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David and Catherine Ch. 01

By: DavidAngelo474



This is one of a series of 5 chapters that recounts the experiences of David and Catherine and their interaction with acquaintances, Joshua and Sukhi. 

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The Photographs:

Joshua Rupina decided that the last Wednesday of January, was not shaping up to be any better than any other days of that week. In fact it was a hell of a way to kick off the year. The Christmas vacation had not been great. Sukhi, his live-in girl friend, seemed to find every kind of fault with what he wanted to do and how he did it but was unwilling to make better suggestions. So, instead of it being a relaxing time, it became two weeks of sullen tension without even being able to escape to the laboratory.

In spite of having been back at work for two weeks, their relationship had not improved and culminated in a flaming row the previous weekend at the end of which he had packed a bag and cadged a bed with his aunt and her family at Porirua.

Knowing she would have a couple of days off from Tuesday evening, he had telephoned that night to see whether anything could be salvaged, but he might as well have saved his breath. She was fully persuaded that he had an eye on a young Chinese technician at work, after seeing her at the laboratory's Christmas function. He tried to explain that she was extremely friendly to everyone, but had never been known to have any interest in any bloke -- least of all, him! Anyway, she was as flat chested as you could get and that did not appeal to him. 

Sukhi, on the other hand, was nicely endowed with two firm, but beautifully rounded -- how would you describe them -- grapefruit? And they hardly sagged when she took her bra off either. He felt a flutter in his stomach as he recalled the feel of her nipples between his lips and their firmness against his cheeks. The vision of her long legs that flowed from an hour glass figure and terminated with beautifully moulded feet. Even the other air hostesses, all fairly attractive, did not really compete for looks. Well, not in his view! 

It was strange that he had fallen for her in the first place. She was a year older at thirty-one and Indian, although a second generation Kiwi as he was. His mother was part Negro part Fijian and his father Fijian but apart from a darker skin colour, he looked Fijian.

Culturally speaking, Indians were not really acceptable and his family had a bias against them. They had met at Massey University. She was doing a BA and he a BSc and although both had dated non-coloured partners, they really felt more comfortable with another black and had been living together more or less happily for the last two years.

Anyway, all the previous rapport seemed to have evaporated and she was quite uncompromising, thus, this Thursday morning he was not feeling very optimistic about re-establishing their relationship.

A colleague at the medical laboratory, Catherine Bibby, remarked as she went past with a rack of blood samples, "Man, you look pretty unhappy -- what's the problem?" So he explained in a few words what had happened and how, until last night, he had had hopes that he might have been restored to grace. Catherine looked at him oddly and said in a somewhat strained voice, that she had very recently done something similar to David, her partner of three years. "Well," he retorted, " I just hope you did a better assessment of the facts than Sukhi!"

Catherine defensively snapped that the nurse at the hospital had literally thrown herself at David, right in front of her. Joshua apologised immediately, saying that he had no right to make any similar implication in her case, but in any event he had thought that she and David, in particular, had a relationship that would have survived most ups and downs.

"I thought much the same of you," said Catherine with a rueful grin, "you can't be sure of anything these days, can you? Cheer up, it might come right yet." She glanced at her watch. Oops, I'd better get these tests done or I'll be unemployed as well!

Joshua soon became preoccupied with the task in hand -- a large batch of blood samples that the local doctors wanted checked for a particular flu virus -- funny how they often turned up in the middle of summer just after the holidays when you would think everyone would have peak resistance. In fact he was so busy that he did not have time to go out for lunch and bought one of those large peanut biscuits that the mobile cafeteria people sell for a dollar in an honesty box. The laboratory was upstairs in Courtney Place and he usually enjoyed its proximity to so many interesting shops and luncheon opportunities. 

Catherine at the age of 33, had only two weeks before, had a terrible argument about David's supposed affections for a nurse at his hospital, and he had left in high dudgeon for a spare bed at the hospital. After meeting at the hospital where he had been a house surgeon and she was an assistant in the haematology department, they had spent three relatively happy years together. She spent a thoughtful afternoon pondering on whether they had been happy or just comfortable and on Joshua's comment about getting her facts right. 

She filed some patient records and recovered other earlier records with which the most recent tests were to be compared by the visiting pathologist tomorrow, partially preoccupied by wondering if they had just drifted into a relationship by default. 

She remembered the first time she met him when he had rushed a blood sample up to her lab and had waited while she gave him a preliminary result. His first invitation to the cinema was somewhat diffident and followed about a week later. Lovemaking was restricted to some pretty serious kissing for a while, but one day he asked her to go with him to look at a partially furnished flat he was thinking of renting. The real estate agent was not able to go at the time that suited David, so had given David the key. She vividly recalled making some silly remark about the bed looking comfortable and his equally jocular question as to whether she wanted to try it out. They sat on the edge of the bed and bounced up and down a few times until they finally collided and ended up in a tangle on the bed. One thing lead to the next and finished with a proposition that she move in with him.

She was at the top of the ladder as Joshua came through clutching a polystyrene mug of Coco Cola. "I'm off," he announced. "Got to catch the unit to Porirua -- see you in the morning." Catherine began climbing down the ladder. " Hang on a minute, will you? I'll come out with you. I hate setting that damned alarm."

She was on the last step when the heel of her somewhat chunky shoe caught the edge and threw her off balance and she crashed, side-on, into Joshua. With a muttered oath, he got an arm around her as they both collapsed onto the floor, just preventing her from striking her head on an adjacent steel filing cabinet. "Sorry,' said Catherine from where she lay within a powerful arm, "are you OK?" 

As they disentangled themselves, she was conscious of a mild excitement within her caused by the physical contact and the much-missed masculine company of David, but this was soon dispelled as the magnitude of the disaster became apparent. The mug of Coke was squashed flat and the entire contents soaked into Joshua's shirt. "This'll look good on the train," he groaned.

"Oh, Josh. I am sorry. Look, my apartment is only a block away in Tennyson Street. It's above a converted warehouse, but I have a washing machine and a drier so you could be shipshape again in about an hour, that is if you're not in a rush. I can also add my gratitude by offering a not-so-bad frozen pizza for tea, while you are waiting for the shirt to dry."

Josh thought about it for less than a split second. His aunt and family were lovely, but the kids expected big cousin Joshua to romp around on the floor half the night and he wasn't really in the mood. Anyway, he would look a right idiot getting onto the train with Coke stains all over his shirt, and Catherine was a really good sort. "Gee, that would be great thanks, Catherine; can I buy a couple of cans of nice cold beer to go with it? I tell you what! After all this heat and humidity, it's going to bucket down very soon, so we had better hurry." 

Catherine slipped off her Coke stained lab coat and tossed it in the laundry bin, grabbed her purse and slipped into her jacket as she chased Josh down the stairs. He had entered all the numbers and was only waiting to push the reset button. A boutique wine seller was nearby, so Josh bought a chilled bottle of Chardonnay instead of beer and re-joined Catherine as they hurried to her apartment. Since Josh was with her, she took a short cut up a narrow service lane that ended in Argyle Street, which soon connected to Tennyson. They arrived at a door to one side of an electrical and lighting showroom, Catherine produced a key from the depths of her bag, and they were soon climbing the stairs to a very pleasant flat.

"Gee, this is nice -- really handy to work and you nearly had a view of the harbour as well," said Joshua as he peered out onto the street, " but I guess it would have cost a bundle to have a view as well,!"

Catherine took off her jacket and slung it over a chair. "Let's get this washing going," she called from the bathroom cum laundry. Josh followed the voice until he reached a very modern bathroom with matching washer, dryer and tub along one wall, and bath, shower, loo and vanity around the other three walls. "Oh boy, all mod cons," commented Joshua as he unbuttoned his shirt and gave it to her. 

As she leant over the machine to insert it, Joshua said, "Ha! You didn't escape after all. The Coke went right through your lab coat and is all over the back of your blouse." "Blast!" she exclaimed as she undid the buttons and added the blouse to the washer. "Well, never mind. It will all come out in the wash, as they say."

As Catherine turned away from the machine, she suddenly froze. Josh glanced in the direction in which she had fixated and saw that she was looking at their reflection in the mirror. He was standing half facing the mirror a little distance from her. It was a remarkable sight. The contrast of their skins and their difference in bulk was quite arresting. His skin was very dark although not as black as his part Negro ancestry might imply, while hers was really quite fair, other than for the effects of a light tan. She was 165 cm against his 190 cm. She was nicely proportioned and he had a Jonah Lomu physique.

They both gazed in appreciation at the picture they made, each more conscious of the other than of themselves. They were both physically attractive people and in their current circumstances it seemed OK to notice! The truth was that there was some really powerful imagery there, but neither wanted to say so. "We would make a good photo," joked Joshua, "the kind you see in some photographic exhibitions." Catherine was unwilling to move. 

The picture absolutely fascinated her and provoked a confusion of emotions. She was acutely aware of his powerful maleness and his quite good looks. "I've got a Polaroid, " she managed to say as casually as she could. Joshua pursed his lips for a moment, "Well at least you wouldn't have to take it into a shop for developing, and if you didn't like it, you can always tear it up afterwards." "Would you like to? " she asked tentatively, as she added soap powder and switched on the machine. " Well, that might be fun and I've plenty of time. The next train that I could catch, doesn't go until, ah---let's see, nine o'clock. You find the camera, I'll put the wine in the fridge and turn on the oven."

While he was putting the wine in the fridge, he spotted the pizza, slid it out of its box ready to go into the oven when it had pre-heated. Catherine returned with the camera on a tripod, "Where do you think we should take it from?" Joshua pondered. "I'm not much of a photographer, but if you have several shots left, you could try taking the reflection in the mirror as long as the flash doesn't mess it up, and perhaps another, using the light from the window in the living room."

Without another word, Catherine went back to the bathroom and set the camera in a corner pointing at the mirror. She waved Joshua to the place where he had been standing to make sure that it would frame up OK and get them both in. The bathroom was a bit narrow and she guessed that they would have to stand fairly close together. She stepped in front of him to see how the pose should be before setting the auto timer. 

"It's spoilt by your black bra, I think. You need to get rid of it. Its colour is intrusive and the -- ah -- contrast between us is...well...diminished for want of a better word." "What are you suggesting?" said Catherine curiously, "That I should change my bra -- or just take it off?" "Well, I meant changing it, but since you mention it, taking it off would make a fantastic picture, don't you think?" replied Joshua as casually as he could as he pretended to strike a pose with his chest tensed and a hand in his pocket. The reality was that he put a hand in his pocket to cover up the slight enlargement that was occurring in his trousers. 

Catherine stood there stunned by the idea, but aware of a pulsing turmoil in her stomach and a developing dryness in the back of her throat. All her developed instincts were to put a blouse back on -- not take her bra off! She liked Joshua enormously, as a respected colleague. However, she had never been conscious of any particular feeling for Josh as a man - until she fell into his arms, that was, and that was only a fleeting sensation. But they did present a fascinating sight, and her black bra definitely did not add to the picture. She studied the image. In her mind's eye she saw an indefinable beauty in the extraordinary contrasts of the human body, between male and female, large and small and black and white. 

It made such an impact that she really did want to capture it in a photograph if she could. The idea of being photographed with this black man was also strangely exciting in a way she had never experienced, so she was not really thinking of where all this might lead. Maybe it was just an issue of modesty and shyness and a pattern of developed behaviour in which she always found herself acting in a sexually restrained fashion? 

Do I really need to be that self-conscious about my breasts? 

David had always said they looked very nice, but now David was probably saying the same about that nurse! The first time David had seen her was in the light from the street as the power to the flat had not been connected -- and she was much too preoccupied with what David was doing to her! She let out her breath in a long sigh of frustration and indecision, and, as if that was an affirmative signal, immediately felt his fingers on her back as he began to fiddle with the catch on her bra. 

The touch of his fingers on her bare back sent little ripples of excitement through her system, and an unrecognised part of her wanted him to touch her more. Before the saner part of her had time to stop the movie, he had undone the catch and was lifting the straps off her shoulders.

Still in a state of a delicious semi-shock at what was happening, she watched the straps slide down her arms and the bra drop to the floor. She stood there feeling awkward with her nipples hardening as the fresh humid air caressed them and an inner excitement provoked them. Joshua put his big hands on her shoulders and made her pull her shoulders back and stand up straight instead of trying to wrap herself up. "That's better," he said as her breasts tensioned up. He twisted her slightly to give a little more frontal than side view. And what beautiful breasts she had. Like pyramids -- wide at the base and rising sharply to pointed nipples, and because there was no great mass of tissue, they remained firm and taut. But the colour was something again! Peaches and cream with pinkie brown nipples. How he longed to touch them. "You look extremely beautiful," was all he managed to say as she blushed slightly.

He closed up behind her and put both arms loosely around her waist. His dark muscular biceps contrasted sharply with her soft fair skin as his arm passed her rounded breast. They moved a little, this way and that, comparing the different poses, but afraid to move too much in case it broke the spell. Catherine could not believe how attracted she was to the picture that they presented (and to the man) and, judging by the firmness she could feel behind her, Josh was pretty excited by it too!

"We will have to wait," said Joshua lightly, and felt her tense slightly, "until the marks of your bra have disappeared from under your arms and over your shoulders." She giggled with relief, and further emboldened, he told her just how beautiful she looked at that moment. "You could put the pizza on," he suggested, " while I just watch you to make sure that you do everything right." 

Catherine, flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, dug him in the ribs with her elbow and marched off to the kitchen. She felt absolutely 'wanton' as she went straight to the kitchen, instead of going to the bedroom for a blouse, followed by Joshua who perched himself on a bar stool and cupped his chin in his hands. "Don't just sit there, perving. Make yourself useful," she admonished, "by taking the cork out of the wine or something. And shouldn't you phone your aunt?" "We could get one photo over, " he suggested, itching to get his arms around her again, "while the pizza heats up." "What do you mean -- get one photo over! Is it going to be that much of a chore? Anyway, I am so dry I do need a drink, so hurry up with that wine." 

The call for wine was as much to support her flagging courage as to dispel her thirst and to give him something else to do other than to look at her. "The light from the window is fading very quickly as the sky gets darker," Joshua advised, thinking quickly. "Well, OK then, but let me have some wine first, while you go and use the phone over there." Joshua handed her a glass and she had a deep swallow. "Boy, that was good," she pronounced. "It is a nice wine," he agreed, as he headed for the phone. Catherine popped the pizza into the oven, had another swallow of wine and went to the bedroom where she slipped on a light blouse. So that she would not look as if she had changed her mind, she only did up the middle button but it made her feel a bit more comfortable. 

"I'll get the camera ready if you like," he called as he shot into the bathroom without further invitation and returned with the camera that he set up in the middle of the window with enough room behind to peer through the viewfinder, pointing across the direction of the light. Very artistic, he thought to himself. If it's always like this, I could get quite interested in photography! "OK, it's ready," he called. "How are the marks?" he asked as she appeared beside him still wearing the blouse. 

She undid the button and took the blouse off, pirouetted quickly and asked if she passed muster and where should she stand. He stood her in the shaft of soft light, which struck her obliquely making sharp shadows. "It's hard to say how it will look since I am not there too, so we will just have to take the picture and see what happens. Do I push this button with the 'T' on it?" She nodded and felt all the excitement coming back, now aided by the effects of a glass of wine.

Suddenly, he sprang from behind the camera and stood behind her with his arms around her waist. This time there was no pretence about keeping his distance, and she could feel the smooth warm skin of his chest on her bare back. The camera clicked, and the usual whirring followed as it began to process the photo. 

They stood there as if transfixed, enjoying the contact while waiting for the photo to emerge. It flopped onto the floor. They both moved to pick it up and sort of collided. "Bags first look!" she proclaimed and grabbed it off him. She pealed the backing off the photo and they watched the image appear. 


