let David slip gently out from within her and went off to the
bathroom.
David lay there thinking just how exciting it would be to go out on a hot,
humid summers' evening while it was still raining and have sex in the park.
His musings were interrupted by Sukhi's return and the arrival of a subtle
hint of perfume. He felt her weight on the bed and then something warm and
soft envelop his dick and was astonished to realise that she had him in her
mouth and was gently massaging it with her tongue. It was a new and
wonderful sensation and as she warmed to her task, she swung her leg over
him and crouched on his chest presenting her beautiful silken back to him
so that he could run those 'knowing' hands up and down her back. Her
response to the kneading of her back by his hands was to sit up straight
and arch her back so that they could reach around in front of her and do
the same with her breasts. The sensation shot surges of excitement
through her and had her squeezing his dick quite strongly. "Steady on,"
he responded, " I'm not that virile! I need a bit longer to recover from
the last major effort. Why don't I go and fetch my raincoat while we are
waiting?"
Sukhi swivelled around and kissed him lightly on the nose. "No need
- I have a spare coat in the closet," she announced triumphantly. "Mine's
there too, so lets put on our shoes." She hopped off the bed, wincing
slightly as she straightened her leg, and gathered both his and her shoes.
David slid off the bed and put his on and stood up. "I feel a proper
Charlie. Look at me, what a sight." "You look very nice to me and you
feel even better," she said as she pressed up against him and grasped his
dick. "Ooh, I think it's coming to life, so we should hurry or you will
look really funny walking down the street!" David laughed delightedly.
This girl's sense of humour tickled his fancy as he imagined himself
walking down the street with his raincoat sticking out at waist level.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Where are the coats?" Sukhi led the way
to the closet and produced a gaberdine raincoat which he put on and
buttoned up. The fit wasn't too bad and you probably wouldn't guess that he
had nothing on under it. Sukhi slipped into a very smart navy, knee length
coat of brushed wool, and tightened the belt. She looked gorgeous, but.."I
know its getting dark outside, but your coat just doesn't look right with
running shoes. You look wonderful, but you'll look even better in smarter
shoes." "Turned fashion consultant now, have we? I thought men were only
interested in one thing! But no! Anything to please, though," she
retorted as she pulled off her shoes and padded back to the bedroom.
He watched her retreating back and thought how sexy she looked with
bare feet. "You can take them off in the park if you like," he called
after her. When she returned a few seconds later, she had tied her hair
back and put on matching navy, medium heeled evening shoes. She looked
like a model off to a show. "Can you give me a small hand towel before we
leave? You never know what might need wiping!" Sukhi tossed him one from
the cupboard, which he placed in one of the coat's inside pockets.
"Right. On with the show," he proclaimed as he headed off down the stairs.
Halfway down, Sukhi stopped and retraced her steps. "That's all we need,"
she muttered as she went back to the table for her keys, "is to arrive back
soaking wet and half naked and not be able to get in! How would we
explain that to the local constable who caught us breaking in?"
They reached the steps and viewed the steady rain. David took a deep
breath and with head down, set forth dragging her somewhat reluctantly
behind him. To cheer her up he said that he thought that it would ensure
privacy as nobody would be hanging around in this, but Sukhi thought of her
warm comfortable bed and wondered how she could have had such a stupid
idea!
Sukhi had remembered that there was a handkerchief sized park with a
couple of seats in it on the corner of an intersection - the sort of space
that would have had the corner dairy on it at one time- a couple of blocks
away. After a hundred metres they had acclimatised to the water streaming
down their faces, and straight down inside their coats, and were soon
striding happily, hand in hand, along the back street until they turned
into the main road. As they got closer, he found himself squeezing her
hand in boyish anticipation. What a hoot, here he was, a surgical
registrar at the local hospital, wandering along a public street dressed
only in a raincoat, intent on performing an indecent act in a public place!
