Basic Instincts

'That woman needed to be taught a lesson,' Amanda said. 'So full of her own self-importance. So condescending.'

'Yes, she was,' he agreed and took one of the glasses she held out. 'Be that as it may, you do realise the harm it could cause.'

'Yes.'

'You took a big risk today,' he said, his words there to simply give her cause for thought and not to judge. It did surprise him that she could act in that reckless way and it made him more attracted to her. It gave further reinforcement that she was human and not driven solely to succeed in her career. The shoplifter – he had forgotten her name – was just the kind of woman he knew Amanda was attracted to. He had seen the look in her eyes in the office.

'I know that. I acted…'

Bannister held up his hand. 'You acted right. So what if she lost a few items of underwear! I'll stand by you if the bitch decides to make any kind of complaint.'

'I can't ask you to do that.'

'We don't have any choice. Any discrepancies and they'll know we did wrong and we'll have to pay the price for it. We're in this together, love.' He took a sip of the wine and nodded in appreciation of her choice. 'Apart from getting one up on her, was there any other reason?'

'By that you mean was I attracted to her?'

'Were you?'

Amanda held his gaze for a moment. 'Yes.'

He shifted around in the bath to come closer to her. He laid a hand on her exposed thigh and began to stroke her flesh with the tips of his fingers. 'Was she worth the risk?'

'Her body is gorgeous,' she told him as his hand disappeared under the hem of her short robe and higher towards her mound. Instinctively, she parted her thighs the closer his fingers got. She breathed out. 'So is this.'

'What did she take?'

Amanda described to him what the woman had been wearing. 'Very overpriced. I can see why she decided to take it, not that I'm condoning her actions. I warned her not to do it again.'

'It sounds arousing,' he said. 'I wish I had been present.' His thick fingers touched her naked mound, brushing through her lush coating of hairs, drawing a sigh of contentment from her. He discovered Amanda was already moist. He knew it was down to her thinking about the other woman. It didn't make him jealous, being aware of her sexual needs as he did. They were good for each other. It had caused him some concern at first but that was down to his strict Catholic upbringing. Being with her was liberating in a way he had never thought possible. In a way that he had never imagined he would be comfortable with. He was comfortable with it. Like those desires he shared with her had always been a part of him and merely needed a catalyst to start the reaction that would release him from that spiritual introversion.

He knew Amanda well. She wanted to make love to that other woman. That desire could be read in her eyes.

His index finger eased inside her and he started a gentle penetration as they drank the wine in silence, his other digits rubbing in a circular motion across her mound, just the way she liked it. Her body visibly stiffened as he unleashed pulses of pleasure through her and then she relaxed once again, her shoulders sagging and her head dropping forward. A faint moan escaped her slightly open mouth and then she smiled mischievously at him.

'I want to see her again,' she said.

John knew that already. 'How will you approach her?'

'I'm not certain,' she answered honestly. 'I don't think I can approach her in an officicial capacity again. Our days in covering for uniformed officers are over after tomorrow. Christ! That feels so nice!'

'You could,' he contradicted. 'You could pay her a visit at home, a follow-up to the incident today. Make it seem as if it was standard procedure.' It was the first suggestion that had popped into his mind. Amanda had let her go with a caution and that, technically, was the end of it all.

'I don't know if that would work.'

John didn't answer. Amanda was now moving against his hand, increasing the pressure and the penetration on her sex. Breaking through the scented waters was her own scent, rich and sweet. 'There has to be some way that you can meet with her,' he mused as he fingered her. 'If you really want her, we'll find a way.'

'We?'

'You've let me watch before,' he replied. Now he set aside the glass of wine and pressed his lips to her thigh, feeling the softness of her flesh and the underlying strength it contained. It never failed to excite him. Kissing her thighs always had such an arousing effect on him. Not that it mattered, but he was at a loss to explain why that part of her body excited him as it did. All that mattered was that it did. To break arousal down as though under scientific examination was as exciting as watching grass growing.

'That feels so good,' she said, her voice a mere whisper.

