5 comments/ 78493 views/ 9 favorites Bombay By: hema_willams Bombay was the most important port when India was a crown Colony of England because Ship's coming through the Suez cannel and the Red sea would dock in Bombay then goods going and coming would transfer to and from trains to all parts of India. Today it is still the most important port in Indian for trade with the western world. My husband is a businessman that travels all over India by train. If he is home at all it is only for a weekend. He is a bulky man that sweats a lot. If he wants sex it is a quick thing that is over in a few minutes of sweating and he is on his back snoring in less time than it took him to cum. He refuses to suck my pussy but want me to drink his cum when he wants sex but is too tired for intercourse. We live in one of the row apartment near the Gate to India on the beach in Bombay bay and even closer to Victoria Train Station. The only way I can describe the Gate to India is to say it looks a lot like the Arch De Triumph in Paris that is in a strip of land that sticks out into the bay. Victoria Station is an imposing English structure that resembles the House of Lords in London. We have a flat on the third floor of our apartment building. That is high enough to catch an evening breeze and low enough to walk up too when the elevators break down. I work in an office building here in Bombay as a computer technician. It is fashionable in Bombay for women to dress in western clothes. We tend to dress in sleeveless dresses with skirts that are knee length. My family live in Kerala so I don't have a lot of friends Bombay. I don't socialize with the people I work with. For the most part the people in my building hardly even speak as they pass on the elevators. This leads to a lot of sexual frustration on my part. I spend so much time alone when I go to bed every night I masturbate with toys all the time. Because of our desire to be fashionable women have to shave their legs and underarms as much as two times a week. There is a maratti woman named Fozia that visits my building two or three times a week. She makes her living by shaving women. She was the first woman to introduce me 2 lesbian sex. After several months of her stopping by twice a week to shave me legs and under arms she asked me if I wanted my pussy shaved. I thought it would be cooler if I had my pussy shaved. When I took off all my clothes Fozia inspected my pussy very closely because I have a very thick mat of hair. She ran her hands over my pubis parting the hair and my labia. Her touch soon had my pussy dripping. When she saw this she put her fingers in my vagina and asked me if I wanted her to kiss my cunt. She told me that she only charges Rs.10 for sucking pussies about one dollar in US money. She is a young and attractive woman. So I paid her price. Now I do enjoy her sucking me a couple of times a week. I am reluctant to suck her in return because I'm sure she is sucking half the women in this building and the others that she visits on the nights she is not in this building. I keep thinking she may have some sort of disease. I did find out that one of my neighbors as using her service. One night when I saw her enter her apartment and about a half hour later I was going out to dinner when I heard the unmistakable noise coming from the door of her apartment that told me someone was climaxing. I stopped her in the hall one night. I introduced myself to her. She told me her name was Endera I told her I was bored and would like her company for a drink if she knew a place. She accepted my offer. She Said, "Let me change my shoes before we go!" I followed her into her apartment. It was neatly kept. She had a desk in front of the window with a computer on it. I looked at the screen. She touched the enter button and the screensaver was replace with the home page of the Bombay Dost. She explained that is the local gay and lesbian new paper that has produced a subscribers web sight. I asked, "Are you a lesbian?" She said, "I am and I assumed you were a bisexual because you are using Fozia's services!" I blushed like a child and had nothing more to say. When she had changed her shoes she came out and took my arm. We caught a cab and she told him to take us to the Voodoo's Bar at Apollo Bunder, Colaha. When we got there she led me in and we sat down for a drink in a booth. This was my first time in a gay bar. Several women that obviously know her greeted her. They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Then she told them she was showing her neighbor the nightlife of Bombay. I was fascinated watching the men and woman. If it were not for the fact that the men were sitting with men and the women were sitting with women it would look like any other bar I had even been in. Before the evening drug on to long we caught another cab and went down to the Bombay Gate. We went walking together along the waterfront known as the Wall. I had never paid much attention to the area before. Tonight I saw men flirting with men and women flirting with women. Several time's obvious prostitutes approached us. My new friend turned them away with a simple, "why would we pay for something we can get for free?" We did get some rude remarks though. It was not that far a walk to walk home. We took the elevator up to our floor and she offered me one last drink before bed. I knew what she wanted and I was getting excited at the thought that she wanted to make love to me. When we entered her apartment she turned on a soft light and told me to have a seat while she got us a drink. When she returned she had removed her shoes. When she handed me a drink she sat on the couch next to me as she sat on her feet with her legs crossed. Endera offered a toast, Herez to new friendships! I said, "May they last forever!" We drank a sip of out drinks and Endra leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I sat there wondering what I should do. In my hesitation Endra reached over and felt my breast. I relaxed and decided that tonight I was going to go all the way with a woman. I leaned back on the couch and let her take charge. She was hugging me as she kissed me. She was pulling down the zipper of my dress as we kissed. My panties were positively soaking wet my now. She encouraged me to lift my butt up of the couch long enough for her to pull the dress down my body. I was sitting there in a comfortable bra and panties. She admired my body and stood up to remove her dress. She caught the hem of her dress as she crossed her arms and pulled the dress up and over her head in one motion. She was standing there in just her bra and panties. In her case the only thing Fozia must be shaving is her legs and underarms because it looked like she had never touched her pussy. Black hair was sticking out of the legs of her panties. When she unhooked the bra from the back and the cups fell away her breasts were like halves of grapefruits with areolas that were almost black. When she put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs before stepping out of them I saw her pubis. It was a virtual jungle of black hair. You could not even see the crack for all the hair, in this light. She sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulders. She turned my head to face hers as she kissed me again. She reached for my breast and gave it a genital squeeze. She toyed with the pattern on my bra with her fingertip as we continued to kiss. I was starting to sweat as much from desire as the heat our bodies were generating. She removed the shoulder straps from my shoulders one at a time. As the slid down my arms I instinctually reached for the cups of my bra to hold them up. Endera unfastened my bra from behind. She the removed my hands one at a time from my bra cups. She took the material and pulled them down so she could inspect my breasts. My breasts are not the largest in the world but the are respectable and my shin is color is light enough that you can see the blur veins running towards my nipples. They are a dark brown with dimpled areolas about the size of an English shilling coin. Endera seamed to like what she saw and leaned over to kiss both nipples before she set to works really sucking them. I was thrilled to have her suck my breasts and put my hands on the back of her head. I was running my finger through her black mane. I felt like I could climax just from her mouth on my breasts. That was not going to be tested tonight though. Endera soon slipped to the floor between my legs. In this kneeling position she reached for the waistband of my panties. As she tugged them from my hips I lifted my hips enough for her to pull them down. As son as she saw my shaved pussy she let out an audible sigh and leaned forward to kiss my pussy. She finished pulling down my panties with her mouth on my cunt. When she had them off my feet she spread my legs wide so she could opened me up like a flower and whip my flesh with her tongue. I was in heaven. When my first climax came I thrust my hips up off the couch so that my shoulder on the back of the couch and my heels on the floor were the only support I had. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face into my cunt as I spent myself in her mouth. Endera's face was covered in my juices as she looked into my face as I sat back down. I tried to apologize for my behavior and she put her finger on my lips to shut me up. She said, "No apology is necessary my dear. Just make me cum as much as you just did!" The moment of truth was at hand. Could I actually put my mouth on the pussy of another woman? Endera stood up and offered her hand. As she pulled me to my feet I was surprised just how weak my knees were still. We walked into her bedroom with our arms around each other waist. Her room was sparsely furnished. Her bed was a futon on the rice-matted floor. We lay on the top of the futon next to each other. Endera rolled over to kiss me on the mouth. I could smell and taste my own cunt on her mouth and face. Then she rolled over on her back bringing me with her. I went ahead and put my legs between hers as I settled in on top of her. I was returning her kisses now with all the passion I have missed in the years of my marriage. Endera put her hands on the top of my head and pushed. I knew what she wanted and I slid down her body never taking my mouth from her body as I went down her neck to the middle of her chest. I put my hands on the outside of both of her breast and pulled them towards my cheeks. By simply turning my head to the left or right I was sucking bother her nipples in turn. In the moonlight coming in the window I could see that her skin was shining from the saliva from my mouth. With another push on the top of my head I knew she wanted me to go down some more. Again my mouth never left her flesh as I slid down her body. I only stopped long enough to lick her bellybutton. That did make her squirm around on her bed a little. Then I went down the center of her body. I soon felt thick hair in my mouth. I could smell her cunt now. I thought I would be repulsed by the smell but instead my cunt was getting wetter. When I got to her pussy she pulled her feet up until her heels were touching the cheeks of her ass and she let her knees spread widely. I was getting hair between my teeth and when the curly hairs got caught in my teeth they were pulled out by the roots. I'm sure that must have caused her some pain but all she did was moan a little more. I finally used my fingers of both hands to part her labia and expose her clitoris to my tongue and eyes. When I took her clitoris in my mouth to suck on it she grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me tightly into her pussy. As my tongue sought out her vagina I tasted her juices. I found them to be pleasant and I licked out everything she could give me. In no time she went into an organism and rewarded my effort with more cum. She pulled me back up next to her as she recovered. She kissed me and tasted her own cum. I fell asleep in her arms only to be woken up several times during the night to repeat our lovemaking. Some times we started at the feet and other times at the mouth but it always ended with our mouth on each other's pussies In the morning I had to put on my dress long enough to run next door and shower and dress for work. You would think that I would have been tired all day but to the contrary I was full of energy and good cheer. I talked more that day and felt more at home with my fellow workers. After that night Endera would visit me during the week when I was alone. We would party at the Voodoo and she introduced me to her friends. But that is another story Bombay 1881 Shyam woke up to the smell of fresh tea brought in by the servant from his comfortable soft cotton mattressed