David and Catherine Ch. 01



The composition was sort of on the lines of what they were trying to achieve, but it had not captured what they had both seen in the bathroom. "Oh look at that," said Joshua eyeing the dark shadow in the photograph on the front of his light brown trousers. "There are Coke stains on my trousers as well!" "So there are," she said mischievously, "maybe you should take them off so that I can wash them too!" 

She immediately regretted what she had said, motivated, more by a waspish desire to turn the tables on him for having suggested that she remove her bra, than an intention to be provocative. Embarrassed, she grabbed her blouse slipped her arms into it and went off with the camera to the bathroom, her blouse billowing out behind her.

He felt another wave of excitement engulf him. How could he take his trousers off and not reveal all, well almost all, through his somewhat brief briefs? Catherine had always seemed a very conservative and 'proper' young woman who kept to herself and avoided flirting and this hitherto unknown provocativeness and flippancy had thrown him off balance a little.

Joshua trailed into the bathroom flipping off the switch to the washing machine as he entered, slipped off his shoes and socks, which he kicked into a corner and undid his zip. He stepped out of his trousers, emptied the pockets of a small wallet and handkerchief, and dropped the trousers into the washer. The die was cast now -- with the exception of the briefs he was wearing, everything else was now wet!

Catherine did not know which way to look and felt that the temperature of the room had suddenly gone up about ten degrees. She found herself admitting that he was very good looking, dark skinned and all. She had always wondered whether Jonah Lomu was attractive simply as a man, or because he was an All Black, but maybe now she now had the answer? Joshua stood behind her a little so that she could not see much of his briefs and they looked at one another via the mirror. 

He grasped her unbuttoned blouse and slid it back off her shoulders and flicked it onto the washer. His rippling leg muscles now showed amongst the folds of her navy skirt and she could see his firm neat bottom. He puzzled that she seemed taller than before and realised that he had taken his shoes off but she had not. Leaving her shoes on had made her taller and one of the contrasts of the picture had been in their disparity of size. He knelt at her feet and put a hand on first one ankle then the other as he lifted each foot and removed her shoes. She had the most beautiful feet he had ever seen with a perfectly proportioned line of toes. The touch of his hand on her ankle sent shivers up her spine and the electricity continued to flow as he stood closely behind her again. 

They could both see that the picture was still not right, and it was her skirt. He moved his hands from around her waist and fiddled with the buttons of her skirt. It fell to the floor around her bare feet and she kicked it to one side. She almost stopped breathing as she drank in the vision of their legs and bodies, each perfect in their own way. Catherine had never thought her legs were all that marvellous, but beside his muscular one, her leg looked soft and beautifully moulded. 

Joshua chuckled. "You've got black panties and I've got white! We are back to front! We should swap...................." " but we could just take them off!" they both chorused together amid laughter. The laughter died away into an embarrassed silence but neither moved, as if any movement at all might commit them both to something unimaginable. 

Suddenly, Joshua lurched away. "The pizza! I can smell the pizza. I hope it hasn't caught fire." She heard a clatter and the oven door clunk shut followed by the soft sound of his feet on the polished floor as he re-appeared. She recalled the current mythology about Negro men and had a sudden and irrational fear that he might have a dick twelve inches long or something. As he returned, Joshua noted that she had not moved and he noticed for the first time the flat shoulders, narrow waist and wide hips. She had an exquisite body, for a non-black. 

There was no uncontrolled passion or lust, just an intense internal excitement within both of them. Neither moved, neither spoke. They just looked at one another in the mirror. She in her black panties, he in his white. He was the first to move, by beginning to set up a pose, standing close behind her with his arms loosely clasped in front of her. 

Catherine leant back into him so that she could feel his chest on her back. They could see the camera lens watching them and each was trying to imagine what the shot would look like without the briefs and panties, and, what might follow if they took them off. Joshua unclasped his hands and began to slide his thumbs inside the elastic waist- band at the sides of her panties. He felt her stiffen as he slowly exerted some downward pressure. He sensed her ambivalence and was scared that she might suddenly break away. She gave the faintest wriggle of her hips as if to help their removal and Joshua quickly slid them off her hips and let them drop to the floor. Catherine now felt so wet inside her that she hoped it was not showing and her chest was heaving in a way that she wondered if there was something wrong with her breathing. What am I doing?

Without moving a millimetre away from her, he quickly removed his own briefs keeping his erect dick concealed as it pressed into the small of her back. At least she could not see it. But Catherine had felt the briefs sliding down against her bottom and the sensation of this firm hot object at her back. Her legs felt like jelly and her cheeks were flushed and she was wallowing in a confusion of emotions. "Josh, I can't keep this up," she gasped. "For goodness sake hurry up and take the photo."

He moved back to the camera, peered through the viewfinder for a moment, then pushed the button and moved back. In the split second it took him, Catherine was relieved to see that his dick was quite normal and in proportion to his size. Then followed the usual flash of light and whirring of cogs and the soft plop as the photo hit the floor. 

Neither moved to pick it up. Joshua remained standing with his hands clasped around her, but this time he could just feel the top of her silky pubic hair. Another inch down and . . . . but instead, he moved his hands to rest astride her glorious hips. "There are at least four more frames. How adventurous do you want to be? We could have one photo in the shower and another one or two somewhere else."

The moisture between her legs was now so pronounced that she opted for the shower, suggesting that she would get the water the right temperature while he focussed the camera. "You'll probably have to hurry or the lens might steam up" she advised.

Joshua thought somewhat ironically, that it would steam up any minute whether the water was turned on or not! Catherine unhooked the shower curtain and laid it on the floor in front of the shower and put a couple of towels within reach, then adjusted the mixer to a warm flow. She stood to one side to allow Joshua to enter. The timer was running and they would get only one shot at this without flooding the bathroom. Facing one another, they each put their arms on the other's hips and pulled their pelvises together. Leaning back slightly to allow the water to splash between them, they glanced at the camera just as it flashed. 

The water was splashing all over the place so Catherine quickly turned it off and they stood there dripping. Joshua reached past her to the little corner shelf and grabbed the bottle of yellow coloured hair conditioner. He opened the lid, and with one squeeze of his powerful hand, hit her between the breasts with a solid jet of the thick yellow liquid. That will stop her rushing off anywhere, her thought. 

Catherine's squeal of surprise stopped as two large hands began to spread the stuff all over her chest and around her back. An intense pleasure began to suffuse her body. But there were things she wanted to do too. She bent down and picked up the conditioner bottle and squirted a good dollop onto his midriff. Joshua sucked in his breath as he felt her hands kneading and exploring the muscles of his abdomen and buttocks, and when covered in the thick conditioner, move down to his dick which she gently encircled with her hands. She massaged the whole area taking care to ease the vigour of her movements when she detected his breathing increase suddenly.

He put his arms around her, and sliding his hands up and down her back to her neat bottom, pulled her to him. They stood touching, chest to thighs, and wriggling ecstatically against one another with the slippery conditioner. He lifted her face between his hands and gently kissed her closed eyes and lovely lips. He noticed that her hair was still pulled back and tied on the top of her head. She looked like an adorable pixie.

Catherine leaned back and gave the shower a burst so that they could quickly sluice the conditioner off. 

They stood there just touching for a minute, as the water ran off them, then Joshua leant forward and put an arm under hers and casually lifted her up. He carried her from the shower, both still dripping wet, and stopped in front of the camera. "Press the button," he instructed, then stood back while he held her and the camera did its work, then continued his march towards the bedroom. 

Their sexual excitement had been rising and falling on and off for such a long time that Catherine was aching to be taken over the top to fulfilment while Joshua was terrified that he might explode somewhat inappropriately at any moment. When he reached the bedroom, he tossed her unceremoniously across the bed following closely behind. Catherine's nipples were so hard that they were hurting. Her breath was coming in short bursts and the excitement in her abdomen was intense as Joshua landed on top of her. She raised her knees to allow his massive thighs to settle between her legs and reached forward to grasp his dick and guide it to her very wet entrance. She thrust her pelvis upwards just as he pressed down and felt the full size of him slide inside her. She gasped with the intensity of the fire and the charge that it gave her and she saw white flashes before her eyes with the electrical jolt she received when the full weight of his pelvis suddenly pressed into her clitoris. Her back arched and her fingernails dug into his bottom as she cried out in uncontrolled ecstasy. Then she seemed to detach from her body and float free in a hazy cloud from which it was too much of an effort to gather her wits. Just letting it flow over her was the line of least resistance. 

Joshua heard her cry somewhere in the distance and wondered vaguely if he was too heavy for her but he was way past being able to do anything about it consciously. Every circuit in his body was under the control of an electrical storm that was playing havoc with both nerve endings and muscular control. His upper body rose up on straightened arms, throwing even more weight onto his beleaguered pelvis, already suffering from a fire storm. He groaned a sort of 'aaarrrggghhh' and slumped onto his elbows gasping for breath. After a few moments he was conscious that there was this fragile little being underneath him somewhere and he straightened his arms again so that he would not smother her. 

Catherine was lying quite still with her eyes closed and breathing jerkily through her partly open mouth, her breasts heaving gently under still hard and erect nipples. He used his legs to squeeze hers together so that he could roll over and let her rest on top of him. She lay on top of him in an untidy heap, like a tiny rag doll, with her cheek resting on his chest and her wet hair, still tied up, and shedding water onto his skin.

Catherine was only vaguely conscious of being turned over and grateful for this time of respite. Lying on top of him, she felt very much as if she had been beached after surviving a violent storm at sea -- now safe at last, relaxed and peaceful, and full of the joy at the prospect of living. She stirred a little and flexed her vaginal muscles just to remind herself that although now relaxed, he was still inside her. She began to struggle to sit up, but his arm was heavy across her bottom, and she found that she couldn't be bothered making the effort anyway. Instead, she straightened her legs within his and began to draw lines around his nipple with her fingernail. "You know," she said, "I cannot imagine ever having a climax like that again. David and I always had enjoyable sex, but we were both pretty conservative I suppose, which meant that we never pushed our feelings or our desires to the outer limits. It never occurred to us, or rather to me, to do so, because what we had was perfectly OK and acceptable. It has come as a bit of a shock to discover that there is another dimension or level that you can reach. Does that make any sense?"

Joshua was thoughtful for a moment. " I hear what you are saying, and perhaps familiarity diminishes the need to experiment. My climax was pretty special also. However, I've never been sure that men and women can make valid comparisons. We seem to be so different sexually. Would it be fair to say that women have a much wider variation in intensity of their climaxes? Climaxes in men, well in me anyway, do vary in intensity but seemingly not as much as I have sensed in women. Maybe I should begin an in-depth survey, starting now! First question. Are you really very conservative by instinct, or do you just think you are because of circumstance?"

"Walking out of the bathroom without my bra on and letting you watch me made me feel wanton, but perhaps liberated is a better word. Part of me quite enjoyed it but I did not feel physically all that comfortable because I have always worn one and kept myself covered up. Maybe it's just a question of getting used to the feel." "Well I can relate to that. Men are not very comfortable without some support and most would be highly embarrassed to be seen with an erection in any circumstances other than at the beginning of love-making. But once again, it is probably a question of what you are used to. However, in terms of being adventurous, do you mean you haven't had sex on the kitchen table or in the shower or that you haven't tried every position in the book?"

"No I haven't," Catherine replied almost defensively, "and I can't say why. Circumstances coupled with a natural reticence, I guess. What about you?" "For a man in this day and age, I suppose I am not all that widely experienced and Sukhi has always seemed a bit conservative, so I haven't pushed any esoteric sexual gymnastics! I have thought about it though! I enjoyed our shower, especially when you bent over to pick up the shampoo. I was tempted to.. ah, pull you onto me!" "Josh, you wouldn't have?" Catherine protested with a stirring of excitement nevertheless. "Oh yes," said Josh, "and then I would have laid you on the kitchen table and had you for dessert -- covered in jam and honey." Josh paused for breath but as there was no adverse body language, he carried on. "Then when it got dark, I would hitch you up with your legs around my waist and have sex in front of the window -- an exciting shadow for passers-by, and for an encore, have you lean over that high backed settee so that I could ravage you from behind." "That's all I can think of for starters," he added almost apologetically. 

Catherine squirmed on him as her juices began to flow again and she realised that his juices were leaking out of her as well. What on earth had come over her? She detached herself and mopped herself up with some tissues. She stood there looking at him, conscious that her nipples were as erect again as he was becoming. The sky had darkened as the rain had arrived and the humidity had risen -- no wonder it was so hot, and so comfortable just standing there with nothing on, as she admitted to herself.

With a dryness in her throat again and a churning in her stomach, she glanced at the darkening window. "OK," she challenged, "let's see if your fantasies work."

Joshua could not remember a time when he had been so sexually aroused by seven words. He was, traditionally, a one orgasm-a-night man but here, twenty minutes after the first one, he was already feeling as if his dick would explode. He leapt off the bed and chased her into the sitting room, where he cornered her by a small table. He hoisted her up so that she was lying on it and leant forward to suck those wonderful nipples. He had been itching to do that since he first saw them but this was the first time he had the opportunity without other distractions diverting him. 

Catherine sighed deeply as the stimulation zapped back through her nervous system and she lay back with her eyes closing as rising excitement began to engulf her again. She felt him raise her legs so that they rested over his shoulders, then came the searing shock as his tongue darted inside her and his teeth raked her clitoris. He sensed how close she was to a climax, so he stood up, and with the backs of her legs against his chest and her ankles touching his ears, he gently inserted his dick into the entrance of her glistening love spot. One thrust of his hips and he was fully engaged. He then moved her legs to lock around his waist and pulled her upright. 

With her hands around his neck and his hands around her waist, he shuffled across to the window. "Someone might see," she wailed as she wriggled on him. But thus impaled, escape was impossible. "Too bad, " he grunted, " you provoked me! Anyway, anyone standing outside in that rain looking up at your window deserves to see something to make it worthwhile."

By now, Catherine was beyond caring. The sheer audacity of the situation excited her so much that she squeezed her knees around his waist and began to pull herself up and down on him. Her vaginal muscles were contracting in a rapid rhythm as she rose and fell and it was only a matter of a minute before she felt the climax strike with a suddenness that took her by surprise. 

The bolt of energy that surged through her body was so intense that it almost made her release her grip around his neck and it was all she could do was to press herself against him like a drowning person clutches at a lifesaver. Joshua was not in much better a position as his second climax was nearly as paralysing as the first, but this time he had to support the weight of both of them! 

He staggered back to the settee where he rested against its back as he struggled to regain control of his muscles. When he recovered his strength after few minutes he suggested that they would now have a very erotic picture if she liked to hang on while they went for the camera. With his forearm firmly under her bottom she clung to him in a state of suspended animation as he slowly walked them to the camera in the bathroom. 

She leant back at arm's length to better show off the position they were in, then leaned forward and touched the button. 

Catherine said that she had noticed the other photos lying on the floor, so Joshua bent his legs so that her feet, which were six inches off the ground, now touched the floor and she was able to let him slip out of her. 

She quickly peeled the covers off the photos and was pleased with the shot in the shower -- they looked as if they were having fun. The picture taken as they came out of the shower all dripping wet, was quite good too -- one could easily imagine that there was a real look of anticipation! The photo taken in the mirror was wonderful. It seemed to capture most of the elements that she had at first seen. Joshua bent down and picked up the last photo and peeled off the cover. It looked as if they were right in the middle of the sexual act! "Wow!" said Joshua and Catherine felt goose-pimples creep over her as she looked at it. "Phew!" said Joshua, "Who said you were a conservative lover? Just two more acts to go." She groaned, "Don't be ridiculous, I couldn't possibly do it again. I have never had more than two orgasms!" 