'So, would you mind?' he asked again, moving his lips slightly higher.

'You know how I feel about that,' she answered him. 'But we don't know about her. I don't even know if she would go to bed with me.'

He couldn't deny the truth in that. They had no way of knowing what her sexual orientation was except for the most obvious way. That had to approached as delicately as it warranted.

Amanda pulled away from him now. Rising from the edge of the bath she discarded her robe and stepped into the bath with him between her long, slender legs. She leant forward and gripped the metal towel rail, her sex mere inches from his face, and balanced there as best she could, thankful for the mat at the bottom of the bath. It would stop her from falling and causing herself, or him, some injury. John reached up and gripped her waist with both hands and pulled his face closer to her. With her legs parted his tongue snaked the length of her glistening sex, the tip delving between her delicate folds of secret flesh. He was urged on by her faint moans from above and then she started a slight rocking movement, rubbing against the bridge of his nose to stimulate her engorged clitoris.

In this position he knew what she wanted. He lowered one of his hands and fed it between her legs, stroking her buttocks while one finger, well lubricated by the bath water, sought her anus. When he found it his finger pressed lightly against her tightness, which drew a renewed vocal encouragement from Amanda. As his tongue delved deeper his finger pressed harder, the pressure edging his finger inside. There was still resistance to this invasion but it would soon pass, the more aroused she became and the further his finger entered her.

'That's good. Harder.'

John obeyed her instructions and exerted more pressure. His finger entered to a long, drawn sigh of pleasure from above. It was tight around him as he continued to penetrate her most intimate area, as far as he could go in this position. Her moans became one continuous sound as he moved it around inside her. Still, he continued to lap at her sex eagerly, flicking the tip across her clit which was as aroused as he'd ever felt it to be. He wondered if her thoughts were on him or if she were imagining the Chinese woman instead, not that it made a difference. Their relationship wasn't demeaning to either of them. On the contrary, it made it all the more intense and satisfying when she was in the grip of added desires.

'Harder!' she demanded.

Again, he followed her command. He sucked at her, pulling her clit towards him and sucking it, brushing over it lightly with his teeth. At her anus he pulled his finger back and started to fuck her, building up a steady rhythm as she became more pliant in her arousal.

Suddenly she pushed herself away from the towel rail and from him. He gazed at her firm breasts and her erect nipples. For a moment she teased him by caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples before she turned around cautiously to face the other side of the bath. Amanda lowered herself into the water and pushed back against him. He moved back and watched as she crouched on all fours, her bottom just above the water line, presented to him. He understood. He got on his knees and took his thick cock in his hand and shuffled forward, causing heavy ripples in the water. Against her, he rubbed his cock over her buttocks before sliding it down between them, disappearing under the water as he sought her sex. Her lips parted almost hungrily to admit him and he slid in in one fluid motion, filling her as his balls slapped against the back of her thighs.

'Fuck me hard,' she demanded.

John had no need for encouragement. Straight away he began thrusting into her, driven by his basic needs and desires, driven by the sight of her luscious body, her taste and the sensation of her around his shaft. Amanda had always been wonderfully tight and he could feel her muscles gripping on him, stimulating him as he pushed inside. His eyes were closed and all thoughts drifted out of his mind as they always did. All he could hear were her moans, increasing in tempo, and the splashing of the water as his flesh met hers with each thrust.

Their movements were in perfect harmony as if they were carefully choreographed. As he thrust into her, Amanda pushed back at him, allowing for a deeper penetration. Each knew what the other liked in any given situation. Sex between them was simply amazing. There was no other way that he could ever describe it.

The lukewarm water sloshed all around them. As they succumbed to their desires the water splashed higher and over the sides, wetting the rug that lay beside the bath.

His own groans of arousal mingled with her own to produce a sexual harmony as they fucked. His cock thrust deep inside and he felt the tighteneing of her muscles around him as she neared her climax. He thrust harder, pushing her ever closer to it and then through the barrier as her climax exploded through her. Amanda cried out and pushed back and then he was joining her. His balls tensed and then spurts of hot sperm flowed into her as he cried out and filled her with his offering. They continued to encourage the sensations flowing out from their loins to the rest of their bodies until the feelings began to diminish.

