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Click here"Nice cock!" she groaned, before briefly sucking it into her wet mouth, her tongue running along the underside.
He was still gasping from the intensity of the pleasure when she left his cock cold and wet and was standing again. She put her arms round his neck and pressed her sharp little tits against his chest and her bare mound against his rampant cock. All this time he had kept his arms by his sides by a mammoth effort of will to play her game which he was enjoying immensely.
"You may now hold, stroke and kiss me!" she said with that giggle of hers. She gazed mockingly into his eyes with a lascivious grin.
With a growl he pulled her hard against him, slipping his arms round her back and causing a gasp of surprise from her, which was cut off by his lips crushing hers in a hard open mouthed kiss. Her mouth opened in turn and their tongues played games as he continued to mash her lips.
"So strong, so masterful!" she sighed, waggling her mound against his prick.
"You ain't seen nuffin' yet!" he muttered, and she grinned in anticipation.
"I'll forgive the double negative," she said, gazing cheekily into his eyes.
"O-ho!" he crowed, "The lowly secretary teaching her boss the English language, eh?"
"I'm sure you need 'correction' sometimes!" she said, and he knew she was hinting at a little punishment.
"Not tonight," he said, picking her up and laying her on the bed, then kneeling at the end of it and pulling her legs each side of his head.
"Yes!" she hissed, anticipating his oral attack on her private place.
He spread her labia and licked from vagina to clitoris. No teasing, her vagina was already slick and open, ready for coitus. He applied tongue pressure to her clit which stood up, and she cried out with pleasure, so he did it again and again, until she exploded, scissoring her legs round his head, which pushed his tongue into her sex. So constrained he licked where he could, and it seemed to be enough to prolong her orgasm, as she convulsed again and again, until at last her legs fell apart.
"Arh! No more!" she begged. "Please no more! Do me! Do me now!"
She pushed herself up the bed and he followed, rearing over her on straight arms. She grabbed at his cock and aligned him, whereupon he pushed into her as hard as he might and she yelped at the sudden deep intrusion and pulled him deeper.
He pulled back to her entrance, and pushed in deep again.
"Yes!" she groaned. "That's it! God! You're so hard! I'm full of you!"
He repeated the action, slowly and fully, over and over. She mewed, and whimpered at each thrust, and once again her legs scissored over his upper back as she reached down to finger herself.
He said nothing, but let his thrusting buttocks do the talking, but she was eloquent and appreciative while she ministered to her own need.
"Ooh! This is the best! Yes! Yes! You monster! You lover! Oh, what a fuck!" Her legs beat a tattoo on his back.
Aidan had never had a woman as vocal as Kathy, and it pushed him to greater, harder and faster efforts. He could not stop himself, he speeded up and ravaged the poor girl's pussy with all his power and force, incited by the sight of her kneading her breast with one hand while strumming her clitoris with the other.
"Yes, Aidan! Harder and faster! Do me! Fuck me good!"
Aidan was panting with his exertions, but he managed "Fuck - me - well, not - good!"
"Ok," she gasped back at him with a grimaced grin. "Fuck my grammar, plunder my syntax, you beast!"
Neither had the breath to laugh, but their eyes danced with humour, and Aidan began to feel the gathering. She left her breast and began to beat a tattoo on his back.
Her noises varied as they were rising in pitch and volume, and as he gushed forth into her hungry cunt, she blew.
One sound, a screech: "E-e-e-k!" from her, and he gave vent to a deep throated bellow to match.
They lost all rhythm as they climaxed together, he could feel the spurts of semen, and she could feel him shaking with the intensity of it, which in turn deepened her own ecstasy as her cervix swooped and sucked in his fertile seed.
He pushed feebly a few more times, and she attempted to reciprocate, but they were both exhausted and he collapsed onto his elbows, her pin-prick nips making as if to penetrate his chest.
He slipped from her, and rolled off to her side. They both lay on their backs, panting hard.
"Absolutely, bloody, fucking, brilliant!" eventually escaped her lips.
"Yes, you were!" he gasped; she laughed.
"I meant you!"
"Both of us. That was mind-blowing!"
"Just the mind? I thought you blew very well. I'm certainly well filled!"
"Do you always come like that?" he asked, looking over at her.
"Not usually, that was awesome! You really know how to treat a girl."
He slid out of bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth and towel.
"Open up," he said, and she spread her legs, whereupon his wiped her down and dried her with the towel.
When he returned, she hugged him, those needle sharp breasts pricking his side.
