0 comments/ 24136 views/ 3 favorites The Gift Of Freesias By: Magda CHAPTER ONE Alex awoke slowly from his dream and rolled towards his nightstand. He already knew what time it would say. 12.01am. The dream always woke him at this time and then seemed to disappear, leaving him with only the vaguest recollection of its presence. Impressions mainly. A hint of emotion. An elusive caress. He never saw any physical images in this dream, but the feelings it gave brought about a growing awareness in him; an awareness of himself and his life. He was learning very fast that neither looked as good as he was always led - or allowed himself - to believe. But the dream was different this time. When Alex woke, it was to the scent of freesias. The dream left him this before scuttling back into his subconscious or where ever else it dwelled during his waking hours. The dream had been his bedtime companion for almost a year now. Since the night Chloe walked out on him, with a flick of her gorgeous blonde hair and a continuous stream of tears that served to reverse the look of control she tried to maintain. He remembered looking at her with a mixture of remorse and pity. Remorse because it wasn't in him to be the man she needed him to be and pity because she learned only that night what he had known for a year: she was in this relationship alone. Alex had had no interest in maintaining a connection with Chloe but lacked the courage to tell her. When a relationship ends it is too easy to make excuses for oneself. But Alex wasn't interested in this kind of ducking and diving. The blame was his and his alone. And although he did not have the balls to be honest with Chloe, he did have the balls to be honest with himself. He had no interest whatsoever in staying in a relationship with her. Alex didn't make the time to explore the 'whys' and 'what fors'. Instead, he chose, as he always did, to throw himself into his work. "Software engineer" was not just his job title, it was also his home. It kept him warm. It challenged him. It praised him. It inspired him. Alex realised this was a rather creative way to call oneself a workaholic but until the night Chloe left him he didn't see anything wrong with being a workaholic. His work, up until now, always fulfilled his needs; but, with the ensuing loneliness that followed Chloe's exit from his life, the doubts came. For months Alex was convinced he made a mistake in letting her go. He lost count of how many times he rung her direct dial at the office and heard "Chloe Andersen" professionally answer, before sending the dial tone as his reply. The e-mails he wrote but never sent must have numbered in the thousands. He remembered that first month without her as being especially dark. His work didn't hold his interest as much as it once did. He wasn't as inspired as he used to be. Pretty soon his self-analysis took him to the view that he might have made a huge mistake in letting Chloe go. That led him to become a silent phone stalker and a keen visitor to his e-mail trash compactor. If his self-analysis had stopped there, Alex might well have called Chloe again and asked for another chance. Luckily for both of them Alex's self-analysis was not done with him yet. One night, three months after his break up, on a boys night out with Simon and Daniel, two work colleagues, it tweaked his brain right between the merlot and the first course. It whispered, "Wasn't the first night you had your dream the night Chloe left?" Simon and Daniel looked at him with concern when he sprayed his merlot into his napkin. His growing realisation dawned on him. But their concern, both from Alex's merlot-filled gasp and having watched him struggle through his break up, was erased when Alex raised his glass suddenly in a toast and said with a grin, "To moving on!" They clinked their glasses with his and smiled. Neither of them realised that their relief paled in comparison to Alex's as it occurred to him he had not made a mistake when he let Chloe go. The fact that he still didn't know where his sense of dissatisfaction was coming from was not strong enough to stop him from enjoying the rest of the night. And so the merlot flowed. When he got home a few hours later it was well after 3.00am. He fell asleep knowing it was too late for the dream to catch him that night. He was too drunk to analyse how he could possibly have known that. A dreamless sleep claimed him soon after and he was glad of it. He didn't need a dream to tell him his life wasn't where he needed it to be. His hangover the next morning would no doubt take care of that. CHAPTER TWO Victoria liked to sit on her balcony as the sun went down. She always felt hopeful at sunset. Her melancholy of late was not strong enough to stop her from thinking that although the sun was going to leave her for a while, it would come back again soon and with it would come a new day. "Another chance to make things better for myself." Sometimes this thought was the only thing that got her out of bed. Looking out over the seaside suburb of Uxbridge as the sun fell lower in the sky, Victoria sipped her merlot and breathed in the scent of her freesias. Well, technically not her freesias. Technically, freesias belonging to somebody else who, for reasons known only to them, kept leaving a fresh bouquet on her doorstep every morning. Her first bouquet arrived three days ago. How she loved these flowers! Their subtle scent. The delicate shade of cream and lemon on their soft petals. Springtime always brought the freesias. But this spring was like no other. Her Mum wasn't here this time. Perhaps, if she wasn't in the grip of her own melancholy and grief at the death of her Mum, might have been curious to find out who was leaving their freesias on her doorstep. She hoped one day she would know who was doing this for her but for now she was just content to breathe in their fragrance and sip her merlot. At that exact same moment, in somebody's house, in somebody's lounge, overlooking some beach and in the hand of some man, there was a card that should have accompanied that last delivery of freesias. It simply read "Because I know these used to bring you smiles..." Between the freesias and Victoria's wineglass sat a picture of Victoria and her Mum. As she gazed at the smiles pasted on the faces of these two very similar looking women she felt a brief wave of self-pity and knew this evening was probably going to take the same course of every evening she'd faced since her Mum died. It was not for her, the route of the alcoholic who can't stop at just one glass of merlot. Try the wannabe writer who sits in front of her computer and makes engineering inept paper planes to throw around her study while her dreams of literary recognition go up in smoke. One of the