bed. He finished his tea and let got out of the bed allowing the bear of a servant to cover his nakedness. Even though he was 21, he was just like how he was as a child around his servant since childhood Jadhav. Jadhav was just 15 and newly married when he started serving Shyam. Now at 36 draping Shyam's waist with a yard long white fabric didn't come out as shameful. However things were different for Shyam. Every night he had the same dream. He was on his bed making love to Kadambari, his betrothed. Suddenly she grew in stature with hair growing in thick curls on her body and then she was Jadhav. Jadhav held him in his hands and caressed his chest and back with his strong huge arms. The dark skin of Jadhav contrasted with Shaym's light skin. Jadhav held Shyam's round buttocks in his palm and began to press them first softly slowly becoming harder in force. He could feel his erection rise the feeling of hot Bombay air against his freshly exposed glans. He could also feel Jadhav's dark piece of manhood against his stomach. Then Jadhav was once again Kadambari, but he could not make love to her anymore. Even today he had the same dream and was very restless. These thought came to him while taking a shower and called Jadhav to help him clean his back. Jadhav came dressed in his thin white clothes and Shyam ,as unintentionally possible, dropped a mug of water on Jadhav. Jadhav was bare and exposed. "Sorry Jadhav. Didn't mean to do it. Take them off or you may get pneumonia. And do help me clean my back" Jadhav followed his masters instructions unaware that his master was melting under the sight of his giant nakedness, under the hot touch of his arms against the soft tender back. Inevitably Shyam had a raging erection and his heart began to beat harder. While Jadhav rubbed his back, he slowly prodded his erection and kept moving behind to feel his servants manliness. "Jadhav, I keep getting dreams." "They say dreams dreamt early in the morning are snippets from the future" "Then what I am going to do is only comply with our destinies." Saying this Shyam turned around and hugged his loyal servant. Jadhav was shocked. His master was hugging his own wet body like he hugged his wife. He could also feel his masters erection against his own soft penis. He had no choice but to comply. He stood there like a statue allowing whatever his master wanted to do to him hoping that he will never be violated. Shyam started feeling every inch of his rough skinned servants firm body hoping to be held in a string hairy embrace. But nothing happened. Jadhav just stood there doing nothing. "Jadhav, why don't you love me back? I want you to hold me in your arms, to feel my body, to make love to me. Why do you stand there immobile?" Jadhav didn't know what to do, but he had to follow his master. So he imagined himself to be like his wife when they made love. Jadhav started kissing his masters sensuous lips and hugged and slowly fell onto the floor with Shyam above him. "Let's move to the bedroom. Jadhav please lift me and drop me till the bed" Jadhav held his master in his arms like he had done when Shyam was younger. Only now he was in frenzied love with his servant. "Jadhav now treat me like your wife and love me like you have never lover anybody." Jadahv was confused and stood at his wet naked master begging him to corrupt his body. He looked at his master wriggling like he was on fire. Shyam couldn't hold it longer and threw himself on Jadhav and tried to force Jadhav to fall on him. But he once again just stood there. "What is the matter Jadhav? Don't you want to make love to me?" "Sir, how can two men love? Love is only between a man and a woman that too only if they are married" "Oh my god Jadhav, men all over the world make love to each other. My classmates in London used to make love to each other all the time Jadhav. In the same way, I want you to make love to me." "But how? To make love there need to be a penis and a vagina, how can two penis ever make love?" Shyam was shocked at his servants ignorance and in his lust he had lost all patience. He simply went of all fours and held his buttocks high in air. He then moved his asshole towards Jadhavs still soft but bulky crotch. "This is how we make love Jadhav, now just put your penis into my asshole" With this he started rubbing his ass against Jadhav's crotch. He felt proud that he was finally getting what he wanted. He could feel Jadhav's penis slowly harden and grow big. Jadhav held his masters buttocks and started kneading them. He was taken away by the lust dirty behaviour of his master and was getting turned on. He had never even heard something so erotic. He wanted to kiss it. He slowly lowered himself and started to kiss his masters cunt. "That's it Jadhav, now stick your tongue in and make love with your tongue!" Jadhav started licking and slurping Shyam's white asshole and could taste something that made him wild. He was fully erect at 8inches and badly needed release. "Master, I'm about to make love to you" Saying that, he flattened his master against the bed and parted Shyam's butt cheeks apart. He could see the cunt and fell on his masters back with force. Shyam started moaning in anticipation as he felt his lovers weight on him and the feeling of a hot throbbing penis on his puckered asshole. "slowly... slowly..." he cried as Jadhav forced his penis in his lovers cunt. It was tighter then anything he ever felt on his penis. Warmer that his wife's cunt. Inch by inch he started to fill whimpering Shyams cunt. Jadhav too couldn't stifle his groans and started to roar. Jadhav was fully in when he felt Shyam's hands on his buttocks signalling him to be steady. They must have been there being one in mad love for almost a minute. "I want you to make love to me like you have never made love Jadhav, Plough this field with your plough" Jadhav went mad fucking his lovers tight ass for almost five minutes. The bed was rocking vigorously and making noises barely audible over Shyam's screams and Jadhav's groans. Finally Jadhav felt his penis burst inside his masters cunt and fell on his master his penis still inside the cunt and began to kiss his master on the lips. Next day the washerwoman wondered who Shyam babu must have deflowered as the blood and cum splattered on his bedsheets were proving difficult to come off! Bombay Dreams Hi... sometimes there are stories, which one would like to keep under covers and yet the sweetest incidents often turn sweeter when memories are told to friends and shared under the blanket of a pseudonym. First I accept you as a friend before sharing this memory with you. This sweet tale is of Sangeeta a pretty young woman who worked in my house in Bombay (now Mumbai). Back then I was just 20 and filled with dreams of love and yet Sangeeta till then had never been a part of my dream. Strange realising the fact that I met her daily, as she washed and cleaned our house. Sangeeta was just 23 and she was married and from what I knew she had two sweet children from her husband. All this I had heard in the passing I had never even looked at Sangeeta till then as I had taken her for granted like so many inanimate things and people we meet in our lives. But soon things were about to change. One day my parents had gone out when Sangeeta arrived. As usual I was sitting on my computer I saw nothing wrong but sensed something was bothering Sangeeta and yet I wasn't close enough to ask her. So I pushed the thought out of my mind and resumed my work After some time I was surprised to find that Sangeeta had not come to my room to sweep the floor. I went to see where she was and found her standing lost... looking out of the window. As I went closer I saw tears in her eyes. As she felt my presence she quickly wiped her tears and went to pick up the broom. I asked her if anything was wrong she refused to comment and yet her tears and her silence told a story. For the moment I realised that Sangeeta wanted her privacy and I let her be and went back to my room. In a few moments she entered the room to sweep the floor. I sensed that she was trying to avoid my eyes. Maybe she was ashamed of having let me see her tears. I passed a general comment to no one in particular... I said, "when sorrow is shared it diminishes... and when we keep sorrow locked within... a sheath of loneliness descends on the one who refuses to share her sorrow with someone who asks." Sangeeta pretended she hadn't heard and yet I knew she had. She swept the room and left the room. As I got back to work I felt someone standing in my room I turned to see Sangeeta looking at me. She asked a pertinent question. Why do you want to share my sorrow? She was looking deeply into my eyes as she asked the question I didn't know what to reply and I just expressed the words as they formed on my lips. "Because I don't like to see tears...your tears" she looked at me then came and sat on the floor at my feet. She was upset I could see the turmoil within her. She narrated her tale. Her husband was 7 years older to her and he was a drunkard. He used to beat her and her children. Yesterday she had caught him in a compromising position with another woman in another neighbour's hut. Unable to bear the humiliation she had asked him for a reason and the man had tried to shift the blame to her saying that she wasn't beautiful. I could see the tears forming in her eyes as she asked me if she was really not beautiful. And for the first time I looked at Sangeeta and found that she was not just pretty but truly beautiful. Her beauty wasn't a cultivated beauty of a pageant winner but the true beauty of a woman who worked to feed her two children. A sweet round face, sweet doe like eyes, well-formed lips a small yet righteous nose, petite well shaped breasts and a slim waistline and well-formed and yet not disproportionate hips. I kept looking at her as she asked the question again "do u think I am beautiful" she was looking at me earnestly for she needed some solace. I told her that her husband was a stupid fool and he was wrong in saying that she was not beautiful. I said she was a rare beauty and it needed someone with taste to appreciate her beauty and maybe her drunkard husband was not competent enough to see her beauty. She smiled and walked away... yet from that day I sensed that her feelings towards me had changed and I was surprised to find my feelings toward her too were changing. A month passed by and I never had the chance to speak with her alone and one day the bell rang as I opened the door I was surprised to see Sangeeta standing before me decked in one of her finest saris wearing her ornaments and with a fragrant garland of flowers adorning her long hair. It was not her normal time and I asked her to come in. She came in and shut the door. She stood before me. I asked her what was the occasion that had made her visit me in this manner. She smiled sweetly and told me she had been thinking of my words and she had refused to let her drunkard husband touch her for the last month and she wanted to let a man who could appreciate true beauty to experience her worth. I was at a loss of words and she asked me if the words I had said were false and merely as a measure to stop her tears... I said I truly felt she was beautiful. I rarely lie. I stood seeing her beauty I extended my hand and she held it with hers and I walked to my bedroom she followed. She walked to the curtain and drew it shut. Then she walked to the switch and was about to put switch the light off. I asked her "why are u switching off the light I thought u wanted me to see your beauty" she looked at me thoughtfully drew her hand away from the switch and smiled "are u sure u want to see my beauty" I answered with my eyes. She smiled and walked to me and whispered "so u WERE telling the truth when u said I was beautiful" She was close I could feel her breath on my neck as she talked. I opened my arms and she flowed into them I held her tight and her lips searched mine. Never had a woman invoked such a passion in me. In a moment she stopped and drew away I looked at her and wondered. She walked to the music system and switched on the music and was gently swaying to the tunes of the music. As I looked at her... I was captivated by her movements. These weren't the trained movements of an expert but she was no amateur at dancing as well. She danced naturally and freely. And as she swayed she gently undressed. A button unbuttoned a clasp unclasped and the dress was on the floor and she stood before me swaying. It would be wrong to say she was nude... she still retained her brassier and panty when she stopped swaying. I asked her why she stopped. She smiled and said "I can't go ahead alone without u" and she came and stood close. Her body was gently swaying