David and Catherine Ch. 01



He put on his briefs and Catherine went to her room where she selected a long tailed silk shirt which she put on with a couple of buttons fastened. They met in the kitchen and she handed him another glass of wine. "Drink that up while I get you some overcooked pizza to eat." They sat at the table and hungrily munched lukewarm pizza that they washed down with the wine. "You know, I might have to revise my words about never having another climax like that first one," Catherine confessed, " because I think the second one was even more intense, even if it didn't last as long. Does it affect men the same way?" "Well, it doesn't happen very often, so it's a bit hard to be sure, but I don't think so. Men lose their steam pretty quickly, especially if the climaxes are close together. My first one was a real bone-shaker but the second one was much less powerful."

Joshua stood up and carefully cleared all the dishes off the table and wiped it down with a cloth. Catherine marvelled at the domesticity he demonstrated until the ulterior motive became obvious. "Now," he announced with a deep Negro accent, "I fancy a honey chile' for my dessert." "Oh no, I couldn't stand jam everywhere," she protested.

"This is different," Joshua advised. "In this game you get to put the honey where you think I would like to lick it from -- just a dab here and there." 

He held the carton of honey out to her. Catherine felt a strange stirring in her stomach again as she evaluated the idea of this game and she realised that the wine had probably diminished her inhibitions. She stood up and undid the buttons of the shirt and shrugged it off her shoulders. Dipping her finger into the honey, she smeared a generous amount around each nipple , then licked her finger sensuously. Joshua did not move. "Is that all you think I want? Here, you sit up on the table and I will show you. " "Now lie down and put your feet against my chest." Joshua dipped his finger in the honey and taking each foot in turn, painted several of her toe nails. "You have extremely pretty feet and you should wear shoes that show them off, not those clunky ones that are so fashionable." 

Catherine looked at her feet and the contrast they made against his skin and thought that they looked OK, but wondered if David had found them attractive but never bothered to say so. However, it was the tingling sensation that went right up her legs each time he touched a foot that surprised her. Then came the sensual shock as he placed another knob of honey on his finger and slid it inside her. 

He leant forward and squeezed each breast to a point as he sucked the honey from each nipple. She could feel a tightness growing in her breasts as her nipples became erect again.

Joshua then took each foot in turn and slowly and thoroughly sucked all the honey from each toe. Catherine was almost beside herself, unsure whether what he was doing was making her feet feel ticklish or whether the shafts of electric fire that were arriving in her pelvis were the result of his tongue massaging her toes. In any event, the effect was as exciting as any she could remember. He then let his tongue trail up the inside of her leg, past the knee until it arrived at the honey spot. By now she was gripping the edge of the table as all her nerve endings began to make their presence felt. Then it happened. His tongue darted inside her as it searched for the honey and sucked up the nectar. This caused a cataclysmic explosion of exquisite fire to suffuse her body and she felt as if she had been catapulted off into space and landed on a warm cloud. 

She heard somebody cry out and supposed that it must have been her, which was followed by diminishing waves of muscles spasms as she lay quite still with her skin still tingling wherever it was touched. Joshua went into the bedroom where he pulled down the bedspread and blankets and then returned to the side of the table and gently picked her up and carried her to the bedroom where he lay down beside her. He slipped off his briefs and snuggled in behind her, cradling her head in his arm. They lay in companionable silence for quite some time.

"I've absolutely amazed myself,' Catherine said at last. "I never would have thought that I could be so uninhibited. I think that I got worse after every drink! And what is more, I would never have believed that I could have had three climaxes within the hour. What surprises me most of all is the discovery of new planes of awareness and sexuality. You didn't have another orgasm, did you?" "Goodness me, no! Two in this space of time is about all I could manage. Men seem to need to recharge their batteries and it takes different lengths of time depending on how they are feeling. You shouldn't be too surprised, though. You are very responsive to touch and atmosphere."

Catherine wriggled her back against his chest and could feel his dick pressing between her buttocks which emboldened her to ask. "Do you like anal sex?" she asked bluntly. "I've never tried it." Josh thought for a minute. "In fact I cannot imagine Sukhi being in the least interested and I have never had any great desire to try. I'll bet you haven't either. Why, do you fancy having a go? I'll bet it's easier said than done. You probably need heaps of lubricant. Did you ever see 'The last Tango in Paris'? He used butter. You're a bit short on margarine!" he observed. 

Catherine smiled ruefully to herself as she imagined Josh's black dick smothered in yellow margarine plunging into her backside. She sat up suddenly remembering that she needed to put his clothes into the dryer and scurried off. Joshua thought she had a gorgeous back and bottom and his dick stirred slightly. 

After a few minutes he called out, "Bring the camera back with you so that I can get a photo of the last act." She returned in a few moments with the camera. "What do you mean -- 'the last act'. My last act was to put your clothes in the dryer!" she stated as she stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips and her nipples thrust out challengingly. "Not so." Said Joshua. "You have a choice again this time. Either you bend over the settee by the window, in front of the assembled crowd that are waiting outside expectantly, or you kneel on the bed. But you'll be relieved to know that I won't need any margarine on this occasion." 

Josh stood up beside the bed and pressed her against him as he tilted her pixie face towards him and kissed her lips. Their tongues met in a frenzy of thrust and parry and Josh suddenly felt his dick go hard and erect. If Catherine had any doubts her ability to perform the 'last act', they were dispelled as she felt his erect dick slide across her stomach and the now familiar butterflies churn in her stomach. She was amazed at how easily she allowed herself to become aroused. They were both becoming highly stimulated and Catherine could tell by the intensity of his kisses that he wouldn't last much longer. They broke apart breathing heavily.

Taking the initiative this time, Catherine climbed onto the bed and knelt with her face on the pillow and her bottom in the air. Josh nearly climaxed at the sight of her beautiful buttocks atop her long thighs flowing down to a breast with its nipple just brushing the sheets. He peered through the viewfinder and pressed the button. 

He quickly climbed onto the bed, side-on to the camera, and positioned himself behind her. The camera flashed just as he placed the head of his dick into her wet entrance. With great eagerness, he grasped her hips and pulled her back, thrusting himself fully into her. He almost felt giddy with excitement and only restrained himself from an orgasm with great difficulty. 

Catherine felt his dick slide right into her depths together with rippling waves of pleasure as he moved backwards and forwards a few times. Then he leant forward and with one hand, squeezed and pressed one nipple and breast and with the other, her pinched her clitoris. Her own climax came almost immediately, in a burst of pleasure seconds after she felt his muscles tense and his essence of life jet into her. She liked having her face buried in the pillow as it seemed to stop her head from detaching and floating about as a great fire suffused her entire body. 

Joshua slumped down sideways, pulling her with him and they lay together gasping for breath. Catherine closed her legs together and could feel Josh inside her as his dick gradually relaxed. She teased it by contracting her muscles and having Josh groan with pleasure and in retribution, tweak her nipple which he had his hand cupped around. 

"There you are then," Josh finally said, "you can easily have four orgasms after all. I must say that I was very glad to be kneeling and not standing, as I had a real bone-shaker. It would have been interesting to have the camera go off at the moment of climax though. As it is, you've probably got an X-rated photo!" 

Catherine would have liked a photo of the way they were now lying, with Josh curled around her as they lay in a sort of an S shape. However, she dangled an arm over the side of the bed and felt around for the photograph on the floor until she was able to grab it. She peeled the cover off and handed it to Josh. Sure enough, it was explicit! You could see his shaft just as it was beginning to enter her and it captured a dreamy expression on her face as she lay with her eyes closed and her face on the pillow with the first of the erotic ripples running through her. "Is my education complete now, do you think?" Catherine asked dreamily. "I really don't think there could be much more that I could experience and if there was, I probably couldn't handle it. What a night! I'd better make sure that I don't fall off the ladder again in a hurry. Suppose it had been into old Arthur?" she giggled. 

Joshua laughed but wondered how Sukhi would have reacted in a similar situation. Would she be in bed with some bloke indulging in wild sex? Catherine must have had a similar thought. "It's odd but I don't know how I would feel if I found out that David had done exactly the same thing, although I could hardly complain! What would you be thinking if Sukhi was doing this with someone at this very moment?"

"Hey. Don't ruin my night. It was fantastic and fabulous. I am in an emotional turmoil as it is without having to cope with a good dose of jealousy as well. You are a wonderful person, you know Catherine, and you have helped me discover that I was capable of doing all sorts of things that I only thought happened in books. Now I'd better get my clothes and catch that train before I lift your score to ten or more!"

"Get away with you. You must have run out of ideas by now, surely?"

"Don't be too sure. There is always the settee by the window, and anal sex when you have a good supply of margarine, just to mention a couple. I also passed up an opportunity in the shower, when you bent over to pick up the shampoo. Then there is the rear yard in the dark. Oh, yes, you could get to eight quite easily." 

Catherine shivered with the recollection of the four she had just experienced, "To say nothing of what I might do to you and which you have avoided mentioning! You had better go. I'll call a taxi."

Later, after Catherine had washed the dishes and tidied up the apartment, she had a long shower and luxuriated in the sensation of the warm water flowing over her body. Then having dried herself, she walked from the shower to the bedroom carrying her nightie instead of putting it on, and actually enjoyed the feeling. She looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe she did have a nice figure and her breasts weren't too small. She glanced at her feet. They were a nice even length and she recalled how her legs had tingled when he had sucked her toes. Why hadn't David done that? Maybe she hadn't sent the right signals.

Catherine sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly felt quite depressed. In retrospect, it all seemed to have been quite unreal and she wondered if she had had some sort of a dream -- that is until she saw the photographs lying on the dressing table. She flicked through them. They were real enough, but were only a record of an evening of purely selfish sexual indulgence. She liked Josh before and still liked him very much, but he did not provide her with what she was seeking -- merely a diversion from it. 

She thought about David. How kind and considerate he really was. Unlike a lot of his colleagues, who were only interested in money and power, David really cared about his patients. Then the nagging doubt that Josh had started, came back at her. Maybe she did not have all the facts. Perhaps that tart had thrown herself at him, in front of her, expressly to cause what followed -- so that she could have him! And blind woman that she must be, she had followed the script and played straight into her hands! What a fool she had been -- should she phone him and apologise? She looked at her watch. Too late. Anyway, she did not know where he was so would have to reach him at the hospital in the morning.

Then the events of the evening came back to haunt her with a rush of guilt. She almost cried with the despair of not being able to undo anything. It all started with an accident, progressed in all innocence until some hidden sexual frustration or tension had taken over, or was it the incredible contrasts of their bodies which had fascinated her. Well, that was how it happened. No point in making excuses now, was there? She remembered the advice her father had given some years ago. 'You are always most vulnerable while you have any unresolved problems with your current relationship. You might believe it's finished but relationships only finally end with the passage of time. People often do the silliest things in that transitional period'.

Catherine squirmed uncomfortably as the words rang in her ears. A pity they hadn't surfaced a few hours earlier! What was to be done about tonight? What could be done? She would need to reach an understanding with Josh that neither would ever tell their partners, or former partners if that is how it worked out. Josh would be just as concerned not to have Sukhi raving on about being right -- that it was somebody at work, even if it wasn't the Chinese girl! Looking at the photograph taken via the mirror, she still thought that they looked very attractive together, so she propped it one up on the dressing table with the promise that she would decide what to do with it tomorrow. 

Part of her depression lifted immediately, but she took a couple of 'Aspirin' and slid into bed . As she lay there, she almost sensed her father standing by her side stroking her hair like he used to when she was a child. 'It's not the mistake you make that is so important, but what you do to remedy it'. He's right, she thought. The least I can do is to apologise to David for jumping to conclusions and that it was wrong of me not to listen to his side of the story. I'll just have to accept whatever happens after that. If he was telling me the truth, he won't be with her in any event.

Somewhat comforted by these thoughts, she drifted off to sleep hoping that it would not be too long before she had him back beside her.



David and Catherine Ch. 02



 (This is one of a series of 5 chapters that recounts the experiences of David and Catherine and their interaction with acquaintances, Joshua and Sukhi.)

The Accident:

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.

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 veranda, 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 – even to Outpatients."   "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 led 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 that the pain was subsiding 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 please!" 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 painfully 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 were 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 bare 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. In the meantime, after weeks of hunger, their kiss in 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 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. 




David and Catherine Ch. 02



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 it's 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, collar buttoned to the top, 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 a couple of blocks away 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. 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 in the fantasy 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 came out and stood 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 on the rear edge of a large park – on a warm summer's night without the rain! 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."





David and Catherine Ch. 02



"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 the act of 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 just 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 won't 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 foil 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 put on a loose-fitting dress, 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 the hem of the dress 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 dress 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 dress 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 without 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."  




David and Catherine Ch. 03



 (This is one of a series of 5 chapters that recounts the experiences of David and Catherine and their interaction with acquaintances, Joshua and Sukhi.)

THE RECONCILIATION

When Catherine woke on Thursday morning, she felt a tremendous confusion, so much so that her avowed intention to phone David first thing stalled as indecision and guilt swept over her. The indecision was not driven by a change of heart about wanting David back as soon as possible, but rather more by her inability to actually talk to him while the memory of the night before was still so vivid. Although she had slept as one truly physically and emotionally exhausted, every muscle in her body reminded her of the previous evening's vigorous callisthenics. Worse, she could almost feel Joshua inside her when she looked at the photographs. Catherine just did not have the brazenness to be able to welcome David back into her bed, always assuming that he wanted to come, while she was still feeling the physical after-effects of another man!

The trouble was that it was not going to be an evening easily forgotten and that she had to face Joshua again as soon as possible so that she could begin the process of getting their professional relationship normalised as soon as possible. To do this, she had to be at work and acting as if nothing had happened. She had not allowed for the now obvious fact that it was going to take time for the memories and feelings of a fairly unusual event to diminish but was concerned that she had already let an inordinate amount of time slip by while she stood on her dignity. Catherine worried about both David's patience and loyalty and just how long they could be tested, or indeed, whether it might already be too late!

What was needed was a way to indicate that she had misjudged him, for which she was sorry, and seeking at least, the opportunity to have a discussion with him, to see whether they might re-establish their relationship. She glanced at the letter addressed to David that she had placed by her handbag for readdressing and the solution hit her. Write him a note and drop both the note and his letter off to his ward on her way to work! That way she could avoid seeing him but she would still be able to convey her apologies to him and indicate a willingness to meet at some time in the future - when she was in a more stable frame of mind!

Catherine hated being in a state of indecision and having made up her mind what to do, was now both hopeful and considerably relieved. She sprang out of bed, found pen and paper and spent some time crafting an appropriate letter along the lines she had been thinking. Satisfied in the end, she carefully signed it off with 'lots of love' and sealed it in an envelope. Now she had only to get through meeting Joshua again and with a bit of luck, might get her life back on the rails again.

She glanced at the clock - it was still early enough for a nice long shower and to have time to deliver the letters. Out of habit, she went to the wardrobe for her dressing gown and caught a glimpse of the photographs propped up on the dressing table. Catherine stopped, glanced at herself in the mirror and wondered if it was too late or too difficult to change the habits of a lifetime. After a moment's hesitation and the reassurance of another glance at the photographs, she slowly slipped her nightie over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Then she stood up straight, pulled her shoulders back and surveyed her image in the mirror. The cool morning air caressed her body and her nipples hardened slightly as the delicious sensation of those recently familiar butterflies returned to her stomach. Thus reinforced, she strode off to the shower with all the aplomb of a model.

Was there going to be no place in this flat where memories did not haunt her? She felt vaguely excited as the water cascaded over her and the shampoo sluiced down her body. Even the act of drying herself found sensitive spots, especially around her nipples which were still a bit tender from the massaging they had received the night before! Catherine examined herself critically in the mirror from the same vantage point as in the photograph. No Rachel Hunter, but very nicely shaped just the same, she thought as she fired up the hair dryer. Toilet completed, she wandered back to her bedroom, resisting the temptation to wrap a towel around herself. David would have wondered what on earth had got into her if he had been around to see her immodesty and yet, she mused, I love the sight of his naked body so I suppose he would like mine just as much.