fortifying thoughts Victoria had in the brief moments she managed to overcome her melancholy is that she was not a wannabe writer. She already had one successful novel under her belt. But the short-lived victory she gained from dwelling on this point was very quickly – and as always - completely undone by the thought, "If not a wannabe writer, then perhaps we should try one-hit-wonder!" Her melancholy pretty much hit a home run at that point. It was time to get out of the apartment and go for a walk. Victoria left the balcony and went into her lounge, locking the ranch slider behind her. The beach at the end of her street was a 5-minute walk away. She decided she needed to feel the gentle ebb and flow of the tide that always relaxed her as it caressed her bare feet. She headed out of her driveway and walked briskly down the softly sloping footpath towards Uxbridge Beach. She arrived just as the sun met the horizon. The beach was hers. Victoria removed her sandals so she could feel the warm sand between her toes. Uxbridge Beach wasn't very big but for Victoria this was always part of its charm. She had lived in Uxbridge for three years and loved its small village atmosphere and cobblestone walkways. The beach, with its ever-changing horizons and softly lapping shoreline always calmed Victoria. There was peace for her here. She removed her barrette and allowed her long brown hair to fall down her back. She walked towards the water as it stroked the still warm sand with it's soft, sensual caress. The tide was coming in as the sun cast its last golden rays on it. She walked into the water until it was licking at her calve. She lifted the hem of her dress to her thighs and allowed the water to move higher up her body. It was still warm and when she looked around the beach and saw nobody else she submerged herself up to her shoulders, her long hair fanned out in the water behind her. Despite the warmth of the water, when it licked at her nipples they hardened as if it were ice cold. The sensuality was not lost on Victoria as she widened her legs and let the salt water lick softly at her aching clit. She felt the sudden sexual tension building in her. The wet caress of the sea felt good to Victoria but it was not enough. She needed warmth, and call her unadventurous, but she also needed the comfort of her bed as well, before she could ease the tension building deep inside her. She knew she wouldn't find a full release at home in her lonely apartment but at least it would be safer there than on some quickly darkening beach by herself. She turned back to the shoreline and decided to head to her favourite bench. She could remove the sand from her feet there, as she looked out over the sunset. She also needed to somehow make her dress less revealing for the short walk home. Though as she looked down at her erect nipples and their large areolae, clearly revealed in the transparent cotton, she realised she had her work cut out for her. She left the water and walked back up the beach. The thin cotton of her dress clung to her like a second skin. When she got to her favourite bench she was disappointed to see somebody else sitting on it. Alex had seen Victoria a full 10 minutes before she saw him. He liked the way the sea air whipped her long brown hair across her face. He watched as she walked into the water, lifting her dress to mid thigh and let the water move against her legs. He could feel his cock move restlessly in his surf shorts when Victoria gave up the effort to keep her dress dry and submerged herself almost completely in the water. He couldn't help but think that despite the fact she was fully clothed, she still looked sexy as hell. He loved the way her wet hair clung to her neck and cheek as she made her way out of the water. It wasn't until Victoria was about 20 metres from his bench that Alex realised she intended to sit in exactly the same spot he found himself in. It was also at 20 metres that Alex realised her dress was almost completely transparent. Her nipples were so hard. And from the way her dress was clinging to them, and the gentle way her breasts moved, it was obvious they were bare beneath the wet cotton. He allowed his eyes to drop lower and rested them on the perfect V of her mound. But for her dress this beautiful woman was completely naked. His cock got so hard he had no choice but to quickly take his sweat-shirt off and lay it over his lap. His skin reacted immediately to the sudden chill of the early evening air and the coldness of the wooden bench against his bare back. Victoria chose that exact moment to look up and realise he was there. Her first thought was, "Oh no! I'm sure he can see through my dress!" She should have felt scared, but strangely she wasn't. Stranger still she felt desire welling up in her as her eyes gazed slowly over his muscular shoulders and chest. Alex and Victoria stared at each other for what felt like hours. Neither of them moved nor spoke a word until Alex finally said, "I'm sorry, I think I am sitting in your seat." Victoria smiled and said, "I should be the one apologising. I've obviously disturbed a quiet moment for you. There's another seat further up the beach. I'll leave you to your thinking." Alex was surprised that she had read him so well. A need for a quiet moment was exactly what brought him to the beach this evening. But seeing Victoria, beautifully feminine in her pleasingly poor impersonation of a dress, also reminded him of another need. He wanted her. He slipped the card back into his shorts pocket. There was plenty of time later to figure out what prompted him to write its brief message. "You don't have to go. There is room for two. Besides, the sunset looks better from this seat. Alex Shawncrosse." "Victoria Lindsay." She returned his warm smile and sat. In silence they looked out over the water. The silence was comfortable and neither of them felt inclined to break it. But Victoria started to shiver a little and Alex instinctively moved closer to her. "You're cold," he whispered. "A little," she replied. He couldn't remove the sweatshirt from his lap until he suceeded in willing his erection down, so he instead pulled her into the haven of his arms and wrapped them around her. It felt right somehow. Victoria was at first surprised by Alex, but like him she too felt it was right for him to wrap his arms around her. She could feel his warm breath against the nape of her neck and she knew she wanted more. She moved closer to him but in so doing raised the hem of her damp dress until it barely covered her. They both looked down and it seemed so natural for to spread her legs a little and ease the hem of her dress higher. She leaned against Alex's hard chest and listened to his heart beat as she absorbed his heat. When he