to the tune and my hands were slowly all around her... holding... caressing. My lips Kissed her... slowly my lips moved towards her breasts kissing her breasts which hid under her brassier she was gently moaning her hands unclasped the brassier and my lips were caressing and kissing her soft sweet breasts kissing and sucking the lovely brown nipples. I was amazed to see the fairness of her breasts. Her sweet breasts had always been concealed from the sun and weren't chocolate in colour like the rest of her well toned body. Her nipples hardened and her breasts perked up with the affection I was showering upon them. She was moaning and swaying as my lips continued their journey downwards. I licked the line between her breasts and the gentle crease, which formed by the resting of the breasts. And I kissed her navel... sucked it... licked it I could sense Sangeeta was already out of control. She was moaning and was reciprocating every caress with a caress of her own. It seemed to me as if this woman was experiencing love for the first time. I was already caressing her moist panties with my hand and as my lips began kissing her panty covered pussy she pushed the panties away with an unbelievable force. She must have expected me to stop but I wasn't in a mood to stop and I kept kissing her moistness and there was a gentle trickle of juices from her vagina. My tongue tried to trace the juices back to the source and suddenly she shuddered in my arms and I felt a flood of sweet juices hit my lips. I drank every drop and Sangeeta had suddenly shuddered to stillness. I looked up to her eyes and saw her looking at me with intense affection. I got up and kissed her lips and her eyes and asked her why she was looking at me thus. She said... never had she experienced such sensations. My hands were caressing her body and the exhausted Sangeeta was fast recovering. She wanted me to enter her. I asked her to wait and back again I went down on her and kissed and licked her vagina gently. With my fingers I spread her nether lips open and licked every inch within gently and teasingly I teased her clitoris, which was prominent now under her rising desire. Sangeeta was once again moaning and I could sense the stirrings of another orgasm building within her. I looked at her. Her eyes were lost in the pleasure of the moment. I stood up and positioned my 7 inches and began gently sliding it over the slit I let the friction build and she held me tight and begged me to enter her. I looked at her and the desire in her eyes and with one thrust I entered her. I could hear her gasp with the impact and her semi-closed eyelids fluttered open I kissed her as I gently began thrusting within her. Her lips were locked on mine kissing me with passion. I felt a rhythm building. We were both moving thrusting towards a certain goal. I stopped for a moment she focussed her eyes and asked why I had stopped. I repeated her own line "I can't go ahead without u" and I turned and made her sit over me. For a moment she didn't know what to do but nature took over. She had already been moving towards an orgasm and she knew what would take her there. She began gyrating swaying siting over me. A moment and she let her hair loose and her hair caressed my chest brushing as she kept gently swinging and gyrating. I was lying down looking at her. I saw the beads of perspiration form on her body and I kept caressing her as she swayed her body I felt a tremor building in her movements I knew her second orgasm wasn't far away. And I kept caressing her and urging her to her climax. I heard her breath speeding up and she was swaying hard till she shuddered and collapsed on me. I held her tight and gently calmed her and coaxed her down. I felt her wetness all around my still hard rod. She disengaged and lifted herself and looked at my hard organ and asked what she would have to do to satisfy me. I caressed her lips with my fingers and asked her if she had liked me kissing and licking her down there. Her hand was on my already hard penis rubbing it and playing with it. I could see the mischief in her eyes as she took her lips down to envelope my rod. She kissed and licked it I asked her if she had done this before she said she wanted to do anything for me in fact she wanted me to be her first and only love. I turned and began showering my affection on her exhausted pussy. I could see that my kissing and caressing was beginning to have an effect on her and she was once again moaning. She suddenly took me deep into her mouth and began thrusting her lips over my rod. I could feel the sensations building within me but I tried to keep control over myself. I wanted us to come together and I was sensing her third orgasm building within ... she kept pumping her lips over my penis and it was becoming difficult to hold back I kept licking and caressing her and until I sensed her climax start. I let myself go entirely and relished the ecstasy of the moment as I shot wad after wad into her lips. She herself shuddered to her third orgasm we both lay still for a few moments. I realised she hadn't wasted a single drop of my cum. she licked my rod clean and turned to look at me like a cat who ate her first bowl of cream. I held her tight in my arms. She said she hadn't ever known that sex could be so lovely. Forgive me for being a little blunt but I asked her how she could say so after giving birth to 2 children. What she told me left me a little shocked. She said that her husband came home drunk and climbed upon her and gave a couple of thrusts before ejaculating. She had never felt her own emotions being cared for... or her physicality being pampered, she had never known her body being taught to love the ecstasy it was capable of. I knew that Sangeeta was hooked to me for life. And strangely I didn't grudge it. I knew that this relationship didn't have any future and we both had accepted this from the first moment. The beauty of an experience grows with acceptance of its inevitability. Sangeeta gave me some of the sweetest moments of my life. And she introduced me to passion, which I don't hope to find ever again. And dear friends by sharing my wonderful moments with Sangeeta with you I have in mind shared her with you. Enjoy this story to the fullest and let these memories of Sangeeta give u the ecstasy that u desire. Open the door of your mind and let Sangeeta walk in... the way she walked into my life. And relish each moment without thinking of the future... let yourself go and let your body drive u to the climax which u so desire. Feel her skin on you and feel her lips goading u to cum like u have never before. Bye for now my friends. And don't forget to leave your feedback, as it will inspire me to write another memory of another moment. And remember friends... you get back what you sow... if you show adequate consideration and affection to your partner... You will certainly be rewarded with the most mind-blowing sex... and retention becomes easy when you will yourself to slow down in keeping with your partner's needs. Bombay Lust It felt like holiday season, with house parties, weddings to attend, people from all over visiting friends and family in the city, and Christmas and New Year's Eve round the corner. Everyone was in the mood to have a good time, unwind, take some time off and party. You often had many events to go to, meet people from out of town, and occasionally have the luck of meeting someone quite interesting that you hit it off with. his year, I was one such lucky person. Through December, I was out at events, and a friend of mine introduced me to her friend visiting from Hong Kong. I am a 25 year old guy, been back in Bombay a couple of years now, working. I always look forward to this time of year, as the rest of the year is always too hectic to do anything different. I'm about 5'10', dark brown hair, light brown eyes and fair for an Indian. I have about an average physique. I am a little shy and reserved, so I tend not to mingle with new people right away. But this time, when I met Avni, things were different. It's not one of those cheesy, love at first sight type moments, but definitely some sort of connection. Firstly, her beauty was something that caught my attention. She was 21 years old, about 5'6", dark hair down to the middle of her back, just that tad bit wavy, making it ultimately sexy. A fair enough complexion but yet a slightly tanned shade. Light eyes, a gorgeous smile, and delicious pouty lips. She was slender, but curvaceous, and from what I could tell, she had a lean body, with perky firm breasts that suited her body perfectly, and a set of slender legs and a firm ass. It may sound like she's an average beautiful girl, but something about her that made it special. Anyways, we started hanging out at these parties, and clubs, and dinners, and got to talking a lot. It was an immediate connection, and never one of those awkward, uhhh, what now, kind of moments. At times, it got a little touchy feely too, but we neither of us had the guts at that time to take it much further. I knew she was here only for a few more days, and that if it all it would have been one of those infamous flings people have this time of year. I wasn't very keen on joining that club, but Avni, I could not resist. That physical lust between us just had to be cured. And both of us knew it was going to happen. 31st night rolled around, and we were at a house party till 5 or 6 am. When we left, Avni asked if there was some place the two of us could relax and spend some time alone, and luckily enough, my house was empty that week. After dropping the rest home, we made our way to my place. Both of us freshened up a bit, and were lying on the bed talking about the past week and what we feel about each other. Neither of us has really done something like this before, but it all seemed so natural. Avni suddenly changed her tone, and started explaining to me the feelings she gets when thinks about me in a certain way. This for sure was exciting me to no end, and results were evident. Avni gave me a smile, knowing very well the effect she was having on me. I brought her closer to me, and we kissed. Our lips met, and it turned into the most passionate kiss I have ever had. Her moist lips caressing mine, my tongue slightly opening them and finding hers. Our tongues met, and got into a hot passionate embrace, our bodied grinding against each others. The electricity, the heat, the passion between us was still building up. I ran my hand through her silky hair, bringing her closer to me. I started sucking her lower lips as she started to softly moan. We both were finally getting what we wanted with each other. We were in an embrace for what felt like hours, and we did not want to stop. But Avni had to get home before her family got worried. We made a plan to meet back at my place later that day once we had rested. I must've have had a hard on all night after that intense episode. And I could not wait to see her again, to feel her again. Luckily, the afternoon came by quickly, and before I knew it, Avni was back at my place. This time, neither of us beat around the bush, and I embraced her right away, kissing those juicy lips once again. I held her close, and started sucking her lips. Tracing my tongue lower to her neck, up and down, up to her ear, gently sucking and driving her wild. I blew on her neck, which made her squirm in my arms, Im sure she was drenched down below. We managed to separate ourselves from each other just for a few seconds. I started removing Avni's clothes, as she did mine, faster than we thought we ever could. Finally, her gorgeous breasts were free, and were absolutely perfect, a 34D I later found out, my favourite. Her pussy neatly trimmed, her body firm but lithe, and her skin so smooth. She stripped me down to my boxers, I guess she was a little shy to go any further, so I let her take her time. She could see the tent I had built down there, after her having tuned me on so intensely. I told her to relax, and we'll take it slow, and laid her on the bed. We started kissing again, I just couldn't get enough of those lips. I ran my hands through her hair, and started licking lower and lower down her body. Finally, I got to her breasts. I was dying to massage them and lick her firm nipples. I took her bright breasts in my hands and started to gently massage, I took her left nipple in my mouth and gently sucked, running my tongue around and over. I could feel Avni going crazy when I did that, so I started doing it a bit faster. She was breathing very heavily now, and she couldn't keep still. I could tell she was on the verge of an eruption long awaited. I alternated from nipple to nipple, faster and faster. She kept on moaning, and got louder and louder. Until finally, she