It was so bizarre that he couldn't even share the story with anyone - not
that they would have believed him. Sukhi couldn't tell whether she was
wet from excitement or from the water running down her neck, but she was
really enjoying her fantasy now, and could feel her erect nipples rubbing
on the silky lining of her coat.
As they surveyed the park, David could feel his erection getting
harder and harder and he laughed and pointed to his coat sticking out. The
sight of David's coat aroused her even more so that she put her hand inside
between the buttons and partially exposed him. They had a quick glance
around. Not a soul in sight. David spotted one of those new rubbish
baskets with the dished lids against the rear wall and he led her over to
it. Leaning her against it, he slowly undid her belt buckle, then starting
at the top, each button of her coat in turn until finally, it fell open.
Her skin glowed from the nearby sodium light and began to sparkle as the
rain drops touched her. She arched back against the bin thrusting her
pelvis forward for the contact that it desired. Her breasts were taught
and upturned with rigid nipples seeking the rain. David was almost beside
himself with desire and feverishly undid his own buttons to allow his coat
to fall open. He leant forward and licked the water off her nipples,
kissed her throat and caressed her lips. "I want you now," she groaned, "
I can't wait any longer." David whipped the towel out from his pocket,
draped it over the bin and hoisted her up onto it. "Do you still want to
take your shoes off?" he teased. "I want to take everything off," she
breathed. David bent down and removed each shoe, sucking each big toe as
he did so, then he slid the coat from her shoulders and let it drape over
the bin.
Now completely naked, Sukhi felt the warm rain striking her body,
stimulating every nerve ending. With his back to the street, he moved her
to the edge of the bin and thrust his dick inside her. She immediately
raised her legs and locked them around his hips so that when he
straightened his legs it caused their full weights to centre on the pelvic
connection. David, with a handful of each of her buttocks, began to slide
her wet body up and down against him, helped by Sukhi who had wrapped her
arms around his neck. Release came for them both almost simultaneously
and with a suddenness that almost made him drop her. Three powerful
spasms ripped through his body as his juice jetted into her and Sukhi had
to cling tightly to him for fear of losing her equilibrium as her head
seemed to distance itself from the rest of her. David rested her weight
back on the edge of the bin as they clung breathlessly to one another. The
unremitting rain poured its alms over them as they exchanged a lingering
wet kiss.
>From the street, they must have looked just like dozens of other
snogging couples would have looked in the past, although probably not so
commonly in pouring rain! David eased himself out of her and pulled up
her completely soaked coat and helped her get her wet arms into the
similarly wet sleeves, then found her shoes and after kissing her toes,
slipped them on to her feet and helped her off the bin. He rescued the
towel and wiped her pelvis and thighs with it. "We can't have that stuff
running down your legs - people might notice." Sukhi just stood there
enjoying the feel of his hands through the towel as it dried her skin. She
did up her buttons and fastened the belt making the wet coat cling to her
body, and wondered if she and the coat could be any wetter if they had gone
swimming. "Yuk," she protested, "and we have to walk home like this.
Thank goodness it is not blowing a gale so we will at least be able to warm
up a bit." "We could catch a taxi," David offered, "but he might not
want to let a couple of drowned rats into his cab! Come on, it's not far."
"You know," he said squeezing her hand, "you are quite a remarkable
young woman and so full of surprises. That really was an experience of a
lifetime." Sukhi sniggered, "I almost feel ashamed of myself - you seem
bring the very worst out in me. And yet, I also feel sort of liberated.
It's hard to explain how a relationship seemed claustrophobic, because it
wasn't actually - it's almost as if I needed to break out, go mad, be
different or something, just to be able to be normal again. And yes, that
was an experience of a lifetime. Maybe I should pursue my fantasies more
often! What about the scene on the fire escape?" she asked cautiously."I
have never tried it so cannot speak with real authority, but my medical
experience suggests that it's not all that easy to perform. The male organ
is probably a bit bigger than you think when you are trying to get it to go
in! The only survey I have seen suggested that only about six percent of
women actually prefer anal sex, although it didn't indicate how many more
might have thought that it was OK. Maybe you should explore that fantasy
also. How were we dressed in your fantasy?"