reached down to gently move her dress until her bare pussy was revealed to both of them she closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. Alex moved his face into Victoria's damp hair and whispered, "I want to touch you, Victoria. Can I touch you, baby?" She nodded and they both looked down as his fingers moved against her smooth moist lips. Victoria maintained only a thin triangle of soft brown hair over her mound, preferring to keep her lips free from hair. "Your lips are so soft, baby. I like that." She could barely move her mouth to form the words, "I don't like so much hair." She managed. Alex kissed the back of her neck before whispering, "Neither do I, honey." Victoria's eyes closed as she let her head fall back against Alex's shoulder. Alex stopped his caress for a moment before whispering, "Open your eyes. I want you to see how beautiful you are." Victoria had never been spoken to in this wonderfully gentle way by any of her lovers let alone someone who had known her for as brief a time as Alex had. She couldn't help but obey him. They both looked down as Alex's fingers played. Her juices were making them very wet. The skin chilled by the sea was now warming fast. "Spread your legs for me Victoria," he whispered. She lifted her right leg and brought it to rest on his muscular thighs while she moved her left leg further away, burying her toes into the sand. Her pussy was open to him now and he wasted no time in spreading her lips with the index and middle finger of his left hand, forming an inverted V so that her clit rested right in the middle of it. With the index and middle fingers of his right hand he started stroking the inner lips of her pussy and was rewarded with a soft and sexy moan from Victoria. "That's it, Victoria. Let yourself go. Nobody else exists right now; just you and me. Keep your eyes open, baby. Watch what I'm doing to you. Do you like me playing with you like this?" She nodded and moaned softly. "That's good, honey. I like touching you; making you wet. I can't keep my finger on your clit, baby. It's too slippery. Let me try something…" Alex moved his right hand lower and managed to position his thumb over Victoria's clit, leaving his index and middle finger free to slowly thrust in and out of her moistness. With Victoria keeping her thighs wide apart for him, Alex was able to free his left hand to unbutton her dress. He wanted to remove the wet cotton completely so Victoria would stop shivering. He didn't realise that it was his touch and not the dress that was affecting her in this way. If the affect he had on her was less powerful, Victoria might have been able to form the words to express herself to him. But she had little chance of forming any coherent words while his fingers were bringing her inexorably closer to climax. Despite Victoria's inability to find language she did have the presence of mind to lean slightly forward and allow Alex to remove her dress completely. When Victoria's hard nipples were revealed to him, Alex found himself devoid of words. They sat atop two firm cup D breasts and were the colour of dusky pink. He was impatient to feel them against his tongue, but greater than his impatience was the need to feel Victoria explode against his thrusting fingers. He knew that would have to wait. Alex wanted to make Victoria come and if there was a God in this world he would hear her scream his name when she did. He not only wanted this for himself, but for Victoria as well. He wanted her to feel pleasured by him; aroused by his body and words. This was more so than was ever the case with Chloe. He didn't understand why but knew the truth of it as soon as it occurred to him. He breathed in the scent of her as he drew her closer to the edge. She began to writhe against his fingers as they played along her lips and stroked her clit with their unhurried caress. His fingers continued to move inside her, deeper and deeper as she arched her back and thrust her hard nipples into the air. He loved the way they jiggled atop her breasts almost begging for his tongue. "Oh God! Come for me, baby! I can feel you gripping my fingers. I want you to come so badly, honey!" Victoria didn't want to lose control too fast. While she still had it she pulled Alex's moist fingers from her pussy and sucked them into her mouth. She was too aroused to understand how much control she took from him by allowing him to see such raw sensuality. She licked her juices from his fingers oblivious to Alex's awe-struck stare. Alex quickly moved from behind her and stood up to remove his shorts. He wanted to be free from his clothing like Victoria. But, to Victoria's chagrin, he didn't give her a chance to absorb to memory the details of his body. Instead, he knelt down on the still-warm sand and bent his head between her legs. He captured her clit gently between his lips and rubbed them together. She moaned loudly and reached her hands up to capture her swaying breasts. "Oh God, Alex!" She moaned. "What are you doing to me?!" Loving you, he thought simply. I am loving you. She looked down at him, her expression dazed. Eye contact lasted only a moment before she brought her right hand to the back of his head and ground her pussy hard against his tongue. When he stood to remove his shorts earlier she had changed position by lifting both feet onto the bench. This allowed her to squat above him now. Spreading her thighs wide she watched in dazed wonder as his tongue and fingers continued their sweet torture. "Oh Fuck! Alex... oh God!! Yes!!" She lifted her ass high off the bench and thrust her wetness towards him. Her clit was still trapped between his relentless lips and the same two fingers she sucked clean thrust in and out of her tight pussy. Alex's eyes were closed now as he savoured the taste of her. Victoria's body swayed in time to his tongue and her breasts slapped against each other more loudly now as her movements became more erratic. The full force of Victoria's climax was approaching and neither of them were prepared for it. She shook violently against him and gripped the back of the bench with both hands as she spread her legs wider and looked down at Alex using his delicious tongue on her sensitive clit. A long moan escaped her lips as wave after wave hit her. Alex moved his hands to her buttocks to stop her from toppling over. But he continued to lick her, more gently this time, bringing her down from her high. Long minutes passed before the sexual storm faded. The Gift Of Freesias When Victoria stopped trembling Alex stood up and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat back down. Neither of them spoke as she folded her arms around his neck and he stroked her back. His warm hard cock was thrust between their bodies but to his surprise