nearly screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh Yaaaaaaaaaaa babyyyyyy, ohhhhhh yaaaaa, faster faster, Im cumming!!!" Her body going left to right, she held onto to me so tight. I went faster and faster, and for 5 minutes she kept on cumming. It was like nothing ever before. Finally, she lay still, and her breathing less heavy. I held her close, and we kissed. She said, "That was unbelievable, I never knew that could happen." So I asked, "Was that the first time you've ever had that done?" She said, "Ya, I've actually only kissed a guy before." So, with that, I said, "Well, there is a lot more to come sweetheart, I hope you have the energy." She said, "I can't wait, I need to feel you in me." I kissed her passionately again, and started going lower and lower, this time, passing her breasts, going right down to her legs. I kneeled up, and started to kiss up and down her thighs, each time, going closer and closer to her hot and drenched pussy. Finally, plunging down, and kissing her moist pussy lips, and licking my tongue up and down, up and down, flicking my tongue in her hole. She screamed again, "aaaahhh baby, wow, that is intense, do not stop!" I went on and on, up and down, up and down, licking her and sucking her pussy, and eventually taking her clit in my mouth. I started to suck that, and started rubbing her pussy with my fingers. I inserted my finger in, gently, as she was still a virgin. I wanted to be careful not to penetrate right then. I finger fucked her gently, and went on sucking her clit and pussy faster and faster. She tasted so sweet. And then started screaming even louder, "AAAAAHHHHH Baby, I'm getting there again, faster…. Faster…. " She could barely talk now, she was in another world. I could sense her erupting any second, and so I sucked her clit faster and faster, and rub her pussy harder. Then suddenly, she screamed, "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh yaaaaaaaaa….. Im cumming again, keep going, ohhhhh baby, don't stop… please…. This is heaven!!!" And her body going up and down with pleasure for minutes on end. Finally she settled down, and pulled my up to her, and started kissing me, unknowingly tasting her own juices. She said, "Ummmm, this is quite tasty." I said, " I know you are." And we just lay there for a few minutes, letting Avni relax. She then started running her hands up and down my body, getting me aroused, and hot. We kissed for a while, and she pushed me onto my back, and got on top. She started kissing and licking my body, and went lower and lower, reaching into my boxers with her hands and grabbing hold of my very hard, very erect thick cock. She couldn't get her hands all the way around, and was a little concerned. I told her not to worry, we'll take it slow. She pulled my boxers down, and my cock flung straight up. I could tell she liked what she saw. She was inexperienced at this, I could tell, but she told me that she's seen a couple of porno movies, so she'll try and do what she remembers. She got between my legs and started stroking my cock, up and down, lubricated it with her saliva and started pumping it faster and faster. She then did something unbelievably. She took the head in her mouth and started sucking on it like a lollipop, running her tongue all over it. Gently grazing her teeth over it too, which felt divine. Then she tried to take more and more of the shaft into her mouth and stopped more than half way down. She took it out and went down again, up and down, she sucked on my cock. Running her tongue all over it and gently her teeth too. I can't believe this was happening, I was in heaven. I moaned out, "Ohhh baby, this feels amazing!" I wasn't sure how long I'd last, but I wanted to save myself for later. So she went on for a few more minutes, and I had to make her stop. I asked her if she was ready for something she so badly wanted. She said, " Ya baby, I really need you in me now, my pussy is on fire." I lay her on her back, and got over her. I kissed her again, gently rubbing her face, and making sure she was ok. I spread her legs, and brought them up a little, so I could get easier access without forcing too hard. I gently rubbed her pussy making sure it was well lubricated, taking some of it and lubricating my cock too. I raised her legs a little higher and asked her to guide me in. She took my cock, and placed the head at the entrance. I slowly pushed until just the head went in, then waited. Letting her get comfortable. I pushed a little further, and further and further, until I could feel some resistance. I pulled out a little, and back in gently, then out again, and back in. I did this a few times till we were both comfortable. She said, "Go for it baby, go all the way, I want to feel you all the way in my." With that, I pushed a little harder, going past the resistance, until I was all the way in her. I waited for a minute or so. Her eyes closed, letting the pain pass. I held her close, kissing her, until she felt better. I slowly pulled out again, leaving just the head in, then back in, then back out, and in and out…. Slowly, till we built up a rhythm. I balance myself on my hands, her legs wrapped around my back, and I started pumping her a little faster now. She was starting to moan and scream, " Ohhhhhh yaaaaa honeyyyy, this is amazing, I have never felt better!" I kept going, faster and faster now, and a little harder, my balls slapping against her pussy. She screamed, "Ya baby, faster, give it to me, harder!" So I started pumping more and more, and pushing down a little harder. I could sense she was about to cum again. She screamed out, " Ohhhhhhhh yaaaaaaaaaa, fuck!!!! Im cumming again!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh….Ooooohhhhh!!!" I didn't stop, I kept pumping through her orgasm. Still inside her, I flipped onto my back, with her on top. She had her hands on my chest, and pushed herself up, and then back down again, she started riding me, faster and faster, building a quick rhythm. She stopped for a second, and started to grind like she had seen some pornstars do. My cock was all the way in her, and she started flexing her pussy muscles. I couldn't take it much longer and had to cum. She started riding me again, and harder and harder. Her firm breasts going up and down. I sat up a little, and started sucking her nipples, holding her to me. She wrapped her legs around me, and we were fucking sitting up. I was pumping my cock hard into her, she was screaming. I told her, "Baby, I need to cum soon, where do you want it." She said, "I want to taste it" and with that, she pulled my out, and took me in her mouth again. She started sucking and pumping my shaft really fast. Suddenly, I screamed out, "Ohhhhhh babyyyyyy.. Yaaaaaaaaaaaa, Im cummming!!!!" And with that, I jerked and cummed into her mouth, spurt after spurt after spurt, it kept flowing. She swallowed as much as she could. I was jerking for minutes, until every last drop was out. She had milked me until I was dry. I fell on my back, her on top of me and kissed me. It had been nearly an hour. We kissed for a few minutes until we fell asleep in each other's arms for a few hours. In that trip of hers, we fucked several times that week, and I can tell you I can't wait till she's back in town again. It was the most amazing week of my life. I hope you like this story, and if any women, aged 20-40 are interested in having some fun, email me at the link below. Bombs Away! Bomb's Away 44 feet. That was the approximate distance from the window I was hanging out of ... and the street. It's the equivalent of 17 steps; 10 short seconds of walking. I wondered, as I was looking down, if I fell would those last 10 seconds of my life be very long ones or very short ones? Would my life pass before my eyes before I hit the ground? As I pulled my body back in the hotel room, I reflected on the fact that this was neither the beginning of this story nor the end. I called myself a purveyor of dried vegetative delicacies. It sounded so much better than what the government called me: a pot dealer. My business plan was simple: buy low and sell high, and I was very successful. I kept my eyes and ears open to new opportunities everywhere I went, and I had just recently met a man that said he had something I would like. That the meeting occurred while I was waiting in the reception room of one of my sources didn't bother me at all. This business can get a bit competitive at times and the local chapter of LOVE/POT, the League of Vendors/Purveyors of Tetrahydrocannabinol, had chosen not to interfere in the dealings of its smaller members. As I was talking to the guy (Mark), I got the impression that he hadn't fully engaged his brain when he woke up that morning. I chalked it up to his having smoked several joints and continued making arrangements for a meeting later that same day. Our rendezvous was to be at a hotel in New York City famously favored by LOVE/POT members. I tried to talk Mark into another venue, but he wouldn't budge, "Dude. The buds are already there." Against my better judgement, I agreed to meet him at the hotel. He told me the room number and the time I should arrive. The scrutiny a long haired hippy freak like me engendered on the walk through the lobby was unnerving. I felt like I had a huge sign hovering over my head ... DRUG DEALER ... in huge blinking neon red letters inside an arrow pointed directly at me. I breathed a sigh of relief when the elevator doors closed. ... and sucked in a gasp of dismay when the doors opened on the fourth floor! The air reeked of marijuana! I seriously considered pushing the button for the lobby and getting the hell out of there. "DAMMIT!" I thought to myself, "That smells really, really good!" I shot out of the elevator as the doors were closing. As I walked down the hall toward the Mark's room the smell just kept getting stronger and stronger. I was astounded that the place wasn't crawling with cops! Someone had to have complained about this to management! I just about leapt out of my skin when the elevator dinged behind me. I looked over my shoulder fully expecting to see a mass of men to spew forth wearing ski masks and carrying assault rifles. A little old lady waddled out, squinted in my direction, peered at the wall for a moment and started walking in the opposite direction. Once in the room and with some smoke in my lungs, I started to relax. We bent over the four huge trash bags open on the floor and proceeded to haggle about quality and price. "Look at this bud!" he exclaimed picking a particularly juicy looking specimen from one of the bags. He squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger and showed me how sticky it was. It clung to his finger for a moment or two before it fell back into the bag. The product certainly was attractive, and I decided on the spot to take all four bags. Each weighed about 30 pounds. His price was too high, though, and we spent the next 20 minutes bargaining. Finally, both of us sat back in our chairs and grinned secretly to ourselves. I'd forced him down to a price I could live with ... of course, he had done the same in the opposite direction. With the actual business done, I almost instantly became anxious to leave. "Where are your dufflebags?" I asked. "What dufflebags?" he countered. "The ones you brought this stuff in with. Wait! How did you get these bags up here?" "I carried them over my shoulders. I had to make two trips, man! It was a pain in the ass!" "Okay ...," I said and shook my head. "You just walked through the lobby carrying a trash bag full of pot over each shoulder and rode the elevator up here? Twice?!?!?" "No, dude. The first time, I had to go check in before I could get a key." I made some strange type of noise part way between a squeal and a squeak as the image of him standing in front of reception with a bag of pot on either side of his body forced its way into my skull. "Dude. What's the problem? We'll just carry the bags out to your car. No fuss." "Absolutely NOT! I am NOT carrying large bags of pot down the hallway, down the elevator, across the lobby of a large hotel, and then hoofing this shit through Manhattan to my car ... NO!" After calming down, I realized that we were going to have to go out and find dufflebags large enough to hold the load. Five stores, five strike-outs. In the sixth place we found little pink bags of a size sufficient to hold Paris Hilton's toy dog. Doing a mental calculation, I figured that we'd need somewhere around 100 of those. It'd probably take us an hour to fill them and another half hour to carry them all to the car. ... there were three on the shelf. I needed a Plan B. We caught a taxi back to the hotel sitting in silence the whole way. Well, I was silent. He kept on