After dressing, she hid the photographs in the middle of an old pharmacology notebook which she then replaced in a battered old trunk, gathered her mail and headed out to catch the first bus going to the hospital. Breakfast would have to wait until morning tea time.

The round trip via the hospital was uneventful. She was able to drop both letters off at his ward without actually banging in to him, arrive at work only one minute late and be sitting at her bench contemplating the first microscopic slide when Eleanor, the office assistant, came in with a fax. "Very many thanks for the letters. What about meeting me at Logan Brown's for dinner on Sunday evening at say 7.00? I can't wangle any real time off prior to that. All my love, David."

A profound wave of relief swept over Catherine. 'All my love, David' was exactly what she wanted to hear and it also sounded as if she was forgiven. And to make her day and indeed, the balance of the week even better, the prospect of a romantic dinner at Logan Brown's - with four days in which to mentally prepare herself! She was so happy that she could even have hugged old Arthur if he had been standing nearby. Everything had worked out perfectly so far - only Joshua to go.

She was halfway through the box of slides with one eye glued to the eyepiece and the other on the check sheet, when a conspiratorial arm went across her shoulders and a face appeared beside her own as if to peer through the other eyepiece. "I've got to share my fabulous news with someone," he whispered. "Joshua, what on earth has happened?" Catherine questioned glancing at his grinning face. "Sukhi has just phoned me from Auckland and begged me to go back to her. She wont be back until Friday night but she hopes that I'll move back sometime between now and then. Isn't that just the greatest news?"

From Catherine's point of view, the news was indeed fantastic. It was quite obvious that there were no false expectations about a future relationship with her and that with his willingness to share his joy with her, he clearly regarded her in the same way he would a really close friend. Catherine was so overjoyed with this very happy resolution of what she feared might have been an awkward problem and so thrilled with her own news that she jumped off her stool and hugged Joshua tightly. "You dear man, " she said with tears in her eyes, " I am absolutely thrilled for you." 

However, who should appear in the doorway at that moment but Eleanor, covered in confusion at the sight of them. Joshua released his embrace and walked over to Eleanor and hugged her also before leaving the room with a great grin on his face.

Startled, but not displeased, Eleanor looked at the retreating figure with wonderment. "What on earth was all that about?" she asked. Catherine seized the opportunity to dispel the impression of apparent familiarity with her by telling Eleanor that Joshua was over the moon because he had re-established the relationship with Sukhi that had fallen apart about three weeks ago. "Oh, that would explain why he's not been his usual self lately, but all is well that ends well, as they say. Well, in view of that, I think he should shout morning tea! I'll tell him now." "Hang on a moment," instructed Catherine, "you better tell him that I'll go halves with him, because I have had good similar good news!

Joshua appeared about ten minutes later. "What's this I hear about you having good news? You never told me!" he said accusingly. Catherine laughed and thrust the fax into his hand, "I never got a chance due to your quick exit, but I must say that I admired your aplomb by giving Eleanor a hug too. That certainly diverted attention from us. She quite liked it, too! Actually, you are becoming a bit too familiar with the female staff around here. I might have to speak to management about it!"

Joshua chuckled, "And I was just beginning to like the experience of spreading my wings, when they suddenly get clipped! Oh well." He glanced around to make sure nobody could hear, " You OK? No regrets? I see that you are wearing sensible shoes today!"

Catherine glanced down at her low healed shoes, "I could only risk the consequences of falling off the ladder once in a lifetime! But seriously, no regrets at all and in fact I might have much to be thankful to you for. It's just that I felt I couldn't face David so soon after - well you know---," she glanced away blushing slightly, "while I could still feel the physical effects of you. I think I might have undergone a significant change in the way I-ah-- behave with David. It's a bit early to be sure but the intention is there. By the way, I assume that you don't propose to confess all to Sukhi."

"Struth, no! It would leave a niggly suspicion lurking in her mind and she seems to be able to have that without any excuse anyway. No, as far as I am concerned, last night was a very private and very personal experience that cannot be shared with anyone else for any reason, especially since it might ultimately compromise you. In fact, last night was very special and I would not want the memory of it sullied by it being used as a psychological football on some occasion in the future. Private things that happen between real friends, stay private and other people don't get hurt. I hope you feel the same?"

"Absolutely! That's exactly how I feel too. And after what we shared, I like to think of you as a special friend, rather than as any old male who it was convenient to have--ah-- sex with. By the way, I could not bring myself to destroy those photos - you know- especially the one that started it all. What about giving me one of your old university lecture books and an envelope addressed to yourself with a note on the outside requesting their return to you? I'll hide the photos in the back of it and if anything happened to me, hopefully, somebody would either throw it out or send it to you unopened! At sometime in the future, we can have a look at them and maybe have a good laugh and decide their future!" "That sounds great and I'm glad you're going to keep them for a while at least. I'll try to find a book tonight, otherwise I'll bring one in on Monday. Hey, thanks for being so understanding. You really are marvellous."

And thus the morning passed in a glow of satisfaction at resolving most of the potential difficulties and in anticipation of the weekend and of seeing David again. When Catherine went out to lunch, she passed a hair salon and decided to make an appointment to have hers done on Friday evening. While in the salon, she noticed a 'summer special' on their sun bed and she thought that she could get three sessions in before Sunday. David had made several oblique references at different times to how odd people looked who were heavily tanned on the parts that were exposed and snow white on the bits that were normally covered. She supposed he saw a fair bit of that at the clinic and concluded that he did not think it looked all that great. Well, she could at least soften the edges between her summer vacation tan and the rest of her body, starting now!

Catherine paid over her $15 and was shown to the room and instructed to wear the dark glasses if she was letting her face be tanned. She locked the door, observed the length of the unit and decided that she would start at the feet end even if that meant her head missed out a bit. Taking off summer clothing only took a minute but standing naked and knowing the underlying purpose of the tanning started those butterflies again. She quickly lay on the bed and hit the switch, determined to stay under the lamps until they knocked on the door. The warmth of the light flooded over her and with the overall sense of well being, she almost went to sleep with the result that she was there for just over half an hour. She wished that she had put a small sticking plaster somewhere so that she could measure the amount of tanning achieved over the period, but it was too late now she thought as she quickly dressed. As she dressed, she touched her breasts and nipples - still tender but better.

She walked down the street, she wondered if the occasion mightn't warrant a new dress? Only fifteen minutes of lunch break left, so window shopping was all that could be done but it might provide some inspiration. There were a couple of dress shops in the next block to be visited. The first had a window display featuring some very dressy slacks and blouse combinations, some of the colours being suitable for evening wear. The second shop displayed two black silky cocktail dresses - one was quite high necked with a largish patterned collar and tiny sleeves. The other was a sleeveless creation with a halter neck cutting under the arms to a deep "V" about 20cm above the waist. Now if only the size was right, this might be just what she was looking for, even if the price did make her pause for a moment.

Damn it, she thought, glancing at her watch, I have to find out. She shot into the shop and was relieved to find an idle salesgirl who was very happy to confirm that it was her size - would she like to try it on? She tore into the cubicle, whipped off her skirt and blouse and slipped the dress over her head, zipped up the back and stood in front of the mirrors in the showroom. It fitted quite neatly. She would have to fix up the bra straps so that they didn't show and it was probably a few centimetres shorter than she would have liked, but this was no time for debate. She returned with the dress, two twenty dollar notes and her business card. Would they hold it until she could come in tomorrow to settle up? Not a problem - great, and almost sprinted out the door.

Thursday evening was spent tidying up the flat, and giving her nails the once over. The requirement to pull thin rubber gloves on and off all the time, meant that nails had to be kept short and neat. She was dying to get hold of the dress but had been unable to get round to the shop before they closed. Instead, she fossicked around in her drawers to see whether she had a suitable bra and was a still bit dubious about the one she put aside. Then she reviewed her shoes to see what might go with the dress. None of them really appealed to her either - which made her feel a bit guilty about being influenced by Joshua's comments - 'You have extremely pretty feet and you should wear shoes that show them off, not those clunky ones that are so fashionable'. This was going to be a financial disaster if the only item she could wear from her existing wardrobe was a pair of black panties! Might need a new shade of nail polish too! She smiled ruefully to herself as she recalled a cartoon of a woman showing a pair of gloves that she had just purchased to a friend and saying how wonderful they were since she didn't have a single thing that would go with them!

Friday was full on. Lunchtime for another half hour on the sun-bed, a booking for another session on Saturday at 9.00am, picking up the dress, the hair appointment straight after work, then home to try on the outfit and see what needed to be organised on Saturday. She puffed up the stairs, slumped onto a kitchen chair and decided that she needed a glass of wine before she did anything else. Thus fortified, Catherine went through to the bedroom slipped out of her clothes, replaced the bra with one she had sorted out the night before and pulled on the dress. Nice fit from the front, snug over the hips and waist, bust nicely accentuated. She turned and viewed the back - just as she feared - the top of the bra strap just showing. She stood up straight and it was barely visible, but when she leant forward as she might while sitting at a table, the whole strap became visible. Catherine unzipped and removed the dress along with the offending bra which she stretched out on the bed while she pondered how it might be fixed.

Catching a glance in the mirror of her nicely taut breasts and feeling the air caressing them, gave her another flight of the butterflies of anticipation and, perhaps, a somewhat radical solution. She looked at herself again in the mirror, then slipped the dress over her head and zipped it up. That certainly fixed the back view - no bra in sight now! It hadn't altered the front much either. She leant forward and back and sideways and if she really looked, she could see her nipples tracing a line across the silky material as her breasts moved, but the outline of her bust looked very similar as when she wore the bra. She went to the bathroom carrying a hand mirror, where the light was better and the mirror longer. The matter of concern being whether the dress would gape at the sides when she had an arm stretched out while leaning forward. The fit was almost perfect, which kept the dress fitting snugly no matter how she moved. It would be improved very slightly by shortening the halter strap around her neck by a few centimetres, otherwise it was major surgery on the other bra. Before rushing to do either, she decided that she would wear it for the rest of the evening to see whether she could get used to both the idea and more particularly, the feel of not wearing a bra! She stood back and had a critical look at the length. About fifteen centimetres above the knee when she would really have preferred it to be nearer ten - still, it wasn't worth the trouble of dropping the hem. So, shoes were the next concern. She looked over the ones she had and tried on one or two which looked bulky rather than neat.

Then a memory trace flashed into her mind and she went to the cupboard where old newspapers and junk mail were kept for recycling. Sure enough, there it was. A Kmart glossy with just the item she was looking for on page twelve. "Paragini' strippy sandals or 'Baretraps' sandals at only $34.95 and one line at $26.95. The pair she liked from the illustration had a moderately high heel, two thin parallel straps across the toes and the usual crossed arrangement around the ankle. Some were in navy but most were black. What a stroke of luck! She would be there straight after the tanning session.

After a couple of hours, she had satisfied herself that she could live with the feel of not wearing a bra, which settled another matter. Just the shoes to buy and a suitable nail polish and she was ready for Sunday evening. She hung the dress on a hanger, slipped a long tailed shirt on and put all her bras away in the drawer - might as well get properly used to the feel, she decided.

Saturday was uneventful. Getting quite reckless, Catherine had gone to her sun-bed session wearing a T-shirt (without a bra) and skirt and was comforted that nobody seemed to notice. While she was out, she selected a pair of shoes at Kmart as anticipated along with bottle of rusty-red coloured nail polish. The morning purchases included a couple of bottles of wine and enough food to get through to Tuesday at least.

Arriving back at the flat at about 11.00, she decided that she had better deal with the photographs. Joshua had given her a stamped and addressed envelope along with an old student exercise book, so she lightly glued the photographs into the middle of it, placed the book inside the envelope and hid it in the old chest. She still felt nervous about keeping them, but they were much less likely to be discovered in the middle of an old student note book.




David and Catherine Ch. 03



Back in the bathroom, she took off the shirt and skirt and looked at the effect of the tanning. It wasn't perfect by any means and you could vaguely see the outline of the bikini from the front but her back was very evenly tanned because she had always undone the strap, and her bottom had lost its snow white look. She was also pleased with her legs and feet which had regained their post-vacation tan. Catherine had just decided that she would have time to do her nails before lunch when the phone rang. "David here." announced the familiar voice, "Thanks for the note, Catherine. I hope you got my fax. Are you OK for Sunday night?"

Standing at the phone in just her panties, she could feel her heart pounding, butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her nipples hardening just at the sound of his voice. "David, how lovely to hear from you, and yes, I'm really looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow," she replied as she rejected a ridiculous impulse to cover herself up and instead pulled her shoulders back. "It's just that I wondered whether you would like to advance dinner to this evening instead of tomorrow, because Pat has had his plans for the weekend changed and he has offered to do my shift tonight if I wanted. How would you be placed? ---- I can hardly wait to see you again."

"Oh David," she choked, not knowing whether she wanted to laugh or cry with relief, "I can hardly wait either. Tonight would be fantastic. When are you off 'til?"

"I was off from midday Sunday until Monday morning anyway, so until then. I'll have to make it up to Pat on some other occasion. Have to go Catherine, all hell is breaking loose! See you at seven but I'll phone if I can't get the booking changed. Love."

Catherine felt as excited as a school girl on her first date but without any of the schoolgirl's trepidation. She had originally thought that she might have needed the extra day to get the enormity of her experience with Joshua behind her, but that had steadily slipped into the pleasant past and she was now impatient to re-establish herself with David. The timetable was rapidly re-assessed. A quick lunch, a read of the morning paper, tidy up the flat, and get some flowers. Then a vigorous walk at about four to get her home by five and two hours in which to get ready.

It was another very warm day and she arrived home hot, but invigorated and purposeful, with a sense of physical well-being. She shed all her clothes and fed them into the washer, did six press ups and knee bends to ease her walking muscles and had a long warm shower. She dried herself thoroughly and walked through to her bedroom, gathered up the nail polish and retired to the settee, with its better light, where she carefully applied the nail polish to hands and feet. It was an excellent choice of colour and it complimented her tan very nicely. Feeling a bit naughty but very sensuous without any clothes on, she found her new shoes and put them on and stood in front of the long bathroom mirror - well pleased with the way her leg and thigh muscles shaped up and how her toenails looked in the new shoes. She often thought her ankles looked a bit 'robust' but David had a 'thing' about ankles that looked too thin to support the weight above them! Maybe the dress wasn't going to be too short after all, she thought wryly.

Since she hadn't heard from David to the contrary, she assumed that they would still meet at Logan Brown's so ordered a taxis for seven - being ten minutes late would be a change for her and she could make the grand entrance!

David had woken about midnight according to the clock he could see on the dressing table and found that he was still intertwined with Sukhi although he had slipped right out of her. As he stirred, so did she, so he kissed her lips gently and wondered if he should make his exit without further ado. Sukhi responded lazily to the kiss at first but became progressively more enthusiastic as she felt his body touching hers, by pressing herself into him. David made little or no reaction at first but her darting tongue soon started the pressure rising in his dick, which in turn seemed to excite her further. He rolled her onto her back and since everything was still fairly slippery with margarine, was able to enter her very easily. He wriggled around until he had maximum pubic engagement, then began a slow rotary movement which he increased in tempo as her breathing became faster and faster. Finally, when he sensed that she way almost ready to climax, he pushed himself up onto straightened arms and gave four rapid thrusts into her very innermost depths. They both came at about the same time, she with a short cry and he with a loud groan as semi-paralysis gripped his legs and collapsed him onto her.