he wasn't keen to do anything about it now. He just wanted to hold her in his arms and listen to her breathe. After a few moments Victoria lifted her cheek from his shoulder and looked at him before speaking with an embarrassed flush. "Thank you. I didn't know how much I needed that." He smiled and lifted his fingers to tangle in her long hair. He brought her lips gently to his and they kissed for the first time. It was a sensual kiss; a hint of things to come. He pulled away from her to speak. "Honey, I need more of you. But I want the time to enjoy you. As much as I want to take you right here and now, it doesn't feel right to me. I don't know what I am feeling right now; but, I do know it is not something that can be satisfied in one night. Whatever we do tonight I want it to be a beginning." As soon as he spoke those words Alex knew they were true and that they scared the hell out of him. Victoria once again found herself without language. This frustrated her because there was so much she needed to say to this stranger who knew her so well. As he continued to hold her and as she continued to feel soothed by his touch, the words came to her. She leaned in to kiss him softly before whispering, "I don't know who you are but your touch feels wonderful to me. The feel of your fingers on my skin has made me feel more alive than I have felt in a long time. I want more of you, too. I am not ready to let go of our connection." With that, she leaned back into him and drew him into her arms. He felt her erect nipples move through his chest hair and he couldn't help but feel the relief that comes when a man learns he is not alone in his feelings, as well as the tension that begins to build when a man's desire threatens to engulf him. The stars were out now and with them came a cold breeze off the sea. With her thighs still straddling him and her arms around his neck, Alex reached across the bench for his sweatshirt and slipped it over her head. She immediately felt safe and secure as the sweatshirt slipped down over her shoulders, resting up just above her knees. She couldn't help but laugh to herself when she realised the sweatshirt was longer than the dress that lay crumpled and wet on the bench next to them. "Stand up, honey. I want to take you home." She reluctantly moved away from him and watched as he bent to retrieve his surf shorts and put them back on. He picked up her wet dress and smiled at her in his 10-sizes-too big sweatshirt before taking her hand and walking her back to his car. As he reached into his shorts pocket for his car keys something dropped to the sand. Victoria immediately reached down to pick it up. It was the card that brought him to the beach this evening. She returned it to Alex without reading it. Had she read it, it would have said 'because I know these used to bring you smiles....' How could she know that this card was actually hers? And how could Alex know that the freesias on Victoria's table on her balcony were actually his? The drive to Alex's home was shared in comfortable silence. Victoria's hand rested on his thigh and occasionally, when his driving permitted, he was able to tangle his fingers in hers and bring her hand up to his lips for a soft, warm kiss. His surf shorts covered his legs to just below the knees and he loved the way Victoria peeled them back almost in distaste so she could stroke the bare skin of his thigh. How odd that this woman he had known for such a short amount of time could challenge his heart and mind so strongly! He never felt this way about Chloe. Alex and Victoria arrived at his home 5 minutes later. It was a large, sprawling, seaside house within a 15-minute walk from Victoria's apartment, located North of Uxbridge Beach. The same beach really, as it shared the same coast as Uxbridge; but, this stretch of sand was called Haven Point. Victoria knew it well and walked it often during her coastal walks from Uxbridge further north to Lexington Bay. He drove into the garage beneath his house and shut off the engine. The automatic door closed behind them. Alex turned to Victoria and took her hands in his. "I don't know where this is leading, honey, but this feels right to me! I can't explain it." She silenced him mid-sentence with the tip of her index finger to his lips. "I'm not sure we're meant to at this point. But I do know that the last year hasn't been particularly nice to me and if you had a similar year then perhaps that should be explanation enough for us. At least for now…" He smiled at her insight and nodded in agreement. Alex led them out of the garage and up into the lounge. This room gave him an unencumbered view of the beach below them during the day but at night they only had the moon and stars for company. One of the reasons Alex bought this house was because no other house on the point came out as far as this. When he sat in his lounge during the day he saw only the sea. The houses around him may as well have been 100 kilometres away. He could tell when he looked across at Victoria she understood exactly why he loved this room so much. This was confirmed when she looked out over the velvet black sky and whispered, "The stars belong to us tonight, Alex." He smiled and drew her into his embrace. He wanted to turn her towards him and hold her but he also didn't want to take her view of the night away just yet. As he brought her back against his hard chest he smiled to himself thinking, "If the night sky is my only competition tonight, then I am doing pretty well." She turned towards him and he cupped her face in his hands before saying, "I don't know about you, Hon, but getting this sand off our skin seems like a good idea to me." She nodded meekly at him but the words that followed suggested he was looking at anything but a meek woman. "I want to feel your body sliding against mine in a bath full of bubbles. Can we do that?" He nodded silently at her, feeling his cock rapidly come back to life again beneath his surf shorts. They walked hand in hand up the stairs to his en suite. When they got there he said, "Just a minute, baby. Let me go back downstairs and find some candles." She nodded and walked into the en suite while he ran back downstairs. When he returned he could hear the shower running. He walked into the steamy en suite and gazed for long moments at Victoria through the frosted glass of the shower stall door before walking across to the huge sunken tub and placing the candles around it. He lit them before pouring some bubble bath into the tub and starting the water running slowly. He turned off the lights so the flickering flames could dance for them and then let his shorts fall to the floor. He stood for a moment to enjoy the silhouette of Victoria's warm, wet body in the frosted glass. She was