trying to talk, but with the cabbie sitting only feet away, I didn't want to get into a discussion about 120 pounds of marijuana. In the hotel room, I paced back and forth racking my mind for a solution that didn't involve walking through a crowded lobby with very smelly bags slung over my shoulder. I envisioned what might happen: I'd become the Pied Piper of Pot. As I walked past people, the odor of the bags would ensnare them and they'd mindlessly fell in behind me. The thought of fifty people all coming to a halt at the back of my Pathfinder and watching me push black trash bags through the back window made me shudder. "Dude. I have an idea." I popped out of my reverie and into the hotel room. Under any other circumstances, I would have been pleased to hear those words ... but not this time. They came from the mouth of a man whose brain, I was sure, wasn't firing on all cylinders. In fact, if there ever was an 8 cylinder mind in that head, 2 of them had seized years ago, 4 of the remaining 6 were so full of sludge that they barely moved, and the final 2 hadn't been treated to an oil bath in so long that they produced a hideous squeal as they turned. I was, however, desperate. "What?" I asked and cocked my head sideways in the hope that holding my head at a different angle would magically make the words I was about to hear make sense. "I'll go down to the street and you can drop a bag out of the window. I'll take it to your truck and come back for another one. Easy schmeasy." I'm pretty sure that holding my head at an angle had deprived the logical side of my brain of blood. I found myself giving his suggestion serious consideration. He then said something that made me shiver. "Trust me. This will work." My mind immediately replayed all of the times one or more of my friends had said, "Hey guys! Watch this!" right before they did something unutterably stupid with consequences both immediate and incredibly painful. I resigned myself to a life in prison. I was going to have to help carry 4 bags of pot through a lobby filled with narcotics agents. "Dude! Seriously! This will work!" I allowed myself to be swayed. Which is how I found myself hanging out of a window contemplating death by sidewalk. Mark appeared below me. I manhandled one of the bags through the window, looked up and down the street to see if there were any pedestrians, took careful aim, and let go. Bomb's away. It's funny how time can be so elastic. An hour can pass in the blink of an eye and seconds can crawl by so slowly that they feel like hours. I could actually hear the fluttering the plastic made as it fell toward Mark who stood bent slightly backward with his arms stretched out to his sides. He was in perfect catch mode and was making small corrections to his position as his brain (all 2 cylinders of it) calculated the exact trajectory. After what felt like 5 minutes, the bag hit him square in the chest. In that last instant before impact I thought about what would happen if the bag burst. Pot would fly for ten feet in all directions! That didn't happen. Neither Mark (not at all surprising) nor I (definitely surprising) had considered the speed a thirty pound bag might reach as it fell forty odd feet. Neither, it appeared, had we considered the force with which it would impact his body. Bent backward as he was, he had no ability to resist the inirtial energy created by a thirty pound object falling forty feet. His legs buckled beneath him and the bag drove him into the concrete. The dull, meaty thunk his head made as it hit the sidewalk is a sound I hope never to hear again as long as I live. Dead. He is dead! Disjointed, half-baked exit strategies whirled through my mind. My face, I'm sure, could have been used as a clinical example of utter disbelief. And confusion. And horror. And several other less-than-attractive emotions. At times of great stress, my mind goes to some really odd places. The inscription on Mark's gravestone popped into my mind: Here lies Mark He died near a park A bag of pot fell And caused his death knell I really expected to see a spread of black slowly seep from under his body. "How, in God's name, am I going to explain this to the cops? FUCK!!! My mother is going to kill me for getting myself thrown in jail for the rest of my life!" Mark's miraculous mind, however, had survived its contact with concrete. He started to move. Slowly, every so slowly, he picked himself up from the sidewalk, looked around as if he didn't know how he'd gotten there, gazed at the black bag on the ground, and then slowly looked up. At me. And waved. I should really have ended this story with the word, "waved." You, dear reader, should wonder what happened next. Did I make it out of town with my booty? Of course I did ... I wouldn't be telling the story otherwise. It's interesting to note, however, that Mark, after some minutes, appeared under the window and again assumed his previous bodily position. He obviously expected me to drop another bag. I reduced my starting estimate of 8 cylinders to 4 and then decided that he was actually able to function with a brain that apparently had no working synapses. The ending is rather banal. I motioned for him to come upstairs. We shouldered the remaining 3 bags, walked down the hall, got into the elevator, walked through a lobby unpopulated by narcs, and hoofed it to my truck. I shook his hand and drove off into the sunset. My path and Mark's never crossed again. Bombshell Chapter 1 Under normal circumstances the palatial frontage of the Hotel de Crillon would have been intimidating enough but I now looked at it with added trepidation. I took a deeper breath and tried to relax my stride not helped by my new stilettos. I smiled to myself as I imagined the reaction my expenses chit would elicit. The shoes were plain black with a four inch heel, boosting my height to nearly six feet, but they had come from Christian Louboutin. The dress, a simple navy cocktail affair, was a La Croix and I wondered if I would be allowed to keep it. As I approached the glass frontage I caught sight of my reflection and barely recognized myself. The brief for the make-up girl and the hairdresser had been to make me look like a young Judith Godrèche and they had done a remarkable job. It helped that I already had a passing resemblance to the French actress but they had made me look a good five or six years younger than my actual twenty-eight years. I entered the lobby and followed the directions to the bar. I would have liked the opportunity to check it out beforehand but there had simply not been time. Except for a pair of businessmen the bar was empty and I took a seat on an empty, plush, red sofa. I ordered a campari and soda and asked the waiter to bring me a copy of France Soir. My instructions were to wait no longer than half an hour but, in the event, she turned up with her entourage within ten minutes. They sat and ordered drinks, as they had done for the past two nights, prior to eating in the hotel restaurant. There were four of them; a bodyguard, not too bulked up and nicely dressed, another woman that we had yet to identify, the eighteen year old Corrine, the current muse, and Adrienne herself. She was well into her thirties now but was still as stunning to look at as she had been in her modelling days. I continued to read the newspaper but looked up at them now and again as it would have been unnatural not to do so. I was poorly placed and not in Adrienne's line of sight but Corrine did notice me and she whispered to her patron. When I glanced up once more it was to find Adrienne looking over her shoulder at me. I smiled politely and then looked away again unhurriedly but my heart was racing. The whole plan hinged on her openly acknowledged preference for women and her particular predilection for Godrèche which had been garnered from an old magazine article. I had to discipline myself to keep my head down and quietly prayed that she would take the bait. After what seemed an interminable hiatus her bodyguard finally came over to me. "Mademoiselle, if you are not expecting company my employer would like to offer you a drink." He spoke quickly, in French, suggesting that I had been taken for a native. I looked at him and said nothing before slowly looking back across the room. I mutely signalled that I would rather not but, as I hoped, Adrienne, pouted and opened her arms in a gesture of welcome. I made a pantomime of considering my options and then replied in fluent French to the bodyguard. "Okay, just one drink, I'd be delighted." He escorted me across and pulled out a seat for me. Up close Adrienne was, if anything even more beautiful. Her dark hair and bewitching brown eyes were a legacy of her mixed parentage, a French father and Lebanese mother, and her full lips had, for years, adorned billboards as the key image of the "Kiss" campaign. "I am glad you could join us. I'm Adrienne." "No need for introductions Mme. Deryan. I recognized you immediately… Emma Hargreaves, I'm a translator, here with the summit party." "You're not French? You speak so well and you remind me of an actress we have here in France." Initially I was going to pose as a French native but there was not enough time to assimilate the necessary background information. In the end, the decision was taken to use the translator story with the summit connection offering an added inducement. The others were announced by their first names. Corrine's I already knew and the mystery woman was introduced as Veronique. The bodyguard was ignored. Drinks were ordered and, falling into my role, I played the innocent abroad fascinated by the fashion world. Adrienne obliged and complemented me on my outfit which led to a brief discussion about my job and how surprisingly well paid it was. This also allowed me to intimate that I was privy to confidential information at the highest level. It was a high risk strategy but if she was to be drawn out it had to be done quickly. Frustratingly, she seemed completely disinterested and my instructions were clear. If she did not bite I was to leave as quickly as was reasonable under the circumstances and some other method would be employed. I was about to make my excuses when she asked the obvious question. "So what are you doing here at the hotel?" "I want to bring my boyfriend to Paris, somewhere special, I was just checking it out." It was hoped that the story had a fetching naiveté and she seemed taken by it. "My dear! In that case I must insist that you dine here with us." I tried to put her off but she was having none of it. A hurried conference took place with the Maitre D' and within quarter of an hour everything was arranged. She ushered us all to the elevator but I failed to notice when the bodyguard pressed for the fourth floor. Almost before I knew it I was being led into an opulent suite. "Are we not eating in the dining room?" "I think you will enjoy it here even more." I was shown onto a balcony the size of a small room. It was appointed with a dining table and expensively upholstered dining chairs bearing the Carillon crest. It was a mild summers evening and the views across to the Tour Eiffel were spectacular. I was not given the option of choosing from the menu but the meal was superb, perhaps the best I had ever eaten, and the wines equally so. Having hinted at the confidentiality of my job Adrienne kept away from that particular subject but it meant that I had to discuss my personal life instead. I drew on my real life, as it was less likely to ring false, the only embellishment being the creation of a fictitious boyfriend. For her part, she was happy to talk about the fashion world but would not be drawn on her past life. At the end of the meal the bodyguard came out onto the balcony and whispered something to Veronique. She and Corrine had remained almost silent throughout but she now stood. "Will you excuse us? There is something that requires my attention". To my surprise Corrine rose from her chair as well and they walked out of the suite together with the bodyguard leaving Adrienne and I alone. I was no fool, I was certain that the situation had been engineered, and I felt ill at ease. Adrienne was a predatory lesbian and it was unlikely that my implied declaration of heterosexuality was going to prevent her from making a pass at me. I decided to bring things quickly to a close. I had tried my best but to no avail. "I have to thank you for being such a gracious host, and for the wonderful meal, but I really should be going." "I won't hear of it. You must take a liqueur with me. She casually placed one hand the top of my knee, effectively preventing me from rising, and with the other she reached to pour two glasses of Calvados. She handed one to me but her hand did not leave my knee as she leant in closer to make a toast. "To beautiful women…" Given the topic of our earlier conversation it was not an inappropriate toast but I did not miss the nuance. As our glasses chinked her hand moved a tiny bit higher up my leg, and I prepared to be polite but firm, but at that moment her mobile phone rang. She picked it up from the table, checked the caller ID, and answered immediately. She spoke quickly in Spanish and moved her hand absent-mindedly underneath my skirt but I did not forestall her. My Spanish was not good enough to keep up with the whole conversation but one word was sufficient. The word was "Edinburgh" and her actual words were "Edinburgh must be brought forward". It sounded innocuous enough but, under the circumstances, it was imperative that I found out more. Whatever it took I had to try and find out to whom she was speaking. She finished abruptly and put the phone back down. "Now where were we?" Her hand was resting at the top of my thigh, her fingertips just touching the silk-fringed edge of my panties. It could no longer be dismissed as any sort of friendly gesture; unless I stopped it now I was as good as condoning her advance. I shifted a little. I wanted to show some reluctance and buy some time. "An important call?" "It needn't concern us." Her fingers moved, brushing my inner thigh, and I gave a shudder of revulsion but she read it differently. "Your first time?" I said nothing but simply dropped my eyes in acknowledgement. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you." She stood and took me by the hand and as I rose I tried to get a look at her phone but she picked it up and drew me indoors. I knew that, in extremis, I could overpower her and take the phone by force but I had no idea where the bodyguard might be and I would not be thanked for closing out our only tenable lead. Still holding her hand I followed her into a sumptuously appointed bedroom complete with a carved oak bed. She put the phone down on the bedside cabinet and then turned her back to me. "Unzip me." I was starting to panic. I could not go through with this but, equally, one glance at the phones' call register might be the key to everything. I reached out with trembling hands and, taking hold of the zip, I slowly slid it all the way down to the small of her back. She held the dress in place with an arm across her chest looked at me over her shoulder. "Would you mind…" It took an effort of will but I flicked open the clips of her bra. It was not too late to bail out, she would understand, but I disciplined myself to give it another moment or two. She turned back towards me and allowed her silk dress to hiss down her body as it fell to the floor to be followed by her bra. She was left standing in heels and panties and every instinct cried out to me to look away but I forced myself to stare admiringly. Her official biography gave her age as thirty-nine but it was generally believed that she may have been older. Not that it mattered. The body that she revealed would have been the envy of women of any age. She carried a little more weight now than at the height of her career but, if anything, it only added to her beauty. Her natural complexion gave the impression of a subtle tan and was suggestive of healthy living as was her toned musculature. This was a body regularly honed in the gym but still maintaining a feminine grace. I had reviewed the many file photographs but none of them did justice to the woman in the flesh. Her breasts were still to die for. They were firm and well shaped, crowned with proudly pouting, tight, brown roundels. Her hips were not pronounced but her waist was sufficiently pinched to lend them an inviting allure and then there was her legs. She was just nineteen when she was featured in the notorious pop video which reintroduced stockings and suspenders to a whole new generation. She had been masked, causing the press to speculate on her identity, and for a couple of weeks she was simply "the legs". I had never entertained the prospect of a dalliance with another woman but, for just a second or two, I could see where the attraction might lie. She was sure of her conquest and stood arrogantly with the confidence of a woman used to having her body admired. After a few seconds she slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them slowly down to mid thigh before letting them fall to the floor. To my surprise, she maintained a lush growth of dark hair but it had been expensively sculpted into a design. It was vaguely familiar but it took me a moment to realize. It was an inverted representation of a Lebanese Cedar, as seen on the national flag, but it would only be truly appreciated by someone engaged with her in a sixty-nine position. For some reason that image made me shiver and I thought of my own sex which I kept professionally depilated. I dragged my eyes away but only to find her smiling at me, my curiosity having been misinterpreted. She held out a beckoning hand as she flowed onto the bed but I remained rooted to the spot. I wanted to run but, by accepting her invitation, I would be tantalizingly close to my goal. I girded myself and approached the bed from the right so that the phone would be within reach. Thinking fast I thought that I might be able to palm it and then excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I leaned over a little but, almost immediately, she reached up and put her hand behind my neck. Before I knew it she had pulled me off balance and her mouth was closed with mine. The urge to pull away was overwhelming but this was my chance. I reached out surreptitiously, finding nothing but empty air, but quickly had to give my attention to other matters. I kept my jaw clamped but she ran her tongue gently over my lips. This was no crude masculine attempt to work a way inside; instead, it was a tender exploration of the contours of my mouth. Everything to this point had suggested that she was voracious but I was taken completely unawares by this sudden degree of intimacy. I remained frozen, my heart measuring out the passing seconds, then she withdrew her tongue and pressed her lips to mine. She sucked gently, almost unnoticeably, sealing us together and I could taste the sweetness of her mouth. I waited, knowing that she must break off, and then I would make my retreat but she was unhurried. Her lips parted with almost glacial slowness, drawing mine with them, and then I felt her tongue once more. It was just the very tip barely entering my mouth but, such was her control, it almost felt as if she were writing a message on my lips. For some perverse reason I found myself thinking that, if I could only find a man half as skilled, I would have him living between my legs. With that thought came an inappropriate tingling in my groin and for the merest second I conjured an image of Adrienne down on her knees. It was then that I realized what she was doing. She was describing, with her tongue, exactly what she would do, or would have done, and, in spite of myself, I gave a soft moan. The greater part of me was still fearful and slightly appalled but it was almost hypnotic. I could feel her tongue fluttering lightly but purposefully on my mouth but now there was a spectral echo in my sex. I was almost overcome by the desire to check with my hand to make sure that I was not being touched. At last, she gently broke the kiss but, at the same time, she shifted slightly on the bed. The hand behind my head was now exerting a gentle but insistent downward pressure and I was brought back to my senses. I moved with her but reached out once more. I actually touched the phone but could not get hold of it. I stretched a little more but was now in danger of making myself obvious and, almost without thinking, I kissed her neck to draw her attention. She squirmed appreciatively and I was suddenly very aware of her perfume. She had recently produced her own eponymous scent which, by all accounts, was selling well. I had no idea if that was what she was wearing but it was totally suited to her. It had caught my attention earlier, reminding me of woodland flowers, but now that I could smell it on her skin I could appreciate the sultry musky undertone I closed my eyes, instinctively flared my nostrils, and moved down her neck as I breathed it in only to hear her laugh softly. "Someone's eager…" Her body arched and moved a little. "Is this what you want…?" There was a firmness against my mouth and my eyes flew open again. She was beneath me, her nipple brushing against my lips. I glanced up at her to find her eyes drooping and a satisfied smile on her face. I only needed her to close her eyes altogether for a few seconds… I parted my lips and allowed the protuberant nipple to slip between them. It felt enormous and impossibly rigid and I was momentarily at a loss but I knew that when my own nipples were this excited I liked to be bitten. I took the tender swelling between my teeth and nipped gently. "Do it harder." I bit down a little more firmly but worried about hurting her. "Yes!" My concern was misplaced. Her eyes were bright with excitement and her hand at my head pressed encouragingly. I was loathe to be any more severe and I had achieved completely the opposite effect to that which I intended. I opened my teeth and began to lick at her heavily dimpled areola. For a moment I almost forgot myself, finding fascination with the textured surface, and my free hand seemed to act of its own accord as it came to rest on her other breast. It was so perfectly fitted, the plump weight of it settled in my palm which closed slowly allowing me to seek out her nipple with the edge of my thumb. "That's nice…" Her obvious appreciation brought me back to my senses. Putting both hands onto the bed I levered myself up but, far from being put out, she seemed amused. I was still on one knee as she lithely turned herself. "Are you sure you've never done this before?" She had her legs spread wide on either side of me and I found myself staring at the dark pit of her sex. Other than my own I had never seen one so close to and I found it hard to look away. Hers was everything that mine was not. My inner labia are discrete, pale pink, petals which need to be coaxed into view. Hers were heavy, dark, wings strutting proudly in plain sight. They formed a perfectly matched pair embracing for the greater part of their length but noticeably strained at the apex hinting at a clitoris larger than my own. I thought my sex almost childish in comparison. An image reinforced by the framing of shaped black hair which, on her, seemed beautifully natural. It spoke to all of my senses and I was drawing breath through my nose without conscious thought. Her scent was faint but very familiar and I wondered guiltily if it was actually my own arousal that I could smell. I found myself wanting to reach out and touch and had to literally shake my head a little to fight off the madness. Fortunately she did not see. Her eyes were almost closed and now her own hand was between her legs. For a second or two I focused on her immaculately manicured fingernails, varnished with a shade as deep as burgundy, but I was enraptured as she slowly flexed her fingers and teased herself open. There was immediately no doubt that the scent had been hers. It now thickened the air around me suggesting that she had been anticipating this outcome since the beginning of the evening. Again my eyes had a will of their own, drawn to the rich pink interior which stood in such marked contrast to the labia themselves. It was an inviting moistness that caught the light and there, at the centre, a single creamy quivering pearl. I convinced myself that it was a necessary sacrifice, to buy the few seconds of her inattention, something that no one else need ever know about but it was in my own dreamlike state that I slowly sank between her thighs. Her scent became heavier the closer I came acting as a heady soporific and with the first touch of my tongue my eyes were closed. My sense of taste was immediately heightened and my initial awareness was of a sharpness I had not been expecting. Bombshell I felt an almost petulant disappointment but I tried again licking along the natural valley. At first I was struck by the silky smoothness of the interior but then the true richness of her taste excited my tongue. It was more in keeping with her scent; there was still a subtle tartness but overall it was warm and earthy. It was something that, once savoured, could become addictive. I licked repeatedly allowing it to fill my mouth and Adrienne stroked my head. "Enjoy it angel…you will never forget the taste of me." I carried on for what seemed a long time, never checking to see if she had closed her eyes, and slowly worked my tongue deeper