"No man has ever done that for me after sex," she said, "So sophisticated! Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied. "Shall we sleep now?"
"Oh yes, sleep," she said as if just remembering. She closed her eyes and to his amazement, was asleep. He gently moved her head from his shoulder, and she did not stir. He turned on his side towards her, gazed at her pretty face, and at length visually as well as sensually sated, closed his own eyes.
Chapter 14
He awoke, on Wednesday the first day of the year to find, not a pair of breasts pressed against his back, nor his erection (which was real) pressed between the cheeks of a female bottom, but the stroking of a hand over his hair and the word tea spoken in his ear from a female body standing nakedly next to the bed.
He rolled onto his back and sat up, his bare chest gaining a predatory lustful look from the said female,which in turn enhanced his erection.
"Kathy!" he said in surprise. "How long have you been up? You should have woken me."
"Good morning, Aidan," she said sitting in the bed having slipped back beneath the covers, and sipping from her mug. "You worked hard last night," she giggled, "and I thought you needed your rest. Besides, with your strength back, we may manage an encore."
She reached under the bedclothes and grasped his erect cock and gave a satisfied sigh.
"See?" she said happily, "I was right."
"If you want a second helping," said Aidan, "two things have to happen."
She cocked an eyebrow in a question.
"First you need to be on your side of the bed, ready for action which you are, and second, I need to have visited the bathroom."
"And third," she added, "you need to switch on the radio: the New Year's Day Concert from Vienna begins in five minutes, then we need to be in front of the TV for the second half."
"You listen to the concert?" he said, impressed. "So do I. Irish Coffee, Mince Pies and Christmas Cake for the second half."
"Let's fuck for the first half and then get up for the second," she suggested.
"Ok." he said, bounding from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom, only to emerge fully rampant a minute later.
"Had to piss in the sink," he said, laughing, "The old boy wouldn't lie down!"
She was fingering herself vigorously, her legs invitingly wide and her eyes half closed with lust.
"Good," she crowed, "that'll save time. Dive in!"
He did and found her open, slick and ready as he pushed into her. They coupled gently, though Aidan used his length from entrance to her fullest depth to her great delight. It meant the dance went on for half an hour or more to the accompaniment of the Viennese concert and their mutual sighs and groans and moans, as buried within her he rubbed his cock along her spread crease to graze her clitoris again and again, to and fro. From time to time he fondled a breast, flattened as it was by gravity as she lay on her back, and tweaked a nipple to an accompanying yelp from her.
Gradually, Kathy's face took on a look of serious concentration and her breath came more quickly. Aidan enjoyed the sight, his activities the night before allowing him to continue almost indefinitely. Almost.
Suddenly Kathy climaxed with a surprised "O-o-h!" and evidenced by her whole body twitching and her giving little yelps of intense pleasure as her mouth hung slackly and her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Ugh, yeah! Woah! A-a-h!" seemed to epitomise her satisfaction.
Her vocalisation, let alone her spasms, took Aidan by surprise, and brought him to the edge of his own orgasm over which he fell with deep grunts of satisfaction and a twitching of his own, feeling the spurts come powerfully, leaving the end of his cock.
They stilled and stayed as they were, panting, interpenetrated and sated, while they caught their breath.
"You really know how to do it," she said reflectively at length.
"And you know how to bring out the best," he responded.
"The best or the beast?" she giggled.
"Either, both or the breast!" he laughed in return. "Definitely the best breasts, you have."
"Thanks Yoda," Another giggle.
"Don't worry about tomorrow," she added, "we fit together well physically, but I know your heart is elsewhere. No, don't say anything. I just want to thank you while you're still inside, and say if you want to do this again, all you have to do is ask."
"Thanks Kathy," he said. "You're one in a million."
At that they disentangled, and rose to face the day.
"It's good to have traditions," Aidan opined, as they sat watching exquisite dancers in flowing diaphanous dresses flitting through the ornate rooms of some Viennese palace, while the orchestra played a Strauss waltz. "Something you do only once a year makes it special."
She was still in a short bathrobe and Aidan in his dressing gown, and they were drinking Irish Coffee and eating Christmas Cake and Mince Pies sinfully stuffed with cream, curled up together on Aidan's sofa. The coal effect electric fire (Aidan still longed for the real thing but the flat had no chimney) was lit, shedding a warm glow against the grey of the winter morning. In the corner, the fairy lights on the Christmas Tree reflected multicolours on the decorations.