humming softly to herself as she washed her hair. He looked down at his cock and reached for it as the first drop of pre-cum began to form and slowly ooze out. He gripped it tightly in his right palm as his thumb slowly spread his juice over his cock head. He couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped his lips, at which point Victoria pushed open the shower door in alarm. His gentle smile immediately calmed her but as her eyes dropped and she saw his hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock a new tension started to rise within her. She pushed the shower door wide open and beckoned him into her embrace. He walked slowly towards her. Alex allowed himself to be drawn into the warmth of the shower. It felt so good to feel this woman beside him as the hot water rained down. He could feel her slick hands moving gently across his body. She reached for the soap and lathered it between her palms before sliding them over the wide expanse of this chest and back. She then gripped his hands and pulled them up high above his head before sliding her hands down further and spreading the suds over his hips and thighs before honing in on his erect cock. Like Victoria, Alex hated the inconvenience of hair, so he kept his balls completely free of it. He only allowed a small triangle of dark brown pubic hair and the lazy meandering line that joined his pubic area to his navel. "Alex, you are so beautiful." The way her hands moved to slide over his slippery cock robbed him of his reply. He brought his hands back down and rested them on her shoulders. Her hands were everywhere and he couldn't help but swallow a sigh as her fingers gently closed over his balls and began their slow sensual massage. He raised his right foot and rested it on the hard marble bench that came out slightly from the wall. "Oh God, Victoria! Don't stop!!" She stood on tiptoe to kiss him slowly and gently before sliding her tongue between his lips. His hands caressed her back as he deepened their kiss. Her hands continued their gentle massage as he moaned softly into her mouth. Her right thumb danced over his cockhead spreading his pre-cum. She broke the kiss and looked into his dazed eyes. "Let me taste you like you tasted me." He nodded his consent, and she slid down his chest letting her erect nipples leave their own soapy trail down his stomach until his cock was nestled between her full soft breasts. They both looked down to see his hard cock peeping out from between her softness. He had to lean back against the shower wall to maintain his balance. The moment she took his cockhead between her soft wet lips he let out a long moan and was thankful he had found his balance before she started showing him what her delicious lips were capable of. With his right foot still braced against the shower bench and both hands gripping the walls, Alex moaned his pleasure as Victoria took his cockhead to the back of her throat and sucked him hard. The hot water continued to rain down on them as they found their rhythm and danced their erotically charged dance. Victoria could feel the tension building in Alex. The balls she continued to massage seemed tighter beneath her fingers somehow as his cockhead beat its staccato rhythm against the back of her throat. She liked the way his hands tangled in her hair and drew her mouth ever closer then pulled her away slightly only to plunge into her depths again. She liked the slightly roughened caress of his pubic hair against her cheek and nose as she alternated the turn of her head to give him as much pleasure as she could. When she knew he was as aroused as he could stand she allowed her teeth to gently start grating against the skin of his sensitive cockhead. "Oh Christ, honey! Oh FUCK....FUCK.....!!!" Their eyes locked then and they both knew their passion for each other was equal. She smiled gently up at him even through his cock was being anything but gentle to her. Alex gave up the fight to stay on his feet. Before he lost complete control and spurted his hot come for to swallow, he slowly slid down the shower wall until they were both squatting on the floor. He braced his hands against the wall to hold as much weight off his thighs as he could before spreading them wide for Victoria so nothing stopped her from completing her sweet torture. Victoria's instincts anticipated Alex's gentle slide to the floor and to his complete amazement she managed to maintain her grip on him and continue her oral caress unimpeded. With her fingers dancing over his balls and her lips locked tightly around his cockhead, Alex could feel his climax looming ever closer. He couldn't take his eyes off her as her mouth slid down his cock over and over again. His body began to twitch, gently at first but as his orgasm drew closer, it twitched more violently as he arched his back and drove his cock to the back of Victoria's throat. Victoria relaxed her throat muscles and allowed him to control the pace, knowing they didn't have long before she finally had her way and got to taste him on her tongue. With his thighs spread wide for Victoria and the hot water raining down on his upturned face Alex felt the first violent spurt of come leave his cock. Followed by another and then another. Victoria had no chance of swallowing it all because as his climax took hold his ability to thrust into her mouth with any kind of precision was completely gone. She gave up the struggle to capture every drop and instead moved her left hand and pumped him hard causing his cock to rain its come all over her breasts and neck. Just when he thought he could catch his breath she stole it away from him again by lifting her right nipple to her lips and licking his come from it. He watched helplessly as her tongue circled her nipple collecting the small droplets of his come as it went. She lifted her head to the spray of warm water then and he watched his come mingle with the soap suds and slide down her body. Victoria stood up and held her erect nipples up to the hot spray while Alex continued to draw deep shaky breaths. Finally he composed himself enough to stand up. He shut off the shower then turned and lifted into his arms. As she did on the beach Victoria wrapped her legs tightly around Alex's hips. Her head lolled softly against his shoulder as he cupped her buttocks in his hands and walked slowly to the huge sunken tub. The candles cast their flickering glow against their wet skins as Alex walked down the two steps then lowered them both into the warm water. Victoria sat astride his lap facing side on to the panoramic blackness of the beach below them. Alex reached across and stopped the flow of water before moving back to hold Victoria against him. He could feel her firm thighs move against his in the water and