John lowered himself over her back, remaining inside her and kissed the nape of her neck whilst his hands sought out, and found, her gently swaying breasts, buoyed by the water.

'You're an amazing woman,' he told her in a whisper.

'Tell me more,' she laughed, grinding her against him.

'You're a gorgeous, sensual woman and I love you,' he obliged her, enjoying the feel of her movements.

Amanda made a deep purring sound like a cat, moved away and twisted around in the bath to lie on her back and look up at him. Then she glanced down at his cock and saw that it remained hard.

'More?' she asked.

John nodded.

With a hungry look she moved to him, her hands wrapping themselves around his cock as she slid down the bath and urged him to sit taller in the water. Her soft lips caressed the crown, kissing him softly. Then she opened her mouth wide and took his cock into her willing mouth.

*

All throughout the next day Amanda had found herself contemplating how she might go about meeting Sung once more, without the trappings of officialdom. Towards the end of a long, unexciting shift she suggested to Bannister that they take a walk around the area where she had indicated she lived. It was not a large detour to make on their way back to the station. It was a fairly quiet residential area on the outskirts of the city centre, a place where the house prices matched the understated opulence of the houses themselves. It was a place where she would like to have lived herself, should her wages ever take a drastic increase and allow her the luxury of even considering moving there.

'The beast of lust raises its' head!' he joked as he indicated and turned the car right. It took them a few minutes to reach the area and then they spent the next ten minutes driving around trying to locate the street she had given them. The development, nice though it was, had gone the way of trends lately and the majority of the homes looked the same as the one next door and the one several houses down. Whatever personal touches there were had been made by the owners themselves.

'It's like our own groundhog day,' he mused. The previous night they had curled up on the couch and watched that movie, one of their favourites. Where the main character had been forced to live the same day over and over again, they appeared to be driving along the same street, no matter which direction they took.

Luck shone on them and Amanda noticed Sung walking along the opposite side of the street, some shopping bags in each hand. As she had been the day before she wore a light coloured dress.

'I wonder if she paid for all those?'

Amanda glanced at him and saw the grin on his face.

'It would give you an excuse to have her strip again for you.'

'Pull in,' she told him. When he had stopped against the kerb she saw Sung cross the road and then head straight down another street. They had come this way before. The only break in the norm had been that there was a small row of shops down there and she assumed that's where she was heading. Amanda got out of the car.

'What are you going to do?' he asked her.

'I really don't know yet,' she said. With a smile, she closed the door and started walking in the direction that Sung had taken. The day was warm and she wanted to take off her jacket but she was one of the few police officers that were always armed and her gun was holstered on her waist. When she turned to the left she noted that Sung was reaching the row of shops and was opening the door into the post office. By the time she reached it there was a sheen of perspiration on her brow from the heat of the day, which the gentle breeze did nothing to eliminate.

Amanda opened the door and stepped inside. There were quite a number of people inside the small office space and she failed to notice Sung at first. When she did she was gripped with an irrational apprehension. It was as though she had become a teenager again and going through what she had when she had asked for a first date. It was a stupid feeling. I'm thirty five years old, she said to herself, a grown woman! She was intelligent, attractive and assertive. She had progressed through a typically male preserve so how could she be feeling so childishly right now? Amanda fought the feelings and pushed them away although her heart continued to beat rapidly. But that wasn't down to apprehension.

That was caused by her attraction to this woman.

It was a mirror image to the day she had realised those particular desires in herself. The first day she had felt drawn to another woman had been quite a revelation, a baptism of sorts. She had never felt that way before and it had struck her so forcefully that she had thought it was just an obsession. That her hormones had been acting weirdly. By the time she realised they weren't and that her feelings were a progression of who she was and what she wanted, that woman had gone from her life and the chance had been wasted. Since then she had vowed never to waste another opportunity when it came along.