They walked on a little in silence as Sukhi digested the inclusive
'we' in the invitation to elaborate on her fantasy. "Oh, very much as we
are now, I think. I must say I doubt that it would have been raining!
Don't ask me how I came to be wearing just a coat although it would more
likely be a dress, with nothing under it, but I was probably leaning on the
rail, idly watching the passing traffic, when you come out and stand close
behind me. In fact you are touching me and I can feel your dick through
your clothing and my thin dress. So I wriggle my bottom into you and you
become quite hard. Then you just lift my dress, and push your dick inside
me and I think that it feels wonderful. Of course the beauty of a fantasy
is that you don't have to deal with any difficulties or impracticality.
Changing the subject for a moment, what sort of fantasies do you have?"
David pondered for a moment, then laughed. "Well actually this whole
evening pretty much fills one of them. You know, damsel in distress, I
rush to help, circumstances favour it, the chemistry is right and, bingo -
what happened this evening, happens! I never ever thought that it would
really happen though. I have to keep pinching myself to make sure I'm not
in a dream. And funnily enough, we have just had another of my fantasies,
the only difference is that we do it in the middle of a large park - on a
warm summer's night without the rain! And I have always liked the idea of
doing it concealed in public places. Like in the back of a van with dark
glass windows but in the main street. I guess that mine are mainly
situational, like I'm a TV repairman and I go to a house on a job and the
lady of the house is alone and lonely, rather than building up a picture of
the sexual activity that might follow. And I really do fancy having it off
in a swimming pool or stream. But is it true that women fantasise about
being raped by men with giant dicks? Of course in a fantasy, they don't get
hurt."
" I really don't know. I certainly wouldn't like it and I'd hate the
indignity. But speaking of hurting, when I was about to have my second
orgasm, I moved my bruised leg and had a searing pain go through me. If it
didn't actually trigger the climax it certainly coincided with it, so maybe
the idea of some pain with sex may appeal to some women in a fantasy.
Given the intense stimulation, every fibre in my body was already on red
alert when the pain hit me so everything just went over the top at that
point." She squeezed his hand in recollection, "It was wonderful."
"Well, here we are - back where I came in only two hours earlier. At your
doorway and still soaking wet! Are you going to risk inviting me in
again?" Sukhi fumbled in her coat pocket for the key and let them into
the small entrance hall. "I can't wait to get this wet gear off," she said
as she kicked her shoes off and unbuttoned her coat that she hung on hook
in the wall. "Put yours on top. I'll sort them out tomorrow. What about
something to eat after a shower to warm up, or do you have something else
in mind?" David laughed, "Give us a break! I'll be as soft as putty for
ages. It would take a truckload of Bluff oysters or something to rev me up
again." "We'll soon see," she said knowingly as she stood on tiptoes to
peck his lips. He put his hands on her hips as she began to climb the
stairs, "Ooh, you do have the nicest shaped bottom," he added as he gave it
a parting pat.
The shower was a bit crowded, but it delivered plenty of hot water and they
leisurely rejoiced in its steamy warmth and intimacy. Without the urgency
as in their first shower, they plastered shampoo liberally over one another
and delighted in the slippery feel of their bodies rubbing against one
another and in the vigorous rubbing with the face cloth, of certain body
parts which were really quite clean. Even drying one another with a large
towel, turned into a bit of a marathon.