inside. She raised her knees to grant me easier access and I found it strangely comforting within the confines of her enclosing thighs; it was so much easier to forget the real world. Her sheath of muscle welcomed my tongue squeezing gently from time to time and, with each contraction, there came a soft moan of approval from a long way off. For my part I just wanted to go as deep as I could. It was, by now, uncomfortably warm and my dress was going to be ruined but I no longer cared. I was gripped by an insanity and the spell was only broken when her hand took an insistent grip on my hair. "Now…" She guided me a little higher and I understood that she wanted me to lick her clitoris. I had been so caught up in my own cravings that I had almost forgotten what I was supposed to be doing. She pressed a little more firmly with her fingers and her clitoris swelled into the open freeing itself of its restricting hood. I was shocked not just by its size but also by its hemispherical firmness. I simply stared until she grew impatient and pulled me on to her. My nose was crushed in the soft cushion of her hair and I sought blindly until I found my goal. There was no finesse. I licked with the flat of my tongue but she was so aroused that even my crude endeavours were going to be enough. She lifted her hips and ground herself into my face. "Don't move!" I had little choice. She gripped my hair more tightly and moaned with effort as she drove herself on. My tongue was no longer important to her; it was enough that I was there to be used. Her moist pubis scoured my face as her movements became less and less controlled until she raised herself one last time. Her sex seemed to bloom, threatening to devour my mouth and nose, and then I felt the powerful tremors of her orgasm as it racked her body. For some seconds it was hard to breath through the wetness and my nose was filled with a frothy mix of her juices and my own saliva. I tried to pull away but she was determined that I would endure the whole experience. When, at last, it was over she let me go and sprawled back onto the bed. I should have felt degraded, I wanted to feel disgusted, but the wetness I felt was not in my eyes but between my legs. It was hard to think straight; it had all happened so quickly. By a sheer effort of will I made myself concentrate. I could sort out my personal conflicts and deal with the emotional recriminations later; at that moment I still had a job to do. She lay with her eyes closed and her breasts rising and falling almost mesmerically as she tried to bring her breathing back to normal. This was my chance but I had already wasted vital seconds. I began to reach out to the bedside cabinet but she suddenly made a satisfied purring sound and I instantly froze fearing that she would open her eyes at any moment. I had come too far to fail now but she was stirring. I made the decision in an instant and would later tell myself that it was the only option. Her sex was messy, the hair wet and matted and her labia relaxed. She had her legs lazily spread and her clitoris was still visible but now less prominent. Feeling desperately awkward I pointed my tongue and lowered my head. For a few seconds she appeared not to notice but then she groaned and stretched her arms above her head. "Oh you beautiful, greedy, bitch…" I used the tip of my tongue to lick in tiny circles around her clitoris and hoped that she would use her fingers to make herself more accessible but, this time, she was going to simply lay back and enjoy it. I licked for a long time, and my tongue began to ache, but the only encouragement I received was an occasional moan of satisfaction and the ever stronger scent of arousal. I might have made it easier for myself had I used my own fingers but, even now, some perverted sense of fastidiousness prevented me from doing so. Just as I began to fear that she was not going to reach the pinnacle for a second time her body stretched and stiffened before shivering into a slow, protracted, orgasm. As I hoped, she was much like me and this second climax, coming so quickly after the first has exhausted her for now. She even turned over on to her stomach and cradled her head in her hands. As soon as I was sure that her eyes were closed I reached for the phone. It was a cheap Nokia and I was familiar with the keys but my fingers were shaking badly. On my second attempt I got the call register up on screen and then memorised the number at the top of the list. I put the phone back in place and, leaving her in a semi-slumber, I went to the bathroom. Seeing myself in the mirror under the harsh spotlights the enormity of what had just happened came home to me and, for a moment, I thought I would be sick. I looked down to avoid my own reflection and splashed my face liberally with water. In the process my dress got soaked but I did not care. I dried myself and made no attempt to fix my face before leaving the bathroom to find Adrienne exactly as I had left her. I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered. "I have to go". There was no acknowledgement, no thanks, just a muted grunt. I left the suite and found the bodyguard on post outside a knowing smirk on his face. Chapter 2 I filed my report the following morning and I was called almost immediately. I sat in the spacious office and, as Jane Bullington carefully read it through, I wondered if I might one day occupy her chair. She was only the second woman to hold the post and, at forty five, the youngest ever incumbent of either sex. My career path was shaping up to be similar to hers. We both went to Oxford and had both joined the police force on an accelerated graduate scheme but, whilst she had volunteered for the service, I had been headhunted. She looked up at last and pushed her glasses up her nose. "You're absolutely sure you heard 'Edinburgh'?" "No doubt." There was a pause before she continued. "I want to thank you for what you did. I had no right to ask you to take a field assignment so soon." "I was the obvious choice and I was glad to do it." "Nevertheless, you did very well to get that number." I could no longer wait and had to ask. "Has it led to anything?" "Nothing obvious I'm afraid. It belongs to a call box in Lima. We'll ask the Peruvians to put a tap on it but I'm not hopeful." I felt completely deflated especially given the personal cost. "Would you mind if I worked on it for a while? To try and find a South American connection?" She looked at me as if I were a particularly loyal puppy. "As long as you're prepared to make up any time lost on your training schedule then I would be more than happy to have your input." "I'd like to use Clem if I may." "I'm sure she would be delighted to help. The confirmation of her new security clearance came through a couple of days ago." Clem was our graduate research assistant and, as the only two women in a section of twelve, it was only natural that we would form a bond. It was hard not to feel protective of her. She was twenty-two years old but could pass for sixteen and was often challenged in bars and clubs. She was not tall but was well proportioned and her large blue eyes dominated her face adding to an impression of innocence. She was a beautiful English rose but the men in the department, usually so free with their sexual innuendos, paid her an almost fatherly respect. When I broke the news to her she was delighted even when I told her that it would involve working after hours. For the next three nights we pored over everything we had on Peru but could make no obvious connections and I grew more and more frustrated not wanting to believe that the sacrifice I had made had been in vain. Clem sensed my agitation and it was at her suggestion that, on the third night, we gave it up and went to the local wine bar. I bought a bottle of Brouilly and we giggled as we discussed the relative personal merits of the men we worked with and I was surprised to find that we had two past dates in common. By the time she had bought a second bottle we were exchanging confidences on their bedroom technique and laughing at the low marks that we were awarding. I was still caught up in the spirit of it when she leaned in a little closer. "So tell me, between you and me, did Deryan come on to you?" We were both a little tipsy and there was a mischievous grin on her face daring me to play up to it. "Of course she did. How could any lesbian resist me?" She laughed and put her hand on my knee. "Who could blame her, I'd go down on you like a shot." I laughed in return but I saw something in her eyes and the question was on my lips before I could check myself. "Have you ever done it?" "Are you kidding? I went to an all girl university." I was still trying to digest the information that this erstwhile ingenue was actually more experienced than I was when I realized that she had not removed her hand. We were sharing a banquette in an alcove that allowed us to watch the comings and goings of the other customers as we talked but it also served to give us some privacy. She picked up her glass and proposed a toast in an eerie echo of my encounter with Adrienne. "To men, long may they remain confounded." As she leant forward to chink my glass her hand slid beneath my skirt until I felt its warmth on the bare flesh above my stay-ups. "Oh God, you have beautiful legs. I'd give anything to be as tall as you." A thousand thoughts went through my mind but they refused to crystallize. I found myself staring at her mouth with its fetchingly heavy lower lip. She had used a subtle pink lipstick to match her nail polish and in the subdued light she seemed to have taken on a new aura of maturity. I blinked my eyes to clear my head and I laid my own hand lightly on hers still trapped beneath my skirt. "You're beautiful just as you are; the men throw themselves at you." I was trying to let her down as gently as possible, to let her know that I was flattered, but she was undeterred. "They don't "throw themselves". They'll tell you that I look too young but that doesn't stop them trying it on when no one else is looking. All men are bastards as far as I am concerned. You know exactly where you are with another woman." Notwithstanding the remonstrative pressure of my hand she slid hers even further upwards until her fingertips had edged beneath my panties. In the past I had never contemplated a lesbian relationship but now, for the second time in days, a women's hand on my thigh was seducing me. She remained close, her glass still poised and a hint of wickedness about her smile. We were in a public place and I could not believe how blatant she was being. I wanted to laugh it off, to get us back to where we had been just seconds before, but I could not find the appropriate words. She took my silence as an affirmation and grew more daring. I gasped under my breath as her fingers roamed onto my pudenda. Her touch was gentle but assured. She used a single fingertip to stroke my labia and I closed my eyes at the delicious frisson. She moved her mouth close to my ear and whispered seductively. "Do you want me to stop?" In my mind I nodded my head but in reality I was shaking it. Her fingertip was moving more easily now as I started to deliquesce and her breath was warm against my neck. She placed a single delicate kiss and then I felt an irresistible pressure as her finger slid inside me with teasing slowness. I wanted to look, to make sure we were not being seen, but my eyes remained closed as she began a stimulating exploration. She used the pad of her finger to massage a spot just behind my clitoris and I could see sparks of light on my eyelids. She seemed to know me almost better than I knew myself and I did not want it to end. It was so intense that it was a moment before I realized that she had stopped. When I looked she was examining her finger which shone wetly in the subdued lighting. She turned it slowly back and forth before slowing dipping it into her wine glass and then she took it seductively between her lips. "The best taste in the world…" I was so taken aback that I put up no resistance as she slid her hand up along my leg for a second time. She moved unerringly, her finger slipping inside me with obscene ease. This time she held my eyes as she pushed it ever deeper. When she reached the limit she twisted it slightly and then withdrew. Again, and now to my embarrassment, she held it up for examination. "So wet…" I watched as she dipped it in wine but was totally unprepared as she presented it to my mouth. I started to protest but she pressed it against my parted lips. "Taste yourself…" Like an obedient pupil I sucked at my own finger. The underlying taste was familiar from my experience with Adrienne but now it was sharpened by the light fruits of the Beaujolais