Sukhi was in a deep sleep when David's stirring roused her. She felt deliciously relaxed, secure and comfortable and when his kiss touched her lips, she was easily aroused to respond. Although not properly awake, she rolled onto her back and felt the glorious sensation as he glided into her followed by the slow build up of excitement as he rotated on her clitoral area. Just as she felt she could not stand it any longer, her breath was taken away as four long strokes preceded the explosion that tore through her system yet again, giving her a peculiar sense of detachment from herself. She thought how wonderful the sensation was when still muzzy with sleep! Presently, she felt David slip out of her and draw the bedclothes over her. Soft lips brushed hers and a distant voice thanked her for a memorable and wonderful evening and told her that she really was gorgeous.

David was in a bit of a panic when he left Sukhi's flat, as he had not advised anybody at the hospital that he would not be on the precinct during the evening. A simple trip to the supermarket had evolved into an evening he would never forget and he just hoped that there had not been any crisis that he would have been expected to solve. It was with considerable relief that he noted that the message light on his phone was unlit when he returned to the flat. Back in the flat he felt so totally exhausted that he fell into bed without even bothering to shower, simply setting the alarm to allow time to have one before he started in the morning.

It was with some surprise, if not a little guilt, that he received Catherine's note of apology and an invitation to meet. Why on earth hadn't it happened the day before so that he wouldn't now be having such guilty feelings about meeting her again. Truth was that given the turmoil he was suffering, he could scarcely offer to meet her this evening even though that was the outcome he most wanted. As he thought about it, he decided that he better give himself a bit of space and should claim that he could not get off duty until a few days later - today being Thursday, Sunday should be OK. And rather than risk speaking to her, he would send a fax proposing that they meet for dinner at Logan Brown's place on the corner of Cuba and Vivien Streets. Once that was sent, he found himself pondering on the likelihood of a relationship starting with Sukhi if Catherine had remained obdurate and Sukhi had not been keen to get back to Joshua. He had not had many relationships with other women, but he found himself having a flash-back to another occasion when he had an explosive encounter with an older woman, which was just as unexpected. Mandy was married to the farmer on their rear boundary and he went hot and cold every time he thought of the possible implications for both families if it had ever been discovered. He remembered his fascination with her golden brown skin, so evenly tanned all over - perhaps that was why the chemistry worked so suddenly with Sukhi.

In any event, he believed that he would never have allowed the situation to develop with Sukhi, had he been aware of the probability of reconciliation with Catherine, so he wasn't quite sure why he felt guilty. Maybe it was simply the vividness of the very recent experience, that time would overcome, before he would feel able to relate unconditionally to Catherine again. However, he needed to 'sign off' with Sukhi first, having felt that his sudden exit was less than satisfactory, whatever the imperatives that required it. On an impulse, he phoned a florist and arranged for a posy bowl to be delivered, something that would survive in the event that she was not at home to receive them immediately, along with a message that only she would understand. "Hope your leg is well and truly on the mend. Be sure to continue exercising it. David". He knew that it would have been stiff and sore this morning so she would have no trouble explaining either the flowers or the note to anybody who might see them.

This action was almost like an exorcism and he felt able to turn his mind to thinking about the Sunday evening meeting and dinner - and Catherine, bless her. He felt almost mushily sentimental when he thought about what a nice natured and lovely person she was, and nearly turned an impressionable young nurse to jelly with the radiant smile he gave her as she walked passed.

The rest of Thursday passed in a bit of a dream and a couple of colleagues wanted to know whether he had won a lottery or something, he seemed so pleased with himself! By the end of Friday, he wondered why he had bothered to postpone their meeting until Sunday but it wasn't until Saturday morning that he thought he would phone to see whether she could meet him on Saturday instead, unless she had committed herself to some other engagement. He would explain the change with another 'white lie' that Pat had offered to exchange a duty with him. He squeezed a phone call in between patients and was delighted that Catherine was able to come and thrilled by how pleased she sounded to hear from him. He just hoped that Logan Brown would be as accommodating and that his florist could whip up a corsage before she closed on Saturday. He thought an orchid would be nice, a bit old fashioned but he did want to start off on the right foot. And as luck would have it, Logan Brown could accommodate two early diners, provided they were not late arriving and did not mind leaving at 9.30 as they had an after-theatre show booked in from 10.00. David was able to assure the receptionist that they would be there on the dot and would not mind in the least if they had to leave early. In fact he was secretly pleased that there was going to be a finite time in the restaurant because it would force an early decision on what happened after that, and he was developing a few ideas about that.

As soon as his duty finished at 6.00, he raced back to his flat, showered, shaved once again and applied liberal quantities of the latest after-shave. Put on the new shirt and tie he had found time to purchase Friday evening and phoned the enquiry counter to see whether some flowers had been left there for him. He was relieved to hear from the woman answering the phone that it was beautiful and who was the lucky lady? He drove around to the A & E entrance, collected the flowers and set off for Logan Browns, scared he might be late, knowing how punctual Catherine usually was. He parked the car and made it into the restaurant, somewhat breathless, but with five minutes to spare.

It was a relief that she had not beaten him there, as it gave him time to gather his wits, so he was shown the table, organised the wine and parked himself on a bar stool that was strategically placed to see all who came through he door. After five minutes with no sign of her, he ordered a short scotch and instead of drinking it leisurely, demolished it with one swallow and was surprised at how tense he must have been to do that. Still no Catherine! Surely she wasn't going to stand him up, or had he given the wrong instructions? She might have had an accident. The excitement that had been boiling up was slowly giving way to that awful sinking feeling and the growing certainty that he should have offered to collect her from the flat.

About that moment, Catherine had alighted from the taxi, pulled down on the dress and smoothed her skirt, pulled her shoulders back and thought, somewhat ruefully, that this was about to be the saving or otherwise of their relationship. The real moment of truth when fuzzy memories and hopeful desires met face to face with the actual chemistry of the instant. Would either or both of them feel the same about each other when they actually met again, or had the circumstances of the separation merely been the excuse for a developing disaffection? Would elements of the somewhat unnerving encounter with Joshua, come between them? Well, there was no use reflecting on that now, this was when the rubber met the road, as the boys would say, so she took a deep breath and entered the foyer.

He was just about to get off the stool so that he could pace around outside, when he suddenly focussed on the entrance door as it opened - and, there she was. What a knock-out she looked with her hair piled up, her lightly tanned skin contrasting with the very smart black dress and trailing her black and silver threaded stole in her hand. David was momentarily transfixed, as indeed was every other male that happened to be looking at the door at that moment, and really only came back to reality when she suddenly spotted him sitting at the bar and smiled at him. Her shy, but warm, smile melted any uncertainty that he might have felt about the outcome of this meeting and he leapt to his feet and strode towards her. They met half way and in view of the audience, exchanged only a semi- formal peck on the lips, but the pressure of their fingers as their hands touched was far more meaningful.

Catherine's heart leapt as she saw him sitting on the stool staring at her with his, not altogether unusual, harassed look on his face, that dissolved into the loveliest smile when she caught his eye. I must have been mad, she thought as she walked towards him and embraced.

He led her back to the bar and offered her the vacant bar stool that he had reserved with the corsage, which he then presented to her. The orchid was a very light cream colour with a rusty red tinge at the tips of the petals which matched her outfit so well that she thought that he must have guessed the colours of her dress and nail polish that she was going to wear. "Oh David, it really is so lovely ---" was mixed up with " I was afraid it wouldn't go with ---" and they both laughed as the tension began to evaporate. Catherine draped her stole over the bar and affixed the orchid to her dress, hoping that the pin wouldn't pull the fabric unduly since there was nothing else under it to support it. David was unable to take his eyes off her and he longed to let his fingers run up the satin-like skin of her bare arms and follow round her shoulders to her gorgeous back, so it was with a struggle that he pulled himself back to the details of the moment. "We have a problem," he said, "in that we have to eat almost immediately so that we can be out of here by nine thirty. Would you like a quick drink here or start with the red I've selected to have with dinner?" 

Catherine smiled inwardly at the prospect of feeling his arms around her sooner rather than much later, as staff here tended to stretch dinner service out all night so that you would drink more in between courses. Their legs met under the bar overhang as she swung towards him, giving her an unmistakable signal that he would prefer not to dally unnecessarily over dinner! "Let's eat now, and I'll have some red wine while we are waiting for the food - anyway, the bar is becoming very crowded," she responded.

He lead her to the table they had been allocated and caught the eye of the waiter who came over with the opened wine he had ordered and left with the promise to alert the table waiter immediately. They touched glasses in a silent toast and then drank deeply.

Conversation started neutrally enough with gossip about friends and events that had occurred in the three week period of separation. Then apropos of nothing in particular, David reflected that she not only looked absolutely stunning, but still completely captivated him, and, what would he need to do to make sure that she did not suffer another bout of insecurity? "Bearing in mind that I cannot always predict the actions of others," he concluded. Catherine was a little non-plussed by the directness of the question but more than pleased by the unequivocal declaration of purpose. "You know, I really can't say. Believe me, I have hardly thought about anything else since you left, and what started as something so clear and certain in my mind, petered out to the point where I then couldn't understand how I had thought it in the first place! I'm just so sorry I put you through so much anguish and gave myself so much misery. So I don't know whether there is really anything that you could or shouldn't do, and all I can promise you is that I do love you dearly, and will rely on that in the future. My question in return is, can you forgive me?"

David reached across and held her hand, " It can't be all your fault. If I hadn't unsettled you in some way, you would have ignored the stupid girl! However, I have learned one thing and that is not to take your love for granted." 

Their legs pressed together under the table and he felt a growing tightness in his trousers. He leaned forward and lifted her foot into his lap. "I wish we weren't here," he whispered, "I would like to smother you in kisses and do unmentionable things to you - right now!"

The all too familiar butterflies raged in Catherine's stomach as she withdrew her foot, fiddled with the buckle and replaced her foot in his lap minus the shoe. "I can hardly wait to feel your hands on my back and to have you inside me," she replied with a slight blush. 

He fondled the bare foot in his lap and let his hand slip up the soft skin as far as it would reach. The sensation in his fingertips as it traversed her calf was as if he was directly wired into her, and he was not only mildly astonished at what she had done and the explicitness of her response, but also incredibly excited by it. He hitched his chair closer to the table and slipped forward slightly so that she could feel his erection with her toes. She leaned back in her chair and looked as if she might faint, "Oh, do stop it David," she breathed as she sat up and glanced around to make sure nobody was watching them. "I feel so moist that I'm sure it will be showing through my dress. Let's just have one course so we can get out of here as soon as possible."

The waiter appeared and, as if by common assent, they both ordered an uncomplicated fish dish that would be both quick to prepare and eat. David finished his wine and refilled their glasses. "Catherine, promise never to not look back from here and--- what about marrying me? I planned to wait for a more romantic moment, but I just can't rest until I hear you say yes!"

Catherine dived for her evening bag beside the chair and retrieved a handkerchief which she dabbed to her eyes. David was panic struck by her reaction, "Are you OK?" "Of course I am, you silly beggar," she managed to blubber, "I'm just so happy!" at which point her tears really flowed. She reached across to grasp his hand with the hand not fully engaged in mopping up the tears, "Yes! Yes I will David. Yes, of course I will marry you."

They finished the wine to celebrate their new found status - engaged to be married - and each was momentarily bewildered by the implications of what next and where to from here. The waiter arrived with their orders, which postponed further joint exploration of the consequences as they addressed themselves to working through the meal with, what many might have thought, indecent haste. Fortified by half a bottle of wine each and tingling with excitement and desire, they pushed their plates back and signalled for the waiter to bring the account. Catherine draped her stole over one shoulder and visited the toilet while David paid the bill, and was relieved to discover that her dress was not showing any marks. They both emerged in the foyer together and she slipped her arm though his as they left to find the car.




David and Catherine Ch. 03



David had parked some distance down the road, but as they passed the first shop, David drew her into the privacy afforded by the entrance, and wrapped his arms around her. Their first real kiss for weeks, was both urgent and emotional. Their tongues duelled for supremacy and their fingers clawed into each other's backs. Catherine twisted around, inviting his hand to touch her breast. David received yet another boost to his already fully charged system when he felt the soft breast and rigid nipple through the thin fabric and realised that she was not wearing a bra. He had earlier thought that it looked as if she wasn't, but did not believe for one moment that she would not have one on. He tried to get his hand around inside the edge of the dress, but it was a bit tightly fitting and she advised him to wait until they were in the car. By now his dick was as rigid as he had ever felt it and he knew how Catherine was responding to his passion by the way she was pressing her thigh into it. He let his hand slide down her bottom as he crushed her to him and realised that apart from some very brief nickers, she was wearing nothing else under the dress. "Where's the car parked?" "It's right at the back of that private car park a few metres further down." "Let's go then!" she commanded.

And indeed it was right at the back of the parking lot, in a somewhat dark corner partially obscured from the street by a panel van. A perfect spot for a break-in David thought ruefully as they arrived. He unlocked and opened the door on the passenger side for Catherine but could not resist another kiss as they stood at the car door in the seclusion provided by the panel van. What was intended to be a friendly kiss just to keep their motors running, so to speak, simply wound them both up again. Catherine could feel that her nipples had hardened and that she had become very moist again. And she knew from past experience that David could boil over at any moment. They separated gasping for air. "Hurry up and get in," David pleaded, "I have this wonderful spot down on the harbour we could go to." "My darling," she whispered as she rubbed against him, "I don't think you could last the distance and it might not be any more private than right here." "You mean right here - in the back of the car?" "Why not? I'm game if you are!"

David was so aroused that he dropped his keys in his excitement and struggled to find them, then couldn't quickly find the adjustment lever to move the front seat forward. In the meantime, Catherine unpinned her orchid and placed it carefully on the dashboard, reached up under her dress and wriggled out of her nickers which she placed in her handbag. She followed David onto the back seat and undid his belt and zip and drew his trousers and briefs down carefully avoiding stimulating him any more in the process. Then half kneeling beside him, she slipped off her shoes and undid the zip at the back of her dress. "Ah, that's better," she sighed as she leant forward to brush his lips while she undid the buttons of his shirt. David was now able to run his hands under her skirt which, free of the zip at the waist, slipped readily up her body. What a wondrous feel those beautiful breasts had and how exciting he found her hard nipples - if only he could kiss them. He bunched her dress up higher to expose them, but she simply raised her arms and the dress slipped right off over her head. How beautiful she looked in the half-light as she thrust first one then the other nipple into his expectant mouth. She shuddered and moaned softly as his tongue massaged each one in turn, and gasped when his fingers found her very moist entrance.

"David. It has been too long. I need you now!" as she swung her leg over his and positioned herself astride him. She leaned into him as she used both hands to place his tip into her entrance, then lowered herself carefully down. 

David arched his back to meet the challenge and felt the early beginning of an orgasm as their pelvis's fully engaged. What a glorious sensation as she slid over him, with her nipples pressed into his chest and their skins touching at so many different points.

David could hardly believe what was happening. He thought that his outrageous behaviour in a public place would have been a 'once only' and confined to Sukhi, but here he was making a habit of it - and with Catherine this time! "We should have a separation more often," David gasped as Catherine lunged down on him for the fourth time triggering a muscle-numbing climax. He tried to prolong it, but his excitement was so intense, fuelled as it was by her incredible desirability and her manifest need to love him. He savagely grabbed two hand's full of her buttocks as his juice-of-life spurted into her. His pelvis seemed to be on fire as the electricity flowed through him.