Eventually, they found their way into the little kitchen, he with a towel
around his waist and Sukhi wearing only a man's long tailed shirt which
covered her to mid thigh. "Choice is not great. We have the possibility
of squashed-tinned corn omelette and whatever it was that you had bought
for your tea." "Omigosh, I'd forgotten. I have or rather had, a packet
of frozen fish in white sauce in the car. It would go very nicely with
flattened corn. By the way, how is your leg? It should be OK now until
you rest, after which it will stiffen up a bit and feel sore again until
you exercise it once more." "You're right. It only twinges occasionally
now and then although I suppose I'll have a bruise for a while." Sukhi
raised the shirt up on one side above her waist and exposed a glorious
length of thigh and leg. David struggled to concentrate on finding the
bruise on her dark skin while the beauty of the immediate surroundings was
so distracting. She could tell he wasn't paying proper attention to her
injury so dropped the shirt and snorted, "You go and put that wet coat on
again and fetch that fish - that should cool you down."
When he returned, there was a bottle of uncorked red wine on the table and
the corn was heating in a pot. She suggested leaving the fish in the bag
and micro-waving it. While the meal was heating, she went and sat on the
other side of the table and poured the wine into the glasses. Then with a
mischievous look in her eye, she undid the top three buttons of her shirt,
picked up his glass and leant over the table to pass it to him. The sight
of her barely concealed nipples pressing through the fabric of the shirt
together with the beautiful curves exposed by the plunging neckline,
convinced him that he might recover far more rapidly than he had believed,
if the stirring under the towel were anything to go by. In fact he was so
riveted by this sensuous vision that he failed to notice the wineglass
waving in front of his nose. She took it away and put it down in front of
her, undid three more buttons and pulled the shirt open to fully expose her
breasts. She then dipped her fingers in the glass and dripped wine
liberally over each nipple in turn. "Maybe I can get you to drink it this
way," she challenged.
Doubts about being able to have another erection were rapidly dispelled and
David wondered whether it might make the towel around his waist come off.
He had only once before experienced provocation like this and he was on his
knees before her in a second, with face upturned as she leant forward and
allowed his tongue and lips to lap up the wine from each nipple in turn.
As well as knowing how much it switched David on, she just loved the
sensation of his tongue on her breasts and how his teeth nibbled her
nipples - in fact it was driving her crazy. The microwave dinged its
message and she could hear the corn boiling crazily, so she stood up and
pulled her shirt together, "That will have to do you for a while." David
stood up and turned her around, losing his towel in the process, and pushed
her over the table. Then he lifted her shirt and pressed his dick into the
folds of her bottom. "Hey, what about tea?.....ooah, you had better switch
everything off first."
"No hurry. That was for teasing me with the wine. Just to let you know
I'm not to be messed with! Anyway, what did you think I was going to do?
The kitchen is not the same as the fire-escape. Or is it?" "Depends,"
said Sukhi, "on whether it's raining or not. I haven't a dress that I'd
like to get wet and I wont put that wet coat on again, not even if you
begged me, so other options may appeal." She busied herself with the
putting out their hastily prepared meal.
"It doesn't depend entirely on the weather. If you haven't got any
lubricant, it wont be possible and I imagine that you really need the
smoothness of a condom to help. We would always use a surgical glove
during examinations for that reason, as well as for the protection."
"I haven't any suitable lubricant but Josh and I watched an old video that
apparently shocked the world in its day. In the 'Last Tango in Paris' he
had pack of butter! " she said as she giggled at the recollection. "I've
stacks of margarine, though! Well, cheers lover boy," she said and
quaffed the wine. David followed suit, now thirsty as well as hungry. He
refilled their glasses, "Here's to happier days!" and they drank to that
and began their meal.
"That was jolly good," announced David as he leant back, inwardly very
comfortable and certainly feeling quite benign, which was not altogether
surprising given the now empty wine bottle, "What's for dessert?" "Aha,
that is to be a surprise and comes later," she responded. "By the way, how
is big David coming along?" David glanced down at the towel and grinned
back, "Perfectly relaxed, thanks to you. Why?"
Sukhi left the kitchen and returned with a small packet that she placed in
front of him along with the pot of margarine. "It's stopped raining."