the softness of her buttocks as she made herself comfortable in his lap. He pulled her close until his cheek nestled against her soft breasts and he could hear her heartbeat. She began to stroke his hair soothingly and rub his back while the candlelight flickered on the black glass of the window. Then she opened her eyes and saw their naked doubles staring back at them. Instantly her demeanor changed and she pulled away from Alex and sunk lower in the tub until the bubbles covered all but her face. His concern changed to amusement when he realised the reason for her sudden bashfulness. "Honey," he laughed, as he pulled her wet cheek towards his lips. "This is the same view as from the lounge. Open water. Nobody can see us." She was not convinced until he moved to the edge of the tub and stood spread eagle in front of the black window. With his back to her and the bubbles only covering him to his knees he said, "Baby, only the stars and moon can see this man's willie!" She didn't hold back the laughter as she watched him rotate his hips in a comically and decidedly very unsexy way. She could only imagine the view some poor fisherman might be seeing should he happen to look up from his labours at sea and gaze at the naked madman with the swinging willie. She moved up behind him and immediately the mood changed again. Moving her hand to the base of his cock she took a moment to enjoy his sharp intake of breath when he felt her hand close around him. He closed his eyes for a moment in an effort to calm his racing heartbeat. When he opened them again he turned to her. He rained kisses along her jaw and neck before moving his lips above hers. He pulled her warm slick body against his and kissed her softly. He wrapped his tongue around hers and they spiraled around each other in their own slow, sensual dance. She could feel his insistent cock move between them as they held each other tightly. Her nipples left their slippery trail through the light sprinkling of hair on his chest. He loved the feel of her skin on his. But he needed to give himself some more breathing room. She almost killed him in the shower. He needed to slow things down a bit. At least for himself, he thought wickedly, as a naughty idea began to form in his head. From the corner of his eye Alex could see their reflections in the black glass. He couldn't help but get lost in the sensual play of their doubles. He turned her head slightly so she too could see, then turned her body fully to the glass and moved behind her. They both watched in silence as the bubbles trapped between their bodies during their tight embrace started to slide slowly down between Victoria's breasts before nestling in her sparse pubic hair. He couldn't resist following his fingers through the trail of soapy water until they too joined the bubbles at the moist juncture between her legs. He turned his lips to the side of her neck and kissed her racing pulse before whispering, "Look at your self, honey. Your breasts are so smooth and soft. Your nipples… so hard." His hands glided up her body to cup her breasts. He spread his fingers wide to allow her nipples to poke through. A soft moan escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back to rest against his collarbone. "Victoria, don't ever close your eyes to us, hon. You are so beautiful to me. Look at yourself, baby." She opened them then and watched as his hands moved firmly over her breasts, pinching her nipples before rolling them gently between his fingers. She moved her hands over his and encouraged him to pinch her nipples harder. He followed her lead and was soon rewarded with a soft moan against his neck and a hot rush of air as Victoria expelled the breath she was holding. Their eyes locked in the black glass and , still with her hands over his, Victoria lowered them until they rested on her hips. He took the hint and pulled her back against his body until she had no doubt of his growing arousal for her. Then he moved his hands across her skin until his fingers were stroking their way down through her pubic hair. Their eyes were still locked when Alex whispered, "I want to feel you explode one more time before you feel my cock move inside you." She nodded in agreement, powerless to do anything else. Alex's fingers continued their gentle exploration as Victoria spread her legs for him. Her hands stroked her navel but moved up to play with her nipples as Alex probed deeper. She was intoxicated by his warm breath in her ear and the butterfly kisses he rained down on her neck. She gasped when his fingers caressed her clit and he knew he had found his mark. He was encouraged by her moans and the slow toss of her head as her climax drew closer. He noticed her fingers pinching her nipples more firmly and the mental note registered forever in his mind. He knew now he could be rougher with his caresses as she became more aroused. He had never seen himself making love to any woman before so seeing his sensual play with Victoria reflected back at him almost drove Alex over the edge. His eyes were locked on Victoria's body as his caresses began to intensify. Her breath was coming in short gasps now as her body began to move to the rhythm of his fingers. He watched as her breasts began to sway. "Oh, Alex. Don't stop. I am so close now....please, don't stop!!" "I know, baby. I know. Let go, honey. I'll catch you." They continued to watch the black glass. Victoria began to writhe as Alex brought her closer to the edge. "Come for me, baby," he whispered. "Come for me." His fingers on her clit were a blur of motion, when suddenly he stopped dead. Before Victoria could register the change in movement Alex had captured her clit between the index finger and thumb of his right hand. At the same moment his left hand grabbed Victoria's hip and suddenly he thrust his cock deep inside her moist haven. The stimulation was too much for and her eyes fluttered shut as her body jerked and swayed under the full impact of her orgasm. Alex quickly supported her full weight against him absorbing her vibrations but still remaining buried deep inside her. The Gift Of Freesias He rained kisses down on her neck as he started a slow rotation of his hips. She was so tight and moist he knew he wouldn't last long. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently back beneath the warm water. Her breathing was still erratic and her body still jerked against his but he soothed her with his calming words and soft caresses. Long minutes later when her movements slowed and her pulse returned to normal he was disappointed to feel her move off his lap. She removed his cock and stood to turn around. When he looked into her eyes she smiled down at him before dropping a kiss to his upturned mouth. With a twinkle in her eyes, she whispered "We can try the kinky shit another time. But for now I want to see the face of the man whose cock is buried deep inside of me." His laugh died in his throat as he felt his cock slide back into her and her soft thighs moving once again alongside his. They were still for a moment, each getting used to the feel of the other. She moved her hands to his back bringing him closer to her, until his cheek rested against her breasts. He spoke so quietly she wasn't sure he had spoken at all. "I don't know what's happening here. I'm not in control of anything right now." She looked into his eyes and saw the flicker of fear flash through them and quickly disappear. She immediately reached to soothe him. This time language didn't fail her. "I'm afraid too, Alex. But I know the connection we have is right even if we don't understand it yet. Perhaps it is not for us to be able to define 'us' yet. Perhaps we just need to feel. Feel me now, honey. Run your fingers over my skin. Feel my lips on yours. I'm not out to hurt you, Alex, or be hurt by you. I just want peace for me. And I don't know where it's coming from but I want peace for you, too." She looked deep into his eyes and began to move against him. Alex took the hint and their eyes stayed locked as he moved his hands to her buttocks and lifted her slightly so he could bring her gently back down again. There may not be a lot he understood about his life right now but he did know as he saw the passion rekindle in Victoria's eyes that she was feeling exactly what he was feeling. He was exactly where he needed to be, in body and soul. She took his breath away and he had to calm her movement for a moment to savour the feel of her as she held his cock within. She allowed him this time but then arched her back over the water and let her long brown hair fan out behind her. She was all too aware of the picture she made for this stranger as the flickering flames danced over her skin. With her back arched like this her aching nipples pointed straight up to the ceiling above them. "Oh God, Victoria. You are so beautiful." She smiled up at him as he lifted his hands to her gently swaying breasts and pinched her nipples. He started to move into her, slowly at first until they both found their rhythm, and then with more force. He leaned into her to capture her left nipple between his lips. Victoria began to toss her head from side to side in the water as the feelings began to intensify inside her. Alex couldn't take his eyes off her as her passion intensified. She brought her hands up to the back of his head and thrust her nipple deeper into his mouth. "Harder, Alex," she managed breathlessly. She trembled violently when he did just that. Their movements soon became more violent. The water around them began to move in waves, one of which flicked up to a candle beside Alex's head and killed the dancing flame with one flick of its wet caress. This detail was lost on both of them as Alex began to thrust harder and faster into Victoria's tight and willing flesh. Alex watched mesmerised as Victoria's breasts bounced in front of his eyes. Her hands locked behind his neck bringing her swaying nipples closer to his tongue. He resisted no longer and quickly moved to recapture her left nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue fast around its peak he let Victoria feel the gentle grating of his teeth. She went wild. So he did it again. She screamed his name then but he wasn't about to stop. He loved nothing more than to see Victoria explode. He adored that he had the ability to do this for her. He was holding onto himself but only just. He wanted to feel Victoria explode on his cock. He knew she was close. They were both moving against each other faster now. Neither of them caring about the splashing water hitting the floor. Victoria's fingernails were digging deeply into his back but she quickly released him and moved her nails to his thighs. She was driving him crazy. When she reached one hand to his balls he stopped dead in his movements. His mind was stuck on scratch marks down his back and thighs and now those same fingers were cupping his ultra-sensitive balls. She smiled reassuringly at him then thrust her tongue deep inside his mouth. At that same moment she applied just the right amount of pressure to his balls and suddenly his cock was spurting his hot juice deep inside her. When their heartbeats slowed and their breathing had returned to normal he drew her tightly into his arms never ever wanting to let her go. CHAPTER THREE Victoria was alone when she woke the next morning. For a moment she was confused about where she was. But her confusion was soon replaced by a growing awareness as memories from last night flooded back to her. The connection she shared last night with Alex was one she had shared with no other. Its intensity scared her but strangely she trusted it and although wary of the future she felt a growing curiosity and was open to exploring it with Alex. She stretched beneath the sheets like a contented kitten. Calling out to Alex, she moved, naked, to the edge of the bed and gingerly put her bare feet on the cool tiles of his bedroom floor. He wasn't in the en suite, and walking downstairs to the lounge confirmed he wasn't there either. After a quick dash back upstairs and into what looked like his study and three extra bedrooms Victoria realised she was completely alone. Her confusion returned. Standing in his bedroom once again she reached across his bureau to retrieve her dress from the night before. It had dried overnight and aside from being slightly wrinkled it was still wearable. She put it on and walked downstairs. She didn't understand why he would leave her alone like this. Across Uxbridge Alex was walking in a daze of his own confusion. The dream had returned last night with a vengeance and he awoke with the intense compulsion to move from the wonderfully warm bed he and Victoria shared and leave his home, carrying with him yet another fresh bouquet of freesias from his garden. His dream once again guided him to the same street it did four days ago and unlike yesterday he knew he would leave the card this time. The morning sun was warm on his back as he approached the apartment. When Alex first had the dream on September 30, almost a year ago, it was a sea of vagueness that he probably wouldn't have even remembered, but for the growing sense of awareness it instilled in him. As the days turned into weeks this awareness grew and he began to realise all that he lacked in the life he was trying to build for himself. Perhaps he had always known that his job didn't quite fulfill him in the ways he needed. And perhaps despite the beautiful house his success allowed him, he always knew he would feel equally happy