Catherine couldn't believe what she was doing either. Shades of Joshua right in front of the window, she thought. And worse, I wanted to make love to him here, and not wait until they reached the sanctuary of their bedroom - careless about the remote possibility that someone might look in. "I never want to go through another separation again," she breathed in a staccato way as she made a final lunge which released weeks of built up anguish and suspense. She threw her head back and emitted a long drawn out cry through her open mouth and her hands and nails dug into his shoulders as a long high powered orgasm thundered through her body. Her head floated off into the distance, leaving a warm tingling sensation suffusing her body as she clung to David for support, lest she fall over. She wriggled ecstatically on him as if she was trying to drive him further inside her. "Wow, that was something again. I have missed you my darling, but don't you think that we've probably pushed our luck enough here? It's time to take me home." He revelled in the grinding movements she made on him and positively wallowed in the sight of those beautiful, erect nipples that occasionally brushed against his chest. How lucky he was to have this gloriously desirable woman, sitting astride his manhood, decide that he was her man. He felt at this moment as if he had regained control of his life again and was at one with the world. Why couldn't such moments last forever? "I suppose you're right," he conceded reluctantly, "although I had planned to go down to the harbour. But in reality it might not have been anywhere near as secluded as this anyway. Still, on the bright side, the flat allows far more freedom of - ah - expression, shall I say, than the interior of a small car! In fact, I'm warming quite rapidly to the idea, if a stirring below is anything to go by."

"You dreadful beast, you," she said as she kissed and hugged him before easing herself off him, "I can hardly wait!" She grabbed a couple of tissues to capture the outflow of his juice, then slipped her dress over her head and deftly zipped it up. "Pretty quick cover-up, isn't it?" she teased, as she felt round the floor for her shoes. She moved over to give him more space to pull his trousers up and re-button his shirt. He placed both hands on her breasts and felt the outline of them through the dress fabric. "Aren't you going to put your nickers on?" he queried. "Oh I don't know if I'll bother. The way you were talking it sounded as if it was going to be a waste of time," she responded as she forced her breasts into his hands. "Phew, I am still coming to grips with just how provocative you can be, and the risks I seem willing to take," he replied as he struggled to disentangle himself from her and get to the front seat. "Back to the flat is it then, Milady?" Milady was by now sitting decorously in the back seat, "Home James, and don't spare the horsepower!"

David gunned the car out of the parking lot and soon had it parked outside in its usual place. He leapt out of the car and opened the rear door for Catherine to alight, saluting as she emerged. "I won't need the car again this evening, thank you James. You may go and do whatever Milady's lusty sex-starved driver does when he is off duty - that is, after you have checked out all the rooms and sundry pieces of furniture and ensured that there are no other men on the premises." "Yesss, Ma'm" as he relieved her of the key, opened the door and stood back for her to pas through.

Catherine entered the downstairs foyer, pulled off each shoe in turn and tossed it into a corner, then, trailing her stole strutted up the stairs. For a moment David watched the golden legs and scantily concealed buttocks ascend the stairs before he rushed to catch up with her - completely spoiling her exit as she reached the top, by moving his hands up her thighs to her waist and bunching her dress up around her waist, exposing her bare bottom in the process. She squealed in protest and tried to break away, but David hung on and followed her into the kitchen where she backed up against the table and raised a foot to push him away.

He grasped her foot and raised it to his lips, swallowing all her toes at first and then concentrating on each one in turn. His sucking lips were incredibly erotic and she felt a tingling sensation race up her leg and to her very core. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she leant back and gripped both edges of the table as her sense of balance became impaired. Then his lips began their sensuous journey, caressing her inner ankle, then moving up the inside of her calve to her knee, sending a fiery message of desire to her vagina. He lifted her other leg onto his shoulder as well, and his lips progressed to their target of desire. With a small cry, she fell back onto the table as his tongue stabbed her clitoris and tasted the sweetness of her moisture. She arched her back as his tongue suddenly thrust deep inside her. A small bowl of flowers tipped over and water dripped onto the floor, accompanied by a roaring sound in her ears as she thrust back, trying to consume this thing that had penetrated her inner being. The harder she pressed the more intense the fireball became until suddenly it exploded in a blinding glare that she could see through closed eyelids. "Ohaaa David," she called as her head drifted off from its ravaged body. David paused in his frenzy and let his tongue ply gently within her, stroking and soothing her velvety lining - delighting in the feel of her soft inner thighs locked tightly around his ears.

Suddenly, her legs relaxed, so he lowered them to the floor, pulling her dress back down as he stood up. She looked like Sleeping Beauty, as she lay amid the flowers and the remains of a puddle of water. He bent and kissed each eyelid in turn, then those wonderfully sensuous lips, resting his hand on one of the small volcanoes, heaving under its thin cover of material. He cradled her head under his arm and lifted her into a sitting position where she sat blinking at him in a somewhat dazed fashion.

"You're dress is a bit wet now," David said apologetically as she stood up. "I'll help you take it off." He undid the zip at the back and lifted the dress up and over her raised arms, glimpsing her standing there like Venus. He stood there clutching the damp dress, dumbfounded by the beauty of her nakedness. "My God, you are so beautiful," he croaked, almost as if he had never seen her before. She looked a lovely golden brown in the light from the hall, and with her breasts still full and her nipples still firm, she aroused the same intense feelings that he had experienced some years before with one of his first lovers.

Catherine sensed that she had really brought his sexual energy to the boil and could measure the effect from the bulge in his trousers. This knowledge brought a moment of great satisfaction and glorious self awareness that she was able to consciously attract and please this man who she undoubtedly loved so much. She smiled and reached for his belt buckle which she deftly undid, easing his trousers and briefs over his throbbing manhood. As she bent down to ease his trousers over his shoes, she could not resist teasing him with a brief touch of her lips on his hot tip and letting it tangle with her hair.

Although he had struggled to hold himself in check while he made love to her on the table, David was now almost beyond the edge of his own self control and her deliberate provocation excited him even further. The touch of her lips on his tip had sent a spasm through his system and the feel of the hair on her head pressing into his pelvis, fuelled the fire even further. Having disposed of his shoes and trousers, she stood against him letting his dick press into her stomach as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. As soon as his shirt slipped off his shoulders, he wrapped his arms around her and found those upturned lips waiting for him. He wondered if there had ever been such a wonderful moment in his life as he savoured that first real kiss with their electrically sensitive skins pressed into one another from head to toe. 

Making love in the car was just wonderful, but this experience of touching all over and kissing was something again. How he had missed her kisses and how much more intense it now seemed to be. His hands pressed into her back and kneaded her bottom as he tried to pull her, ever closer. Their tongues parried like ancient swordsmen trying to gain even greater pleasure rather than advantage. He sucked on her breath, drawing a great lung-full from deep within her as if he might somehow consume her from within.

The need to have her completely became overwhelming and he could stay the inner urgency no longer. "Darling, I need you as I have never needed you before - right now!" he gasped as he propelled her to the bedroom. They fell onto the bed in a muddle and after a couple of ungainly gymnastics, rolled into the middle of the bed. With no pretence at finesse, he hurriedly positioned himself above her so that when she guided him to her wet entrance, he plunged in like a man possessed. Orgasm was only seconds away as he felt her nails claw into his back along with that glorious feeling as they fully engaged, pelvis to pelvis. He quivered and shook and groaned loudly as muscle spasms racked his body. His back arched on straightened arms, throwing all his weight onto the pelvic connection and his juice of life jetted into her. He lost all sense of control other than a burning sensation from the waist down and he felt so helpless that he thought he might have had a glimpse of what it would be like to be a paraplegic. And amidst all these sensations, he felt swamped by a great and engulfing sense of adoration for this woman he loved.

Catherine was vaguely surprised at how much she was enjoying her nakedness and especially the effect that she was now so conscious that she was having on him. Funny too, how she had almost attempted to hide it before and how she had failed to see the effect that it had! From the moment that she had taken her shoes off in the hall, she was conscious of the bio-electric signals that she was sending out and the impact that they were having on him. Even after she had had an unexpected but massive climax on the kitchen table, she knew deep down that the minute her dress rose over her head, she would set him on fire. However, the intensity of the blaze took her by surprise and excited her in a way she had not experienced before. At that moment, there was nothing more that she wanted than to be desired by this wonderful man, and she could sense that desire in abundance.

His kisses and the way he sucked her breath out of her inner being drove her sensory system into overload and she could think of nothing but her desire to possess him and have him inside her. Their touching from head to toe merely accentuated her excitement. When they finally fell onto the bed she was so wet that when she guided him to her entrance, he was able to plunge in as if sliding on silk. His first thrust triggered a series of ripples that caused her nails to dig into him. When she felt his climax begin as he reared up, it brought full pressure to bear on her clitoris sending a cascade of ever closer pulses of energy shooting through her system. Her final moment of ecstasy before white-out, was the sensation of his love juice spurting into her.

They lay helplessly locked together, delighting in the after-glow of a great physical and emotional relief. Still semi tumescent, he revelled in the sensation of the rhythmical contractions of her vagina as if she was gently trying to draw him further inside her. In spite of all the turmoil and their experiences of the recent past, here they were, at peace with the world, and at one with one another. They drifted off into their own little worlds of happiness, secure now in the knowledge that, what had almost been lost, had not only been found, but, to their delight and wonderment, found in even greater measure!

Inescapably, they each privately reflected on the extraordinary path that They had so recently taken which resulted in this newly discovered element in their love for one another. Happily, each was able to look back at what was, at the same time both a cathartic and liberating experience, with a sense of gratitude and without any destructive guilt.



David and Catherine Ch. 04



 (This is one of a series of 5 chapters that recounts the experiences of David and Catherine and their interaction with acquaintances, Joshua and Sukhi.) 

The Irresistible Temptation

Catherine was halfway up the ladder slipping files back into their appropriate pigeonholes when a voice below announced, "It's the six month anniversary since you fell off that ladder and you know what that led to!" 

Catherine felt herself blushing slightly as she looked down at the grinning Joshua, "Trust you to remember that," she retorted [Ch.01-The Photograph].

"I'm unlikely to forget as I never did quite get all the Coke stains out of my shirt, so I've prepared this time by leaving my Coke in the next room."

"It must be Wednesday," Catherine sighed, then she turned and looked down at him again, "but seriously Joshua, I thought we were going to forget about all that?"

"Well, actually yes, but just lately I did think about it again. You 

know how it is, you get increasingly casual after a while and things slip back to where they were over time. Have you never thought about it?" Joshua challenged, shuffling uncomfortably and wondering if he hadn't pushed her a bit too far.

Catherine busied herself with a few more files then came down to the first step and put two more folders away. " I looked at the photographs just two nights ago," she whispered hesitantly as she felt her heart pounding.

After a long silence, Joshua muttered, "And . . . .?" 

"And I thought they were rather beautiful - I also found them a bit unsettling," Catherine admitted.

"Mmmm", said Joshua as he smiled and held out his arms. After a second's hesitation, Catherine raised her arms and allowed herself to fall backwards into his arms. Joshua caught her under the arms and lowered her feet to the ground. He kissed her neck and allowed his hands to fleetingly caress her straining breasts. 

"Why don't you invite me around one evening so that you can show them to me again? " he suggested as he released her and left the room with his pulse racing and an unusual bulge in his trousers. 

Catherine said nothing as she touched the burning spot on her neck where he had kissed her and looked speculatively at his retreating back. The truth was that while she and David had not had any major rows like the one that caused the three-week separation six months earlier, they too had lost the special fervour that was so evident on their reconciliation.

Later that evening, Catherine teased David that they were back to their old ways without much in the way of romantic effort and that their sexual life had become extremely predictable. "I hope you're not suggesting that we separate for three weeks again! I couldn't handle all that drama again, although I must say that life was pretty exciting for quite a long time after we got back together. By the way, I have been selected to attend a two-week course on microsurgery at Green Lane Hospital in Auckland so I'll 

probably be away the whole of that time. They don't recognise weekends up there, so we'll have a two week separation anyway."

Catherine's pulse skipped a beat as she casually enquired, 

"Congratulations, when does it start?"

"They have been able to 'borrow' a British professor who is 

about to conclude a similar course in Sydney unexpectedly so they want to start it Friday week. Who knows, the break might provide just the very scenario to spark things up again?" 

" Who knows, indeed," concluded Catherine as she busied herself with the new curtains, immersed in a profound sense of guilt at the thoughts that had begun assailing her.

The news of David's course in Auckland left Catherine somewhat equivocal. She really did love him and thinking of the wonderful times that they had had after the brief separation still warmed her, but neither had she completely forgotten the unbridled passion and the sense of liberation that Joshua had aroused. Whilst she worked over the curtains she wondered how or even whether to tell Joshua. Should she be as bold as she might like to be or take things a lot more quietly? She was confused and unsure what she really wanted. "Damn!" she thought, "why does life have to be so complicated?"

"Are you finished with those curtains? Is there something that I can help you with?" asked David. This interruption to her thoughts brought her back to reality.

"You are thoughtful. I think they're almost done - why, were you thinking of going to bed?"

He laughed. "Well now that you mention it; I am going to be away for a while and I want to have a hot image of you to think about during the lonely nights up there."

Catherine felt a tingle of excitement. Now this is more like the old David, she thought. 

"Never mind the curtains then, I can fix them tomorrow."

Catherine went quickly to the shower. She turned it on and began to undress in the bathroom whilst waiting for the water to heat up. She looked at her body in the mirror. Not too bad. She cupped her breasts. They were firm and the nipples were sensitive. "Who am I kidding?" she thought. David is the man for me. He takes a while to get going and sometimes he is not as attentive as he might be, but for all that, he is the most sensitive soul. I just love him. She jumped into the shower and washed the dirt and grime of the day away (including the spot where Joshua had kissed her).

When she came in to the living room, wrapped in a towel David felt his excitement grow. "I'll just go and jump in to the shower," he said, wanting to distance himself from the potency of her. 

"No you won't. Just come here big guy!"

David unfurled himself from the couch, awkwardly rearranging the front of his trousers to accommodate developments within, and took her in his arms. She smelt delicious with that heady mixture of humidity and hair shampoo emanating from her. Catherine wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. Her raised arms, combined with their body movements as the intensity of the kiss developed, caused the tuck in the towel to unravel and she could feel David's hands exploring her bare back 

and kneading her buttocks.

Catherine broke away from the kiss, letting the towel fall to the ground and gently pushed David back onto the couch where she whipped off his shoes and socks and undid his belt. David felt himself growing more excited by the moment, especially by the sight of her beautiful breasts dancing enticingly before him. 

"Slow down a minute, Sweetheart. I just need to check out those nipples," he said as he cupped each breast in his hand and alternately sucked and nibbled at her now erect nipples. 

"Ohhhh that is so good," Catherine sighed as she thrust herself more firmly into his mouth, savouring the build up of orgasmic tension. "My turn now," she claimed as she lifted his briefs over his swollen dick and planted her lips firmly over its length. 

"Whoa!" he groaned after a minute, "You're going too fast." 

Catherine released him immediately and straddling his legs, 

positioned herself above him and guided him inside her. David felt his dick slide into her, as if on highly lubricated satin, and their pubic bones mesh together. Her taut nipples pressed into his chest and their arms locked around each other with a fierceness that almost stifled their breathing. They wriggled and squirmed against each other with increasing force as if trying to merge their very bodies into one.

Their orgasms were almost simultaneous as their deep throat kissing hurled them into a tumult of sexual ecstasy, and they clung to one another for physical support while their muscles variously responded to an overload of diverse signals. Both cried out as involuntary spasms wracked their bodies and left them gasping.

"Flipping heck," muttered David, "I don't know how the body manages to survive that kind of treatment." 

"You're the doctor, you should know," teased Catherine, "and if you think it's too dangerous, perhaps we shouldn't do it again!"

"Well, I couldn't anyway - do it again I mean! Not for a while. You are a temptation beyond man's resistance, my precious one," replied David as he caressed the silky skin of her back. "Whew, after that, what will you be like after I have been away for a fortnight?"

Suddenly, Catherine was assailed by a curious blend of delicious excitement and feelings of guilt at the thoughts that had come to mind when David had said he was going away. She even wondered if that very fact had not itself produced the intensity of her recent passion with David. "I just love tempting you my beautiful David, the results can be really quite amazing sometimes, so you'll just have to wait in titillating suspense until you get back." 