David shook his head despairingly, "Boy, you sure are determined and I can
see you'll never believe that it's probably nowhere near as good as you
expect, until you have tried it! Don't say I didn't warn you. I suppose
I'd better put that wet coat on again so that the neighbours don't complain
about a naked man on your fire escape." David unrolled the condom and put
it on as smoothly as he could, fetched the coat and put it on. In the
meantime, Sukhi had opened the small door leading out onto the fire escape
and was leaning on the rail watching the cars and the occasional pedestrian
walk past. David smothered the condom in margarine and went onto the
balcony. Then he came back inside to reappear with a small toolbox that he
indicated she should stand on. He lifted her shirt and, once again, was
excited by the sight of her bottom. I must be getting a thing about
bottoms he thought to himself as his dick firmed up a bit more, especially
when they are such a lovely shape. He put a little of the margarine on
his thumb and rubbed it liberally around the entrance, making sure that
plenty penetrated inside. Sukhi bent over a little further and spread her
legs as wide as the box allowed. "Can I give you some advice?" he
whispered. "When you feel me pressing into you, use your muscles to try to
force me out, otherwise it will hurt or it may not go in. I'm not going to
force myself into you. It will be better if you press back onto me at your
own speed. O.K? But remember, bear down as if you are trying to expel me."
Sukhi was a little subdued by his pessimism but sufficiently excited by the
situation to throw caution to the winds. When she felt the end of his
dick pressing against her opening she pushed steadily back against him and
began to use her muscles as if to force him out. Quite suddenly and
easily, she felt him slip inside her. She paused while she adjusted the
discomfort of his size and moved him in and out a little, while she
considered whether to go any further. The sensation wasn't all that
stimulating, but the idea of having him inside her was, so she thought that
she might as well see if she could go the distance and began to back into
him even harder. As he slid further inside her, it did not feel as if he
was getting very much bigger and the discomfort level got no worse. When
she had pushed as far as she could, she could feel David's hair touching
her bottom. David loved the warm sensation of her bottom on his stomach
but since his dick was tightly encased, he was scared to move in case he
climaxed, so he leant forward over her and wrapped his arms around her. He
kissed her neck and reached up under the shirt to fondle her breasts, while
disciplining himself not to have another climax himself. Sukhi relaxed
and enjoyed his lips on her neck and the tingling response from her breasts
and once she had adjusted to his size, she even felt pleasure in the
sensation of having him inside her. Her final pleasure was when a male
pedestrian glanced up at her, but went on his way, little suspecting what
was going on up there.
After a minute or two, Sukhi eased forward and let him slip out. What a
relief it felt and she stood up and hugged him. "You were quite right. It
was exciting because it was new but nothing to rave about and it could
easily have been quite awful if you hadn't been so helpful. But thank you
for humouring me. I would probably always have fantasised about it, until
one day it happened and maybe I got hurt! Now I know." She stepped back
and pointed at the margarine covered condom, "You can take that thing off
and come in for dessert - we'll have it in the living room." They went
indoors and David headed for the bathroom where he shed the condom and
dropped the coat.
When he returned to the living room, he was astonished to see just a pair
of bare legs poking over the end of the settee and when he got closer, to
find that Sukhi had cast off her shirt and was lying full length on the
settee. As he approached the legs, he could not resist grasping each foot
in turn and sucking those strawberry toes, which to his amazement, seemed
to have a slight orange taste. Unfazed, he allowed his tongue to trace a
path across her ankle and up the inside of her leg delighting in the
knowledge that he was driving her crazy as she clenched her fists and shut
her eyes. Then he reached her entrance and was surprised yet again to
encounter a slight orange flavour, this time associated with a mild
tingling sensation on his lips. When he plunged his tongue inside her the
orange flavour became strong and pungent, and he finally realised what she
had meant about having dessert - she had poured some Cointreau liqueur into
her vagina and used some to paint her toenails! Enthralled by her
ingenuity, David moved her legs so that he could plumb the depths of her
inner being, seeking out every drop of the precious nectar and driving her
to the point when it took only a sharp nip of her clitoris for Sukhi to
climax. Suddenly, her back arched and without any attempt to silence, she
cried out and held her head in her hands as if that might somehow stop it
soaring forth. David pushed her back on the settee and snuggled onto it
beside her, enjoying the feel of her breasts on his chest and the touch of
her lips on his.