And she hadn't.

Sung was standing a few paces away with her back to her. Amanda was able to look past the people in front of her and glanced along the seams of her stockings, now a caramel colour, towards the hemline of her skirt and the manufactured 'v' that pointed towards the delicacies, which lay beneath. Sung shifted position, rubbing one leg against the other. Amanda imagined she could hear the faint noise as nylon pressed against nylon.

Amanda walked forward and went to a rack that held a variety of forms and advertisements for goods and services that was to Sung's left. She took out a form at random which was a television licence form and walked to a counter, took a pen from the inside pocket of her jacket and leant over as if to fill it out. Her eyes glanced left to take in the swell of Sung's breasts. She wondered briefly if she was wearing the same lingerie she had taken from the shop the previous day. Her eyes snapped back to the form when she noticed the Chinese woman glance around her as the queue moved forward.

'Hello,' came her familiar voice a moment later. Sung had left her position in the queue and had come over to her.

Amanda detected a trace of nervousness in her voice. She was probably just wondering what she was doing here. A lot of people easily felt on edge, for no apparent reason, when around police officers. Amanda smiled at her, hoping the gesture would reassure her that she wasn't there because of the shoplifting incident. 'Hello. How are you today?'

'Fine. And yourself?'

'Tired,' she answered honestly. 'And in need of a television licence before I end up in court for not having one.'

'That would not look good,' she said. Sung was more relaxed now. 'I never got the chance to properly thank you.'

Amanda shook her head. 'No thanks needed. All you have to do is keep your promise that you won't do it anymore. Anyway,' she dismissed, 'it's all over now.' Her eyes dipped to the swell of her breasts and then returned to her face. She knew Sung had seen the look in her eyes.

'I don't know if it's appropriate but can you join me for a drink?'

Amanda checked her watch. 'Unfortunately, I'm still on duty.'

'Later this evening perhaps?' suggested Sung.

Amanda took a moment to answer, not wanting to show her eagerness in responding to the suggestion. 'That would be fine.'

'It won't cause a problem will it?'

'Not at all,' Amanda told her. 'Where?'

Sung shrugged her shoulders indecisively which also caused her breasts to rise and fall. 'I haven't lived her that long and really don't know the place all that well. Do you know anywhere?'

'No problem,' she replied. 'I know a charming pub in the country we can go to. What time should I pick you up?'

'Is seven-thirty ok?' she asked.

'Yes.' Amanda picked up her form and folded it into three. 'I have to go, I'm being paged,' she lied, tapping the squat black pager attached to her belt. 'I'll see you later this evening.' She slipped her pen back into her pocket and then walked toward the door of the post office and back into the warm day outside. Across the street she noticed their car. As she crossed the road she cast her mind back to the image of her breasts, knowing how good it would be to hold them in her hands and feel the hardness of her nipples against her fingers. She yearned for them but still had no idea from the short conversation how Sung felt.

The approaching evening would provide the answer.

*

Amanda noticed John entering the bedroom in her apartment as she turned, admiring herself in the full-length mirror, carefully scrutinising every inch of her appearance. There were several discarded choices lying on the bed, shoes on the floor and two drawers of a dresser sat opened, the underwear revealed to be quite an extensive collection. In fact that whole dresser was devoted to lingerie. The top three drawers contained bras, panties of all descriptions, suspender belts, basques, even a nurse's uniform that belonged to an old lover who had left it behind. The final drawer held, at last count, almost forty pairs of pantyhose and stockings and a small collection of toys she enjoyed using when the mood took her.

'I should be upset that this is not for my benefit,' he grumbled, leaning in the doorframe.

She caught his admiring looks in the reflection of the mirror. 'Are you?'

'Not really.'

Amanda smiled at his honesty. 'Well, just bear this in mind. If things don't work out as I hope, you'll have a well dressed, attractive woman to fuck tonight.'

'A comforting thought to wile away the hours tonight,' he said with humour. 'Is that new?'