in a shack on a hill, if he just had someone to share it with. But while he still had the pressure of work deadlines and the exhilaration he gained when he met them, he didn't have to dwell on these truths. The dream changed all that. It forced him to a more honest existence. He recognised the dream for what it was despite the fact he didn't understand where it was coming from. He took what it had to offer him, the awareness, the ability to be more honest with himself and the hope that he could be guided away from his growing sense of dissatisfaction. But then, four days ago, when he woke to the smell of freesias he knew the dream had altered. He understood there was a message for him here. He got that. But why now, the freesias? What significance did they have? He had no idea why the dream prompted him to walk to this side of Uxbridge on that first morning. And he had even less idea who lived in the apartment he found himself standing in front of but he did as he was guided to do and left the freesias on the doorstep before walking away. Now, four days later as he reached the doorstep he bent down to leave the flowers and then reached into his pocket for the card. He stopped for a moment to read the words he had written, not knowing what they meant or who needed to hear them. He hoped one day he would find out. When he stood to leave, Victoria was there to ensure that that day was today. CHAPTER FOUR When Victoria realised she was completely alone she immediately dressed to leave. She didn't understand any of this. Within minutes she was dressed and on her way back downstairs. On the kitchen bench she found a pen and some paper and wrote a note for Alex but then changed her mind, screwed up the piece of paper and put it in the pocket of her dress. She left the house soon after and made her way home. The sun was warm on her skin as she started walking. She liked this time of the morning. Everything was still new in the moments before the dew dried. She thought of Alex. She thought of last night. How wonderful to find this man, despite the confusion of the new day! If she had learned anything about life in the 32 years she had lived on this earth, it was: if you can't figure something out within 2 minutes, put it down and leave it alone. So this is what she did. She knew she loved Alex. She knew she would crave his touch every moment for the rest of her life. What she didn't know was why she was so absolutely positive loving him would never be a mistake. Until she did know, she would just put it down. And leave it alone. She carried this new resolution with her as she turned into her street, followed by the gently rising sun. Finally, with the new day there was hope. When walked into the stairwell of her apartment building the air was filled with the smell of freesias. Suddenly she remembered the freesias she had found on her doorstep these past three mornings and wondered if she was going to get another bouquet. The figure of the man standing on her doorstep as she started her assent to the first landing confirmed she was. His back was toward her and it was evident he hadn't heard her approach. She watched as he bent down to place the freesias on her doorstep and then reach into his pocket for a card. He seemed familiar to her somehow. When he stood, her gasp of recognition echoed softly through the stairwell and he turned when he heard it. "Alex?" She saw the confusion in his eyes and knew they must have mirrored her own. "Victoria?" He replied at last, "You live here?" She nodded. He couldn't find the words, but as the seconds ticked by the situation became very clear to Victoria. She silenced his attempts at talking with a soft kiss. When she backed away from him he saw only gratitude in her eyes and an assurance that everything would be ok. She kissed him again, and then bent down to pick up the card. She read the words 'because I know these used to bring you smiles...' The tears fell from her eyes quickly as the impact hit her hard. Alex reached for her in concern but she only laughed softly and wiped at her eyes before reaching into her pocket for the discarded note she had meant to leave Alex. She showed it to him and he was stunned into silence when he read her words. 'Thank you for the smiles.....' "Honey, how did you know it was me?" She reached up to his face and cupped it in her hands. "I didn't, my darling. The note was referring to last night." She laughed softly before standing on tiptoe to kiss him. Alex allowed the kiss for a moment longer before his confusion got the better of him. He had to explain. "Honey, I don't understand any of this. A year ago I started having this dream...." She silenced him gently by tracing the outline of his lips with her fingers. "None of this is our doing, honey. I love freesias. They are my favourite flowers. My Mum always knew this. Alex, my Mum died a year ago. She told me she would send a sign to let me know she was watching over me but I never believed her." She continued to soothe him through his confusion. "Baby, I don't have all the answers. I don't believe in life after death but something doesn't add up here. You and I have shared the same path for the past year and neither of us knew it until now." "Honey, there has to be another answer. I don't believe in voices from the grave anymore than you do so it's impossible for me to believe your Mum brought us together." "Alex, when did you start having your dreams?" "A year ago." "What date?" "September 30." "Honey, my Mum died on September 30." She stroked his cheek as reality began to dawn on him. "I held my Mum's hand as she took her last breath. It was 12.01." When he spoke again it was barely a whisper. "Victoria, the dream wakes me every night at 12.01." Alex was shocked. But Victoria seemed more accepting of things despite the fact that she was as shocked and lost as he was. Before their confusion swallowed both of them she stroked his face and said, "I love you, Alex. I have no idea what or who brought you into my life and perhaps I never will but for me that is hardly the point. I don't want to put my energy into trying to understand something that may take the rest of my life to comprehend. I just want to love you." He drew her into his arms and smiled down into her hair trying to absorb every part of her into his body. "There's so much of this I don't understand, honey, but I always trusted the dream and the truths it led me to. I needed you for so long..." She stood on tiptoe to cup his face in her hands, "...and now I am here." He kissed her softly before whispering, "I love you, Victoria."She smiled softly against his lips as they continued to hold each other tightly. On the landing around them the scent of freesias slowly faded along with the bouquet at their feet.