"Oh, my poor head," she moaned, "four orgasms in one night." "And we
haven't done it in the other rooms yet. There is the kitchen if you count
that separately, the bathroom, the laundry and the lower landing," David
counted. "Well, you can only pick one, because I want you on the bed in
the bedroom," Sukhi countered as she squirmed over him to reach a small
bottle on the floor. "What's it to be?" she said as she unscrewed the lid
of the miniature Cointreau liqueur bottle and poured a little into her hand
and rubbed it on his dick. "Have a swig of this if you like," she offered
as she handed him the bottle, "mine is already poured," as she proceeded to
suck up the liqueur she had just applied. In spite of the fact that he
had already had two climaxes himself, he was really struggling not to have
another just then. The glorious feeling of the fiery liquor and being
totally enveloped by her lips and tongue was becoming so stimulating that
in the end he had to grab her hair and have her stop. "I give in! Save it
for later," he pleaded.
"Right, it's my turn now so kindly arrange yourself on the bed," she
commanded. David felt a surge of excitement as he left the settee and
went and lay on the bed. Sukhi had removed the slightly damp bedspread on
which they had first lain and turned back the blankets to the satin sheet.
It felt smooth and sensuous on his back. Sukhi hopped onto the bed holding
a white plastic bottle in her hand and sat, straddling his legs, facing
him. She snapped the lid back and poured a generous amount of the creamy
white liquid into her other hand and applied it to his dick. She handed
the bottle to David to hold and moved forward on her knees until she was
poised over his dick. Grasping it, she guided it into her entrance and
slowly lowered her self down onto him. It slid inside her with a
gloriously sensuous feel and she wriggled slightly to make sure that they
were fully engaged - then with out further movement she leant forward to
kiss him gently on the lips. "Are you OK? I don't want to over excite you
- just yet," she concluded. David was concentrating madly on resisting
the impulses flowing from his lower regions caused by the excitement and
the softness of her lips and stoked up by her nipples tracing lines and
tantalising his chest. As the movement stopped, he began to regain control
of himself and was able to focus on the delights of the long lingering
kisses and the exploration of their tongues. It started off in a moderate
enough sort of way, just teasing and playing with lips and tongues, but
after several minutes, some urgency began to creep into their love play as
they both became aroused. Sukhi sat up and found the lotion which David
had dropped in his excitement and, tipping the bottle upside down, squirted
a thick band of liquid down the centre of David's body, from his neck to
the point where they joined. Then, using both hands, Sukhi spread the
lotion from side to side until his torso and chest were covered and
glistening with the white creamy liquid. She wiped the surplus from her
hands onto her own body, then lay full length onto him, squirming in the
sensual slipperiness of their skins. Satisfied with the coverage of the
lotion, Sukhi, using her knees and her arms that she had placed around his
neck, began to slide her whole body up and down his. She moved just a few
inches, but gradually increased the rhythm until she felt a fire developing
inside her and the electricity flowing through the pressure on her nipples.
At some point, she lost conscious control of what she was doing as some
inner force took over and drove her to make three frantic lunges, pushing
hard back against him on the return cycles. The pressure on her clitoris
was intolerable and with three progressively louder cries, she had a
monumental orgasm that left her draped limply over him as she gasped for
breath. White light flashed before her eyes and she was sure that she was
somewhere else in some ethereal place.