Then came a knock at the door. Aidan went to answer it. He opened the door and there to his surprise stood a worried Julie.
Aidan felt a vicious leap of satisfaction and smiled broadly.
"Julie!" he cried, "Happy New Year! Come in, come in!"
"Er, Aidan," she stuttered, staring at his dressing gown, "I..."
"It was a great party, wasn't it?" Aidan was still smiling, standing back in a physical invitation to enter. "The Viennese Concert is on - Christmas Cake and Mince Pies? Irish Coffee?"
She smiled uncertainly.
"Well, since you're asking... I remember we used to..." and she shed her coat into Aidan's arms and went to the living room.
Aidan hung up the coat and hurried to follow her. He did not want to miss the fun. He watched as Julie entered the room and almost skidded to a stop.
"Hi, Julie!" Kathy greeted her brightly. "I'm Kathy from Aidan's office. Happy New Year! Coffee?" she asked as she stood, allowing her bathrobe to reveal the fact it was all she wore, before hurriedly pulling it closed and tying the belt.
"Er, yes please," a discomfited Julie replied.
"Cake or mince pie?" Kathy questioned from the dining table, as she poured the coffee. "Aidan can certainly cook - but you know that don't you?" It was said very sweetly and innocently without a hint of sarcasm.
"Mince Pie please," Julie answered, looking more and more uncomfortable. She sat down in one of the armchairs.
Kathy served her and then she and Aidan sat back down on the sofa.
"I love this concert," Kathy said to Julie, "New Year's Day wouldn't be complete without it."
"Yes," Julie answered, still looking most uncomfortable, "We always used to..." and she again stammered to a stop.
Kathy affected not to notice Julie's discomfort, and engaged her in conversation about the music and the dresses of the dancers and the lack of female personnel in the orchestra.
Aidan was enjoying the fun, as well as the concert and joined in the comments, and gradually Julie relaxed a little. Kathy plied her with more coffee, and more mince pies and cream, getting some for herself and for Aidan.
Once the concert had finished, Julie began to fidget, and looked so uncomfortable that Kathy announced she was getting dressed and left the room.
Aidan looked at Julie. "So, Julie, what brings you out so early on a New Year's Day morning?"
"Perhaps this was a bad idea, it's just that last night..."
"Julie, I have no problem with last night..."
"I know that, and if I didn't know before coming here, I would by now, wouldn't I? Kathy's nice, isn't she? No it's not that."
"So?"
"I want to explain. You invited me to the party last night, and I left you for another guy. I want to say something about that. You've made it clear over weeks that there's no chance for us to get together again, and when we were dancing and sitting with Caroline and Kevin, it came clear to me that I was never going to get you back. You told me to go and enjoy myself so I did. I met a guy called..."
"Tristram," Aidan interrupted, with a frown.
"You know him?" she was surprised, "He's nice, why the sour face?"
"If you fancy a fling with Tristram, go ahead. He's very rich and has a great penthouse apartment, he's got access to the more exclusive clubs. He'll give you a really good time. Oh, I suppose he already has."
"Yes he has, and it is a nice apartment. How d'you know his name? All that about him? You don't like him."
"He tried to seduce Sam at her leaving party here. She slapped him down verbally, as he was telling her about what he could do for her - once she left me of course."
"But she was leaving..."
"Tristram isn't into long term stuff. He's more a short term lover, a conquest type, but he'll give you a good time. He loves impressing women with his wealth and connections. You know you love the high life, after all you've lived it before."
He couldn't resist the dig and it made an impression. Her face clouded with annoyance, even anger. She knew he was getting at her about her infatuation with Xavier.
"You had to bring up Xavier, didn't you? It wasn't a one night stand with him. He loved me."
"Julie, just do what you want. I know Tristram's reputation from Giles, I wouldn't want you to get your hopes up about him."
"I think you've just got it in for him; he's a nice guy, and he knows his way round a woman."
"So?" Aidan queried. "Why did you need to come round just to tell me that?"
"You've made no secret of the fact that I'm finished as far as you're concerned, so I thought I owed it to you to say I get it. I won't bother you again. You seem to have moved on anyway, but if you ever change your mind..."
Aidan did not enlighten her about Kathy, but smiled with relief.
"Ok," he said, "Thanks for coming to tell me. It's good of you. So now we can relax as brother- and sister-in-law."
She, smiled, stood and they embraced.
"Good luck with Tristram," he said, "I hope you're right and I'm proved wrong."