Joshua made no further reference to their conversation until the following week when at morning tea on the Thursday, he casually announced that Sukhi was going to be based in Auckland for ten days, relieving flight staff that normally operated out of Auckland. There were a flood of offers of meals and one enterprising young female staffer even offered to do his shirts, to which Joshua replied, "I had a pretty good arrangement to get my shirts washed, thanks. I'll have to see whether it's still OK." 

Catherine felt herself going hot and cold but didn't get into the conversation.

Later, when he brought some new journals into her office, she challenged him, "You don't give up, do you?" 

"Actually, it's not all that easy, especially when I thought of the photographs or rather the build-up to taking them. That was something really special - quite unique. Of course I'd like to repeat it! You aren't really surprised are you; or were you hoping it could be forgotten just like that?" 

Catherine, now in complete turmoil and not trusting herself to speak, finished the test she was doing in silence. 

Finally, she asked, "When is Sukhi going away?" 

"Tomorrow evening," and seeing Catherine stiffen, "why?" 

"For goodness sake, they might be on the same plane," she gasped. 

"What are you talking about, Catherine? Who are 'they'?" 

Catherine stared at him for a moment with her heart pounding and pulse racing, "David is also leaving on Friday evening for a two week course in Auckland. Now I must get on with my work!"

That evening Catherine mentioned to David that Joshua's partner was going to Auckland for a few days, probably leaving on the same flight. "You remember her, don't you - I'm sure you met at one of the lab functions?" 

"Oh yes, I certainly do. She is Indian - quite striking looking if I recall. I checked her hip six months ago after she was knocked 

over in the Plaza. Isn't she a flight attendant or something? By the way, I need some petrol so I'll call round the corner while it's not so 

busy. Probably won't have time tomorrow and I don't want to leave you stranded at the airport. Back in about fifteen minutes."

As soon as he disappeared, Catherine seized by a sudden urge, went into the bedroom, took off all her clothes and raced off to the shower. With only fifteen minutes allocated, she had a very quick shower, towelled off and darted back to the bedroom. Here she spent a little longer, using her best deodorant, a dab of perfume here and there, a quick brushing of the hair and the coup de grace the sexy black dress and shoes. She was about to put on her bra when she remembered that it didn't suit the dress so she decided 

that she might manage without the knickers as well, since that had driven him crazy last time, so she just slipped the dress over her head and groped around in the wardrobe for her shoes. As she moved she could feel her taut breasts and erect nipples sliding around on the soft fabric and realised that she was more than a little excited. 

Catherine only just had time to organise the lights so that only the 

standard lamp in the corner was on, and begin to de-cork a bottle of wine when David pounded up the stairs. He gasped audibly at the sight of her, side on, as she struggled with the cork. The light glinted in her hair and the silhouette of her figure were breathtaking. 

"I thought we should spend our last evening together for a while in style," Catherine offered as she poured him a glass of wine. 

He moved forward and accepted the proffered glass, and watched an erect nipple trace a line under the material as her arm moved. "Here's to us," he proposed. 

They each had a quick but large swallow since neither could concentrate on the wine. David was completely preoccupied with her mystery lying barely concealed beneath the fabric. He put his glass aside and pulled her firmly to him. Her drink sloshed on his sleeve , then down his back as he met those engaging lips with his and began to explore her tongue. The skin on her bare back felt like velvet and sent little shock waves through his system, as did the sensation of her pliable breasts that he could feel through his shirt. They clung to one another for a long time, pressing so hard against one another that it interfered with their now laboured breathing. 

Finally, Catherine dropped the glass which landed on the couch 

and locked both arms around his neck. "Brother, can you wind me up?" she gasped as his hands slipped under the short skirt and began to work their way back up to her waist across her bare bottom. 

Realising that she was not wearing any knickers, he kept moving his arms upher back so that the dress rode up with them until she released her arms from his neck and allowed the dress to slide over her head. He stepped back and bent to kiss each nipple, then patted her bottom, "Lead on, my sweet". 

Now wearing only her shoes, she sauntered off to the bedroom knowing full well how crazy she could drive him merely at the sight 

of her back and the elegance of her legs on medium heels. After a moment of feasting on the glorious vision of her disappearing body, he quickly followed after her rapidly shedding clothes as he went.

When he reached the bedroom, Catherine was sitting on the bed resting on her elbows and holding out a shoe-clad foot to him. David sank to his knees and lovingly undid the strap and slipped the shoe off. Then he slipped her toes into his mouth and teased them with his tongue and teeth. 

Catherine slumped back on the bed with a squeal of delight as the first electric shock surged up her leg. After the same treatment to the other foot, he allowed his tongue to trace a line up the inside of her leg until it found the love spot. She gasped as his tongue made contact and sent waves of desire crashing up her nervous system. Then she felt her legs raised and placed on his shoulders and his rigid dick slip smoothly inside her. He pulled on her thighs and brought her up hard against him. She slipped her legs down and locked them tightly round his waist so that they remained coupled as he moved her sideways so that he could get on the bed. David could feel her internal grip on him in a sensation that nearly 

climaxed him there and then.

Catherine felt waves of ecstasy wash over her. She reached out her long arms and wrapped them around David's neck. She could feel him inside her and she realised how in tune they were with one another. The great thing about a relationship of long-standing is that one comes to rely on certain things. She kissed him gently on the forehead and said "What are you thinking?"

"Oh nothing much" he replied. "But I was thinking that I would miss you and certainly miss this in Auckland."

"Hmm" she sighed; "With your looks and body you will easily find another."

"Don't be silly. I won't even be aware of other women. The course will fully occupy me and I shall be so tired at the end of the day I'll just fall into bed."

Catherine moved slightly so that she could admire his body better. Then she began to kiss him long and passionately. The effect of his mouth over hers and the pulsating thrust of his tongue, wound her up considerably. She began to move under him, slowly at first in an almost lazy rhythm but then more quickly as the urgency of their passion grew. David pushed up on his arms and glanced down at their point of contact as her gyrations increased. He saw the wondrous colour of her skin and the contours of a flat taut 

stomach leading to upturned breasts, fully accentuated as Catherine raised her arms above her head and gripped the headboard for better movement. Her nipples stood out like ripened cherries, and like forbidden fruit, were 

unable to be resisted. David uickly lowered his lips and drew deeply of their promise. This was all that Catherine needed to send her over the top and with one final thrust from the bed head, felt the onset of a dizzying climax that rolled on and on and on. Her head jerked back as she released a long drawn out moan.

The vigour of her movements had brought David to a high state of excitement that was super enhanced by the glorious sensation of her nipples slipping in and out of his mouth, but it was her cry of releasing ecstasy that triggered that beautiful moment in the sublime knowledge of their unique togetherness, and fired a climax that caused an involuntary spasm that left him weak and gasping, as nerve endings responded throughout his body. He collapsed onto her and kissed her eyelids. Catherine cautiously released 

the headboard as if she might somehow float away without it, and tenderly wrapped her arms round his neck.

"Well, lover boy, that should give you something to remember while you are away. I certainly will!" 

They both drifted off into that lovely twilight zone of semi sleep, known only to satisfied lovers.

David had called Catherine Friday evening to report that he had arrived safely and that he was installed at the New President Hotel in Victoria Street and added, "Surprise, surprise! I sat next to Joshua's partner, Sukhi. She is relieving for the 

next week or so on the Los Angeles run and will be based in Auckland." 

Which brought Catherine a sharp reminder that Joshua wanted her to invite him 

around on the pretext of seeing the photographs of course; that she had deliberately fallen into his arms the previous week and, worse, had enjoyed the experience! She ran the dilemma through her head again; that she was fully committed to David but how wrong would it be to indulge in purely recreational sex with Joshua 

who was such a good and trusted friend and with whom she had had a previous relationship?

When Monday came, the laboratory was so busy with winter tests that she had only seen Joshua fleetingly in the distance for most of the day and she was surprised by a phone call to her flat the next morning, just as she was thinking, she agreed, rummaged in the chest and stuffed them into her handbag.

Catherine had just finalised and faxed her last report, long after she 

thought everyone else would have gone home, when she felt a vague disappointment that Joshua hadn't contacted her. The laboratory was kept at mid summer temperatures all year round, so before getting into her winter gear, she walked to the other end of the lab and discovered Joshua still frantically completing a meningitis test. 

"Hello, there. Can you hang on a minute while I finish? Would you believe this is the fifth meningitis test today and you know how fussy the boss is that the preliminary results be phoned back to the GP within thirty minutes of the courier arriving here! Be an angel and get Doctor Eades on the phone for me." 

Catherine busied herself with the phone list and soon had Dr Eades waiting so that Joshua could pass on the good news. "I thought you must have gone home without looking at the photos because I hadn't brought them to you," she said half accusingly. 

"No way - it's just that I have been so busy that I haven't even had any lunch yet! But did you bring them with you or are they still in your office?" 




David and Catherine Ch. 04



"I have them here, but I'm not going to let them out of my sight so you can't take them away. I don't trust you men - you get a couple of drinks on board and next thing you are showing all your mates!"

"Catherine!" Joshua managed in his most indignant voice, " Don't put me in the same class of 'you men', but you are right, I wouldn't trust them either - one of them might offer a shoulder to cry on after telling Sukhi the good news! By the way, has everyone else gone home?" 

"Didn't see a soul down my end as I came here. What about the mini-lab?" 

All gone," he proclaimed clearing a space for the photos, " but do hurry up, I've been so keen to see them again. Here, park yourself on this," offered Joshua pulling another backless mobile stool close to the desk.

Catherine sat as instructed, fished the envelope of photos out of her lab coat pocket and placed them on the desk but could not bring herself to get them out, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed about her nakedness. Joshua had no such qualms about his and quickly spread them out in a line. The silence was electric and their breathing seemed unnaturally loud. "Just look at that," he said in a husky voice, pulling one of the photos down,"I had forgotten just how beautiful you are." It was the photo taken in 

the mirror where he was standing behind her with his arm loosely around her waist. His finger traced a line down her softly moulded arm and perfectly sculptured thigh and leg, contrasting so graphically against his darker skin. "What a body! You're just perfect." 

Catherine felt herself getting hot under the skimpy lab coat from his obvious pleasure and appreciation of the picture they made. She saw her taut breast and rigid nipple framed by the dark brown muscular arm and the beautiful body behind it, and realised that her nipples were now just as hard again. 

"Oh, look at that," he said with a low chuckle as he pulled another photo down, "you were shocked out of your wits by this one taken in front of the window to the street - but there was no escape!" 

While Catherine was blushing at the memory, she could also 

recall the sensation of Joshua deep inside her and her horror as he had moved across to the un-curtained window with her legs around his waist, pinioned in a 'pornographic' pose for the world to see. Catherine was so preoccupied with reliving the event that she was scarcely conscious that they were pressed tightly together from shoulder to knee. The spell was broken as they both reached for the same photo and their hands touched. Catherine jerked hers back as if she had touched an electric fence, but Joshua although startled also, shyly put his hand over her other hand resting on the desk. Her fingers felt warm and yielding as he allowed his fingertips to stroke hers. Slowly they spun on their stools to face one another and Joshua gently took her face in his hands and drew her forward until their lips met and melted together. Nothing happened for a 

moment as they both adjusted to this new situation, until finally, the 

tensions of the last week erupted and their tongues began a frenzy of exploration.

Joshua moved his hands from her face and began to unpop the studs 

of her lab coat so that he could slide his hands inside. Catherine was so distracted by his kisses that she scarcely noticed what he was doing until she felt the shock of his hands on the bare skin of her back as they undid the clasp of her bra. As she pulled back from him his hand slid round under her bra and cupped her straining breasts. 

Her excitement was now so intense that she could barely bring herself to utter, " Not here Joshua. Please - not here." 

"OK," he whispered, "just checking that all system are 'GO' and that those beautiful nipples are responding". 

Still flushed with pent-up emotion she reached between the button of his coat and was given another jolt of excitement as she felt his dick straining against his trousers, "Oohh, that does feel nice," as she traced the outline of his erect dick - your systems all seem to be on 'GO' too!" 

"I'll say they are just looking at those photos nearly drove me crazy with desire again. You said, 'not here' so can we go to your place - it's closer than mine?" 

Catherine was not all that keen on that option either, but there weren't many alternatives, "I guess so, but I don't want to use the bedroom. OK?" 

"That's good. I understand perfectly and would feel the same if we 

were at my place. But Catherine, while we are waiting to get there, let me just refuel the memory batteries with the real thing". Joshua released his grip as they both got off the stools and he reached forward to continue popping the buttons. 

Catherine hesitated as her instinct was to pull her lab coat closed again. 

"Don't be silly, now. You have to take it off in a minute anyway!" Joshua cajoled. 

He finished the unbuttoning before the argument had, and slipped it off her shoulders. Catherine stood there sheepishly in only her knickers and undone bra which was askew revealing the bulk of a breast. "The photo doesn't do you justice," he gasped as he slid the bra down her arms. "Now no slumping forward," he commanded as he reached forward and made her pull her shoulder back and 

stand up straight. "You should be incredibly proud of your figure." 

Catherine suddenly relaxed, "I'm not used to exposing it," she explained, but continued, mischievously, "now it's your turn!"

Joshua looked stunned for a moment, preoccupied as he was with the vision before him. 

"Oh, OK. Not much to take off either. See, just a few buttons, then 'presto'!" He whipped his coat open to reveal that he was only wearing trousers under the coat. 

Catherine reached forward and ran her fingers down his smooth chest to his belt. 

"Keep going," she commanded. Joshua was non-plussed for a moment, having been entirely focussed on his desire to see her in all her beauty, but he undid his belt and let his trousers slide to the ground. His enlarged masculinity was now easily outlined through his skimpy briefs. 

" Now we are evens," Catherine said as she stepped forward 

and buried her face and taut nipples in his chest. Joshua lifted her face and began to kiss those delectable lips. They stood for some minutes, wrapped in each other, but with passions rising again.

"We need to go," Catherine declared, "Let me go so that I can get dressed. It'll be freezing outside."

Reluctantly, Joshua released the golden girl from his arms and reached for his trousers.

Back in her room, Catherine opened her locker and recovered her 'street' clothes a white heavy knit polar necked sweater, black slacks and overcoat. She slipped off her lab coat, pulled up her slacks and was about to put her bra on but instead slipped it into her handbag and just pulled the sweater over her head, shivering at the sensation of the wool sliding across her still sensitive nipples. She forced her arms into the coat sleeves, gathered her bag and with coat flapping, and met Joshua at the top of the stairs.

"You look absolutely stunning!" he remarked, "so stunning in fact, that I need another kiss." 

"Don't be daft!" she said, giving him a long soft kiss nevertheless, and seized his hand and lead him down the stairs. Catherine oscillated between being anxious about where all this was leading and an irrepressible desire to go down down memory lane but Joshua was wasting no time as he strode down the street 

on his long legs. When they finally turned off the main street into the alley that Catherine always gave a miss to when she was alone, Joshua stopped, glanced both ways, then pulled her to him. 

Gazing down into her upturned face, "Are you sure this is going to be OK for you? You have wound me up to the point where bulldozers won't be able to stop me in another minute!" 

"I don't know," she wailed, "truly, I don't know and I'm all mixed up. I'm just as wound up! I want you too, Joshua." 

He stopped any further talk as his lips closed over hers and their kiss took on an urgency that had not been there, fuelled by their admissions of need for one another. 

"I'm going to burst out of these trousers in a minute," he complained as he hitched himself around into a more comfortable position. "Come on, we're almost there". 

They almost ran the last few metres and then wasted time as Catherine first dropped the keys, then couldn't get them into the lock. As the door swung open, "Josh, I really need a shower." 

"So do I, but that is going to be the second thing we do." 

"What's the first?" asked Catherine as she threw her coat at 

the hook, slipped out of her shoes and began to walk up the stairs. 