David had settled down after she had slipped over him, now sucked in his
breath as the lotion poured out onto his chest and body and sent shivers
through his system. He was raised to a higher state of excitement as his
body plunged into the sensuous cauldron of sexual chemistry that she had
created. Every piece of his skin that touched a piece of hers seemed to be
sending electric signals to an already overburdened psyche. From his dick,
which was being massaged in its velvety sleeve, through his pelvis and
abdomen in perfect harmony with hers, and from the sensation of her breasts
and nipples slipping and sliding up and down his chest, the messages were
all incredibly exotic and all driving him to one thing. He placed his
hands on her hips and helped her sliding movements until he felt her finger
nails suddenly bite into his shoulders. He had already been ravaged by two
previous orgasms within the last two hours and his system had struggled to
peak again, but when he sensed her climax, his own came with a ferocity, as
successive waves of exquisite pleasure assaulted his sensory perception.
He gave vent to a long drawn out groan and sank back on the pillow as if
knocked unconscious.
Neither moved for several minutes. When he opened his eyes, he found
himself looking at the mirror on the dressing table in which he could see
their reflection just as she opened hers also. Their eyes met and moved on
to the rest of their bodies which contrasted so sharply with each other.
Even in the subdued light from the hall they looked quite beautiful as she
lay with her head on his chest, one leg down over his, one arm reaching his
shoulder and part of a breast just peeping over the edge of his chest.
They smiled at each other as only satisfied lovers smile.
She stirred slowly and clamped her legs together so that she could
feel him inside her, giving him a squeeze with her internal muscles. Then
she drew her legs up and sat up. David could see her skin on the front of
her body shining with the lotion and wondered what she would look like if
she was completely oiled all over - perhaps like an ebonite statue. She
looked at him, "What about all the other rooms in the flat now, eh?"
"Yes, well - talk's cheap! You will have to accept intent as the act. I
knew that there would only be one further possibility - on the kitchen
table and that that might not amount to much. More to be able to say you
had sex on the kitchen table amongst the dishes! I wouldn't want to be
marked out of ten for performance, though," he added ruefully. The truth
of the matter was that he had virtually no sensation left in his dick -
even when she flexed her muscles and gave him a squeeze. Of course he
couldn't remember when he last had three orgasms in three hours either!
"It's not fair," he complained. "Women seem to be able to go on for hours
and have umpteen climaxes. Look at you, hardly able to climb the steps a
few hours ago, now sitting there as fresh as a daisy and with mischief in
your eyes and here I am - pooped beyond belief. You will have to carry me
to the kitchen!" "Of course it's fair," she retorted as she slipped him
out of her and got off the bed. "Mostly men are not a lot of use to women
so when we do find an occasion when they are, it's only natural that we
want to maximise it. You are a very good lover, so let's get to the
kitchen - if only to make the gesture," she added challengingly.
David groaned theatrically, slid off the bed and made rubber-leg movements
to the kitchen, muttering as he went about the dying man needing a last
drink. It was therefore, quite amazing how quickly his rubber legs
straightened at the sight of Sukhi standing on tip-toes to reach a bottle
of Scotch on the top shelf. David could not resist rubbing his hands up
her thighs, over her waist and up her taut oiled stomach to those beautiful
breasts and nipples. Sukhi sighed and nearly dropped the bottle as she
backed into his body and his enfolding arms. She tilted her head around
and was rewarded with a long enthusiastic kiss. "I thought you were at
death's door," she said accusingly. "Well I was," he replied, "but the
sight of you stretching and the prospect of a Scotch made me decide that I
should try to live a little longer."
He picked up the towel that he had been wearing prior to an earlier
skirmish and hitched it around his waist. "I'm not used to this degree of
nakedness," he said and sat at the table. "Neither am I," added Sukhi as
she tied the bow of a natty frilled apron behind her back and retrieved a
couple of glasses from another shelf. David watched approvingly. While
the apron might have improved the level of modesty it also elevated the
level of sexiness as her cute bottom was now framed by the bow and the
marginal covering in front merely accentuated the shape of her breasts.
She sat opposite allowing the inside of her ankle to touch his as she
poured a generous Scotch into each glass along with a little water. Sukhi
still felt a high level of excitement within her and the touch of his leg
did nothing to quell it.