"Thanks," she smiled. "I enjoyed this morning; quite like old times."
Kathy reappeared after Julie had gone.
"She's still stuck on you," she said, entering the room, "You know that, don't you?"
"She's just told me she's giving up on me," he said looking and feeling puzzled.
"Aidan," she said patiently, "She came round in person. She knows she's sex on legs, and she wanted to make sure you remember that. I bet she told you she'd be available if you changed your mind."
"How did you..."
"Easy," she said, "She wanted you to know she'd spent the night with Tristram. She was looking for some sign of jealousy. Nothing to lose; she knows you'll be seeing her around."
There was a pause while she let it sink in. Then, "D'you want me around today, or shall I go?"
"Fancy a walk? The sun has come out, and we should walk off all that cream."
They went for a long walk, ending at the Plough for a couple of beers. Then after an evening meal of leftovers and cold meats, Kathy went home to prepare for work the next day.
At the end of the day, Aidan sat in his armchair with a last glass of port and some stilton on wholemeal biscuits, and felt very much at peace. His mind was full of the memories of Kathy and her uncomplicated and exhilarating life she shared with him.
As he relaxed further, he found his thoughts turning to Julie. He reprised what Julie had said earlier. He knew Tristram would not last long, and wondered how she would react to his brush-off. He hoped she would not slide into another bout of depression, suspecting that his role of supporter in her emotional life was not over.
There was no longer any resentment against her in his mind. He felt irritated that he could not seem to shake off a feeling of responsibility for her, and he wondered at this. Was it simply responsibility or something more? He supposed there was some sort of love, but certainly not enough on which to base a life.
He thought back over their life together, her dalliance with Xavier, their years living together so happily until, that is, he began to strike out on his own with Vicky. He remembered what Julie had said about Caroline's meddling and its leading to their break-up.
He suspected he had not completely let go of her. She was very attractive, and had a physically arousing presence about her. Therein lay the tension: he wanted her in some basic biological sense, but could no longer trust her. She had failed him twice. Too much.
An insidious thought wormed its way into his mind, that in fact he could accept her straying one more time. She had been through hell since he discovered her at the holiday house, to the extent it damaged her health and well-being. Surely that meant she loved him, even worshipped him, otherwise she would have moved on. It was after all a stupid mistake on her part, coached by Caroline, and if there had not been that misunderstanding about Vicky... What might have been?
He realised with clarity that she did not in fact expect anything permanent from Tristram. It was almost as if she was trying to excite his jealousy. He smiled: she certainly failed in that! However, when that affair was over and Aidan was still free... What then?
Kathy! As quickly as the thought came to him, he knew that his relationship with Kathy was not going anywhere either. She was ten years his junior, and she was not looking for anything more than fun and friendship with benefits. If she were five years older, and were after him seriously, she would have eclipsed Julie as thoroughly as Sam had done.
He remembered how Sam had so infiltrated his psyche that there was no room for anyone else - he had only thought of Julie when they actually bumped into each other. Apart from that she had disappeared off his radar.
He sat up. All that musing had started to depress him. He felt a renewed pang at Sam's betrayal, and uncertainty over Kathy's place in his life. Finally he still had those vague feelings for Julie. He went to bed with his mind in a mess. A fine start to the New Year, was his final thought.
It was a relief next morning to become immersed in numbers at work. They at least did not play with his emotions, or demand his love.
It is clear that it is on Sam to bridge the gap. I hope!
Seems you have lost yourself in the story and hit a road block. Everyone is spinning their wheels making a lot of shit smelling smoke, and not achieving anything.
Hopefully you decide to allow something to happen instead of circling around that stinky smoke.
Been thinking on where this series is going. I've decided that this is about an a man who thinks he's an adult learning how to finally be one, getting all the lessons from the women in his life. But then again, maybe that is the way all men learn how to be an adult. It's a good story. Keep up the good work!
Never been a fan of Sam's character. It's like her entire character is meant to be Aiden's perfect woman reward for being the best boy he could be. And now you've shown your cards by giving her first person perspective treatment, (which was done sloppily and broke the flow of the story) giving away how the rest of the story is going to go. It just bugs me because everything else about the story is so well written, and she has all the character depth of a cardboard cutout. There's four more chapters to come, so maybe I'll come around, who knows.
Hopefully this didn't come off as overly harsh. I wouldn't have such a strong opinion if I wasn't as invested in the story as I am, thank you for writing and posting this story here for everyone.
with not and end or closure in sight, TK U MLJ LV NV