"Little Josh, who is now big Josh, wants to slip inside you so 

fast that you won't realise what struck you until your head flies off," he promised as he kicked off his shoes and chased her up the stairs. 

Catherine gave a squeal of indecision, because she couldn't make 

up her mind which way to go. Joshua caught her halfway up and grabbed an ankle, causing her to fall flat on the stairs, and slide down backwards as he pulled. He was delighted to see that her sweater rode up her body as she slipped back, revealing the absence of a bra, so he kept pushing it up towards her head as he rolled her onto her back, revealing full breasts and rigid nipples. She raised her arms and tugged the garment over her head as Joshua frantically undid the buttons of her slacks and dragged  

them down over her legs along with her briefs. She lay still momentarily, stretched out on the stairs naked before him as he feasted his eyes on her but she suddenly rebounded and began hauling his shirt off him. She crouched on the stairs pulling at his belt and forcing his trousers and briefs down until she could grasp his now fully engorged dick in one hand as she put her other arm around his neck and pulled herself against him. Lips met once 

again in a frantic duel. Joshua backed down and knelt on the bottom step and leant forward on his hands. 

Catherine slid down the stairs under him then thrust her hips up until the tip of his dick was at her beckoning entrance. "I want all of you - now!" she whispered urgently. 

"I can't wait any longer anyway,' responded Joshua with his face 

screwed up with the concentration of holding back. He straightened his legs as he leant forward which thrust his dick into her as far as it would go. 

As he filled her void, Catherine let out a long sigh and a ripple of a pre climax swept through her. She straightened her legs and allowed gravity to drive her hard up against his pelvis, adding delicious pressure to her clitoris. She reached up and grabbed the handrails as he began to seesaw backwards and forwards. 

"My God you look so beautiful stretched out like that and your 

velvety sleeve feels so seductive that I can't hang on any longerrrrrrrrrrrr.! Aagghh, I'm losing it," he shouted as his juice of life spurted into her in what seemed like an unending stream. His body went rigid, and Catherine could feel erself going over the top as his warm juice flooded her and a display of cerebral 

fireworks blotted out her vision. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her as she hung tenuously from the handrails. Finally, she just slumped under him as he too, collapsed from the rigid state he has been in. 

Neither moved until they recovered their breath. Joshua, conscious of his weight on her, stiffened his arms and bent to kiss her tenderly. " I don't know whether I love you or adore you, but I do know I would like to eat you, starting with your nose," he said as he gave it a gentle nip. 

Catherine gathered her wits and wrapped her arms around his neck, "That was just wonderful. If I never have sex again, I'll be able to remember this 

moment. But seriously Josh, you'll ruin everything if you mention 'love'. I just can't cope with that idea. Let's just stick with the idea of fantastic recreational sex, eh? By the way, we need to move before I get permanent cramp in my rear!" 

Joshua nudged her legs up round his waist, pulled her upright then 

stood unsteadily up. "Whoops. Hang on now - I can't have your beautiful bottom sullied. Shower coming up," as he began to climb the stairs. She clung on to his gorgeous muscular body, feeling her still sensitive nipples getting a bonus massage as he wended his way to the bathroom. She slipped her legs down, but was still some inches off the floor as they remained coupled. They both glanced into the mirror that was probably the cause of their pleasure in the first place and smiled at the contrast of colour and size. Catherine, still with her arms around his neck, looked as if she was glued to him, touching as they were from her shoulders to her toes, to say 

nothing of the still enlarged object deep inside her. "We forgot to take a photo," he remarked, "but I guess we should wait for something really original!"

They were drying themselves off after a lengthy shower in which they explored every inch of one another accompanied with large quantities of hair conditioner. Catherine had been fascinated with his enlarged but no longer rigid dick, and had sunk to her knees and taken it in her mouth, marvelling at the softness of its skin as she slid her lips along it and teased it with her tongue. Joshua for his part had sat on the shower floor and with water streaming down her body, had wound her up as he sucked all her toes and kissed the inside of her ankles. Then he pulled her to him and, kneeling, thrust his tongue deep in side her until she finally climaxed once more.

As she dried herself, Catherine became aware of a change in herself. That she no longer felt shy about her body and, to her surprise was enjoying the pleasure she knew that he derived from looking at her. She played with him by casually, raising both arms to fluff up her hair after removing the shower cap, to ensure that her breasts were displayed to best advantage, all the while savouring the view of his overall manliness. 

"I have to say that you have changed me, Joshua. Much to my surprise, I actually like the way you look at me. I sort of feel liberated!" She cupped her breasts and fingered her nipples. 

"Well there you are then, it's not recreational but therapeutic sex you're having, so its got to be good for you. But whichever, it has made me very hungry and reminded me that I haven't had any lunch yet. So, what say we go out and buy a quick takeaway? What's the sexiest outfit you've got?" 

"Ah, come with me and we'll see if this little number fits the bill." 

Catherine returned from her bedroom with her black cocktail dress on a hanger and a pair of sandals for inspection. 

"Oh yes! Do put them on." She dropped her sandals and held 

out a foot while he strapped them on and then bunched the dress up and slipped it over her head. Joshua gasped as she pirouetted around displaying gorgeous areas of bare back and leg, along with a dramatic accentuation of her lovely figure. Joshua pulled her roughly to him as he launched a passionate kiss and slid his hands up and under the dress. 

"Hey, cut it out," she gasped, "you were very hungry a minute ago, 

remember?" 

"Weird man, weird! I am more hungry than ever but a second ago I couldn't wait for you to put it on, then when I see it on, I can't wait to take it off you! Really weird! O.K. There is a takeaway close by my place, if you drive us there, I've got a nice bottle of red that I only tasted yesterday. It will wash the greasies down nicely."

Joshua fired up all the heaters in his flat, and they enjoyed their 

hamburgers with the bottle of wine on the rug by the light of the gas fire. 

Catherine sighed, "That was lovely thanks Josh. The wine is creeping over me and I suddenly feel as if I have had an incredibly long day and its only seven o'clock!" 

"I know what you need - back in a mo'." Joshua struggled back with a large air-filled mattress that he arranged near the fire with a couple of pillows and an eiderdown. He bent down and took off each sandal swallowing her toes in the process and chasing his tongue up the inside of each leg to her knees. As she stretched to savour the tingling sensation that chased through her system, 

he caught the bottom of her dress and lifted it over her head. 

"You look gorgeous sitting there in the firelight, but you'll be more comfortable over here. I wish I had the camera!" 

Catherine crawled across to the mattress and snuggled into the pillow facing the fire. 

Joshua returned with two glasses and a bottle of Cointreau and poured two generous measures. He handed her a glass, then slowly stripped off his clothing and settled behind her. "Cheers," they both echoed as they took a large swallow of the fiery liqueur.

Joshua traced a finger down her side, into the dip of her waist and up over her hip as he snuggled his dick into the cheeks of her bottom. The contact caused a surge of desire and an immediate enlargement that Catherine pressed against. Dipping his finger in the Cointreau, he circled the visible nipple with the dripping liqueur until it went rigid, then leant forward to suck it off. Until that moment, Catherine was nicely relaxed having consumed a half bottle of wine, and the mouthful of Cointreau had enveloped her in a rosy glow but Joshua's lips on her nipple had sent a vibrant shiver through her whole system. She rolled off her elbow onto her back and gazed at Joshua through half closed eyes, 

"That was nice. What about the other one?" 

"I have a better idea. Drain your glass and I'll just spread some Cointreau over little Joshua, then let him ease inside you like . . ...this!" 

Catherine felt his velvety smoothness slip inside her, then sucked in her breath at the sharp burning sensation of the alcohol on her super sensitive tissue. The burning soon abated and was replaced by a diffused warmth in her stomach and around her midriff. She thrust her hips against him, "Ohhh, what a lovely sensation. Do it hard and do it quickly, Josh." 

Josh needed no further incitement and began to thrust into her more and more wildly as her cries became louder and louder 

until finally she thrust her hand into her mouth to stifle a scream of ecstasy as wave after wave of joyous energy swirled and washed all over her. As it began to subside, she could feel Joshua's pelvis grinding into her clitoris as he climaxed uncontrollably and his warm juice of life spurted into her. 

Catherine felt totally relaxed and absolutely exhausted, " Josh, we 

probably should never do this again, so I would just like to enjoy the feel of you filling me for a bit longer. Put your shirt under us and let's be more comfortable lying on our sides". 

They rolled sideways, readjusted the pillows and enjoyed the special warmth from touching stomachs and thighs. Josh was almost asleep but could feel Catherine flexing her muscles as she savoured the sensation of his softening dick. He shaped her breast to a pyramid and tweaked the nipple and didn't remember much more 

for at least twenty minutes. 

When he awoke, Catherine's steady breathing showed that she too, was sound asleep. He suspected that she was both physically and emotionally drained, knowing that she must have had a empestuous battle with her conscience. Dear Catherine, so loyal, yet so vulnerable. He knew that she did not 'love' him, but he also knew that she liked, respected and totally trusted him. He felt very similarly about her, but since she seemed to be as physically attracted to him as he was to her, it was probably not all that surprising that their emotions 'boiled' over occasionally, especially when they were in daily contact. 

He felt himself slipping out of her and put a hand on her beautifully rounded bottom to pull her up against him. She stirred and tried to roll onto her back, so Josh followed her, pressing her beneath him as he found her lips and began to tease her tongue with his.




David and Catherine Ch. 04



Catherine drifted out of a dreamless sleep and opened her eyes to find that the exciting sensation that had woken her, was real and that she was really returning his kisses. Then she became conscious of the warmth and pleasure of the sensation around her pelvic area and flexed her muscles again. 

"Oh, that is so nice - we are still joined and it would be nice if it stayed like that forever. But Josh, I need to go soon. I don't think I should drive after all that alcohol I've had, but you could walk me home or I could taxi what do you reckon?"

Josh gyrated his hips against her, "I want to walk you home. I want to be able to stop and hug you whenever I feel like it. To be able to pull you against me and to kiss those lips. To be able to unbutton your coat and do something unimaginable in public!" 

"You dreadful beast Josh, stop it or you'll set me off again."

They did all those things on the way to her place, including unbuttoning her coat and bunching her dress right up over her breasts. It was too cold for anything else but the cold air hardened her nipples and Joshua loved the feel of them through his shirt. In spite of the cold, Catherine felt strangely liberated doing something as daft and senseless as that. 

Fortunately, Catherine had forgotten to turn the heaters off when they rushed out, so the place was beautifully warm on their return and they were able to thaw out. Josh theorised that they would warm up more quickly if they took off their cold clothing, as he helped her off with her skimpy dress. They clung together in front of the heater as their desire rose to a crescendo again. 

" The last time I was here I said there were a few things we hadn't tried, do you remember?" 

"Yes," responded Catherine cautiously. 

"The bedroom is out of bounds and we'll forget about the margarine, but you can choose between over the back of the settee or covered in honey on the kitchen table." 

Catherine shivered with excitement at the recollection of the honey and kitchen table. "I'd like to try the margarine just once sometime, but I'll go for the honey now that I know what to do." Catherine lead the way into the kitchen, collected the honey from the cupboard, spread a heavy towel on the kitchen table, hitched herself up onto it and flipped the lid off the honey. 

"Now, watch carefully, there are no prizes for not getting all of it!" Catherine scooped a large dollop of honey with her finger and applied it liberally to each big toe, then smothered each nipple and a good portion of each breast, then with two fingers, inserted a blob deep inside herself. 

Josh was as hard as a brick at this point and began the clean-up task with enthusiasm, starting with the toes. The sensation was so intense that Catherine lay back on the table as she felt his lips sending shivers up her legs. Then he moved to her breasts which he systematically vacuumed, sucking the nipples deep into his mouth as an encore. Catherine was beside herself by the time his tongue began chasing the honey deep inside her and sensing her imminent climax, put her legs on his shoulders and plunged his eager dick deep inside her. She came almost immediately, gripping the edges of the table as her head seemed to swirl in all directions, then, after a few more violent thrusts, Joshua released his mounting tension with an involuntary up thrust that almost lifted her off the table. 

Joshua felt completely immobilised for what seemed like ages, until he became conscious of that glorious sensation of the soft skin of her ankles pressing against his ears. He turned his head and kissed each ankle lovingly. 

After a moment, he withdrew and helped her upright. "Sadly, it's time for me to go my beautiful one or I'll be here all night. If you don't mind, I'll take your keys with me so that I can bring the car back in the morning on the way to work. I'll let myself in about seven thirty-ish, if that is OK?" 

He gave her a deep kiss and quickly got into his clothes and left.

True to his word, Joshua was climbing the stairs sharp on 7.30 and found Catherine in the kitchen about to prepare breakfast. She was wearing only a pale blue, three quarter length polyester dressing gown tied loosely around the middle.

"Hi, you are just in time for breakfast unless you have already 

eaten." 

Joshua admired her legs and then kissed her tenderly as he absorbed the aroma of hair shampoo and soap emanating from her.

"Mmmmm, I can smell breakfast." 

"Toast is all that is on the menu!" 

"Oh, OK. With honey?" 

"I don't think that I should let you near any honey at all, as it seems to turn you into a sexual maniac!" 

"Not so, it just gives me heaps of energy". 

"Don't be silly. We haven't got time for that sort of nonsense - have we?" 

"Oh I don't know. The coach doesn't turn into a pumpkin until 8.15 when life returns to normal and we leave your flat. So there is plenty of time for me to deliver on my threats!" 

"Without saying 'yes' to anything, just tell me what you would like to do anyway." 

By way of answer, Josh reached forward and untied her belt, letting the dressing gown fall open. He touched her erect nipples and let his finger trail down her stomach until he was able to slip them into her wet entrance. 

"Actions speak louder than words, I always think," he replied. Catherine shuddered with pleasure, suddenly conscious of how moist she had become with the idea of having Josh inside her. She reached forward and slipped his trousers and briefs off and let her breasts brush across his erection. Joshua took her hand and lead 

her over to the sofa in the lounge and made her lean over the arm of it. 

He slid his hands around her beautiful bottom and re-found her moist entrance, slipping his fingers inside, searching for that super sensitive love spot. She gasped as he found it, circling it with the tips of his fingers as she began to thrust herself against him in her excitement. 

Sensing that she was getting close to her climax Josh positioned his dick at the entrance of her velvet sleeve and pressed it right in until he had that marvellous sensation of the backs of her legs against his thighs and her bottom moulding into his pelvis. 

Catherine gave a long shudder as he leant over her to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Unable to contain herself any longer, she began to push back against him with increasing vigour until finally she clamped her internal muscles hard onto him and shuddered though a time stopping orgasm. 

Josh was already in a high state of tension and he suddenly convulsed into a massive climax when she clamped hard onto him. His hands gripped her around the waist as if to squeeze her in half and he let out a long drawn out groan as his juices jetted into her. 

"My goodness, how you rev me up," he croaked as he slipped out of her. "I just want to consume you. Quickly, turn around so that I can hug you." 

She hitched herself onto the back of the sofa so that he could enter her again, then let herself press full length against him, feet dangling in the air, supported only by her arms around his neck and his hands on her bottom. They remained there for some minutes - fused together as one, until his arms gave out and he had to put her down. They kissed hungrily as if to devour one another before the magic time was up and they had to return to real life. 

"I still want to devour you, but we've only time for another very quick shower, or we'll be late and given the work that will have piled up overnight, that better not happen. 

I have to day that the anniversary review of the photographs has led to an incredibly memorable event and after making love to you in the last half hour, how am I supposed to behave normally with you at work today? " 

"I know." lamented Catherine, "We have probably made a terrible mistake that will haunt us for ages but it was just so wonderfully exciting at the time! Let's hope we can put our lives into different boxes and keep the lid on this one well locked down in the future. Quick, let me go. I need to get the remnants of the honey off me and get dressed or we will both be in trouble."