"Here's to ya, kid," he said in his best Bogart voice as he took a good
swallow of his drink. It was a bit stronger than he had anticipated and he
felt a warm glow explode inside him. Sukhi nodded and did likewise,
feeling the fire re-intensify inside her. She finished her drink with a
single swallow, placed the glass on the bench and went round and sat on his
knee and leant against his chest. "David. I want you to know that this
has been an extraordinary experience for me. A part of me that seemed very
staid and conservative, perhaps even repressed, seems to have been
liberated and I feel good now and I feel good about myself. So I'm very
grateful to you and will always think kindly of a very gentle and
understanding man, but I hope that this evening is an experience that I
wont need to repeat. Particularly if I can persuade Joshua that I have
been terribly confused about all sorts of things and that maybe now, and if
he is willing of course, we could give it another try. "
David gave her a squeeze. " Well that is wonderful news for Joshua and I
hope that it works out for you both. As for the learning experience, it
wasn't one sided I can assure you! I may have learnt more than you did!
Anyway, I appreciate your frankness and can honestly say that I can hardly
believe how lucky I have been to have met someone like you with whom to
share my own development. Isn't it strange how you can have been in a
relationship for so long without ever having explored great chunks of your
own psyche? While I'm very keen to recontact Catherine, the funny thing
is that I don't feel in the least bit disloyal about tonight. I have just
received therapeutic help - like going to the dentist!"
" Fancy having my charms compared with going to the dentist?" Sukhi said
digging him in the ribs with her elbow. "I'll pull more than your teeth,"
she asserted as she tried to grab him through the towel. David pushed her
off him and lost the towel in the process, but she put her foot on it when
he tried to pick it up. While still bending, he jammed his shoulder into
her waist, grabbed her around the legs and stood up lifting her into a
fireman's hoist. "Put me down you great lummox! What do you think you're
doing? You'll put your back out," she protested.
"You weren't too concerned about my poor back earlier and I have several
options. I can smack your bottom," he said as he patted her bare bottom
and surreptitiously undid the bow of her apron, "or I can put you somewhere
where I can deal with you more effectively." So saying, he manoeuvred her
to the table and eased her onto it. "Now just lie back, the doctor will
see you in a moment." He busied himself with the margarine, putting a very
light covering on the end of his very limp dick. As he moved back to the
edge of the table, he raised her legs and placed them on his shoulders,
kissing each ankle as he did. He then put his still-floppy dick into her
entrance and, widening her legs a little, pushed until he felt it beginning
to enter. Once it started, he grasped her waist and pulled her hard up
against him. "There now - sex on the kitchen table. And didn't I warn
you that it wouldn't amount to much!" Sukhi wriggled her ankles against
his ears and brought her knees together until she could feel him. He was
still exciting her even in his relaxed state. David took her apron and
pulled it up and over one shoulder so that he could rub a little margarine
onto her nipples and breasts. After a short time the nipples were erect
and her breasts glistened like two dark berry jellies with cherries on top.
Sukhi had closed her eyes and put her arms over her head, maximising the
sensual massage and he could feel her internal muscles begin to pulsate on
his dick as her arousal escalated. Sensing the moment, he eased out of
her and, with her legs draped over his shoulders he knelt on the floor and
plunged his tongue inside her. The withdrawal of his dick and the
penetration of his tongue, drove her to a new frenzy in which she grabbed
two handfuls of the hair on his head to pull him harder onto her. Then he
let his teeth ravage her clitoris for a brief moment until she suddenly
tensed and cried out as another climax racked her body. As her climax
subsided, David slowed his tongue down to a gentle exploration until she
lay limply on the table.
Sukhi slowly sat up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly,
then dabbing her finger in the margarine, anointed his tip and led him back
to the bedroom where she lay him down and sat astride him until she was
able to get him back inside her. Once he was firmly in place, she rolled
over and cradling her head on his arm, went into a sound sleep. Warm,
comfortable and relaxed, but completely exhausted after his early morning
start, David too, went into a sound sleep.

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