and she smiled as she watched my reaction. She knew it was a taste that I could easily get used to. "Come with me." As she offered her hand I took it like an automaton and rose from my chair. She drew me the short distance to the ladies rest room and ushered me inside. Like the wine bar itself everything was nearly new and no expense had been spared with the fittings. I quickly established that we were alone and I wondered if she had retained the presence of mind to watch the comings and goings and chose her moment. I suddenly felt incredibly hot; in part, because of the inner conflict raging deep inside but there was also the outrageous notion that I was about to have sex in a public place. And there it was; I was no longer seeing it as a possibility but as a certainty. Clem stepped backwards from me into the handicapped stall and then beckoned me with her finger. This was my last chance and, as I stood there, I was aware of my pulse ticking rapidly at my temples. I knew, somehow, that if I followed her nothing would ever be the same. I have always prided my self on my common sense outlook on life but everything I knew to be right was, at that moment, being subsumed by a primal urge beyond my control. I followed her allowing her to lock the door behind us. She pecked a kiss on my lips and then went down to her knees. Her hands slid lovingly up along the outside of my legs and inside my panties. With practised ease she flexed her fingers and then pulled them all the way down. There was a fleeting awkwardness as I stepped out of them but the more so as I watched her pick them up and push them down into her cleavage. "A little memento…why don't you make yourself comfortable." As well as the usual fittings there was a freestanding, upright, chair and I sat down on it happy for her to take the lead. Still on her knees she reached forward and carefully took hold of my skirt to lift it out of the way. "Oh, that is so beautiful…" She touched my sex reverentially with the flat of her hand. "I knew when I first saw you that this day would come…" I was shocked by her remark. We had worked together for a little less than six months and I had no inkling that she harboured any such feelings. She placed her hands on the insides of my thighs, encouraging me to open them a little wider, and then she moved closer. It was surreal as I looked down at her blonde, elfin, hairstyle whilst she made a slow trail of butterfly kisses across my mons. "Someone's leaking…" It was true. I could feel a trickle of moisture tickling my perineum but she seemed determined to increase the flow. Her kisses grew bolder as she drew each of my labia in turn between her pursed lips to flick them with her tongue. As she continued with her labour of love I became ever more aware of my own scent and feared that anyone coming in must surely know but she saw into my mind. She went a little lower seeking out the stream of arousal with her tongue but at the same time she caressed my sex with her cute nose. "You smell so sweet…" No man had ever been so genuinely flattering nor so tender. My heart rate rose and I could feel my sex getting ever warmer. She did not use her hands but continued with her oral caresses and I could feel myself opening and ripening in invitation. "Please…" It took an effort to whisper the entreaty whilst, at the same time, trying to ride the ever growing pleasure wave that she was creating. She looked up at me. That same cheeky, adolescent, smile surmounted by knowing eyes beyond her years. "I'm going to make you come like you've never come before." Matching actions to her words she centred her mouth on my sex and I felt the tip of her tongue testing the resistance of my opening but I melted like butter. My sex greeted her greedily and it felt as if the pent up heat must escape as vapour. As her tongue began to fill me I thought that I must come, and I felt the onset of the familiar tremors, but I managed to hold myself in check sensing that she would fulfil her promise. She found the same spot that she had charmed with her fingertip and my whole body began to tingle. My breathing became ragged and I was lubricating freely but I felt a periodic movement and realized that she was swallowing rapaciously. We stayed locked together for an age and my stiffened body began to ache as I took my pleasure poised on the tip of her tongue but I knew I could not take much more. I was clammy with perspiration and my heart was racing. She knew the effect she was having on me, able to gauge the point at which it would tip over into discomfort, but she was going to take me to the very edge. After another minute or two I was pleading with her, and I think that she may even have laughed, but she shifted a little on her knees. Her tongue was gone but she had her lips sealed around my clitoris which felt somehow larger. A gentle sucking caused blissful ripples to course through all my extremities and then I felt her tongue once more. It was moving slowly, drawing a circle on my clitoris, but then it gathered speed. It seemed impossible that she could flick her tongue so quickly but my body responded it the only way it could. My orgasm broke with a physical jolt that almost winded me and then reverberated through my body. Everything seemed doubly sensitized and I was particularly aware of my nipples which felt painfully stiff. I thought it would die as quickly as it had arrived but Clem had other ideas. As the aftershocks ebbed and flowed she moderated the pressure and speed of her tongue and I found myself soaring once more. It was the same orgasm but now different; a series of soothing waves that eased the initial brutal pleasure. I do not know how long it lasted; I felt detached from reality. I know I thanked her. I think I stroked her head as she licked away the messy residue but when next I became aware she was standing up with the door open. "I'll see you in the morning…sweet dreams." Chapter 3 I was frustrated beyond measure. I could not believe that she would simply walk out on me like that and things were no better when she greeted me the following morning at the office as though nothing untoward had taken place. I decided to bide my time and to wait and see if she volunteered to help out that evening. Bombshell After everyone left I cleared my desk of everything except the Peruvian research but it was hard to settle. I had just convinced myself that I had been in some way used when Clem came in with a tray from Starbucks. I waited for her to broach the subject of the previous evening but she was briskly professional. "I was thinking. Why were we not tapping Deryan's calls? Why was it necessary to have a face to face?" I decided that if she was going to be bloody-minded then I was too. Two of us could play at that game. I spoke to her as if she were a student. "Her calls were routinely monitored as soon as her cousins' terrorist credentials became clear. They were close and whilst it was never believed that she was directly involved it was thought that she was helping him out financially. At the time of his arrest the American's made us aware of intelligence that they had gathered which suggested that the next spectacular was codenamed 'Edinburgh'" "You think that they were planning bombs in Scotland?" "It's a possibility that has to be considered. It's the annual festival next month and Edinburgh will play host to half a million visitors from all over the world." "But is it safe, now that her cousin is in custody?" "We just don't know. What we do know is that, shortly after his arrest, Deryan made one call and received another both of which mentioned 'Edinburgh'" "Could it be coincidence?" "Possibly, but since then she has changed her mobile phone every single day and sometimes twice a day; a new SIM card every time. She just sends out one of her flunkies to buy them. She always makes her calls in central locations with lots of mast traffic. We have access to her calls but it takes us time to tie them to her and even longer to verify who she is calling." "So she's dirty?" "That's our surmise and we can't take a chance if there is a genuine threat to the festival" "Did you get the 'hot book' update from the Peruvians?" "It came this afternoon…" The 'hot book' was the shared database of possible terrorist activity from around the world. In Europe and the US it is updated daily but information from South America is always slower to come through. "…Just one incident, a break-in at Equipos Industriales. It's only of note because they have the maintenance contract for the Peruvian Navy. Their battleships are so old that the ammunition is inherently unstable and has to be sent for periodic safety checks. The shells weigh nearly more than one hundred pounds, not something any self-respecting terrorist would be interested in but the audit has shown one short. It might just be a paperwork error." "It's a pity we're not looking for a drug connection. It looks as though all of the Maoist guerrillas in Peru are now employed by the drug barons to fight their turf wars. There is hardly a terrorist organization worthy of the name." We decided to give it one more night but, in my heart of hearts, I had already given up. I was rubbing my eyes and thinking of calling it a day when Clem ran back into the office her face beaming. "Ponchos!" I looked at her slightly bemused and asked her to explain. She answered almost breathlessly. "I knew I remembered Peru in another connection. It's Deryan's winter collection. It's centred around poncho's, or more particularly capelets, and guess where they're sourced from?" "Peru?" "Correct. I've checked the shipping manifest database and guess who had a container loading at Lima the day after the break-in?" "Oh you clever little girl!" Without thinking, I held her face, pulled her towards me, and planted an expansive kiss on her cheek. Having released her she did not pull away but remained with her face just inches from mine her eyes shining. "So, do I get a reward?" I felt my heart skip. I feared what she was about to suggest but at the same time I felt an undeniable yearning that seemed centred on my sex. "It's a long held fantasy of mine…" As she said it she leaned forward to whisper in my ear. I listened to what she said and found myself whispering urgently in reply. "I can't, not right here in the office." "Of course you can. We're all alone. Who'd ever know?" It had been an outrageous suggestion but, now that the seed was planted, I found myself undeniably excited by it. I got up from my chair allowing Clem to sit down and then I hesitated. "Couldn't we just…?" She replied with just the tiniest hint of petulance. "No, it has to be right." She wheeled the chair away to give access to the enclosed space beneath my desk which suddenly appeared uncomfortably small. I was having serious qualms, especially about getting undressed, but the memory of what she could do with her mouth when my turn came was a compelling incentive. Even though I knew the office to be empty I cast a furtive look around before I started to unbutton my blouse. I folded it and laid it down on the desk before unfastening my bra and was pleased to see the look of lust on her face when my breasts were revealed. In the chilled air my nipples immediately began to stiffen and I felt like a naughty school girl carrying out a dare. "I love your tits…" The crude, but well meant, comment increased my arousal and I removed my skirt with the panache of a seasoned stripper. Clem laughed and clapped encouragingly as I peeled my stockings down my legs and then flipped them at her with my toes. She added them to the pile on the desk and watched eagerly as I teased my way out of my panties and then stood naked making a "ta da!" gesture. It felt oddly liberating to be standing like this in an office which, in only a few hours, would be a hive of fevered activity with no one any the wiser. Clem pointed beneath the desk. "In you go, you little bitch, I need some attention." I found the juxtaposition of her youthful looks and the theatrical abuse disturbing but I could already feel my sex itching for attention. Somewhat awkwardly I got down onto my haunches and backed into the confined space and vowed to be more careful in my eating habits as my bare knees encountered stray biscuit crumbs. "Take off my panties." Clem had wheeled her chair closer, to seal me in my cell, and I was suddenly conscious of the absurdity of my situation but I could not renege having come so far. Her legs were bare, still benefitting from the dying shade of her early summer tan, and I reached hesitantly beneath her short skirt. She wore simple, white, cotton briefs which may have started out looking pristine but were not going to survive the days end. Even in the poor light I could see that the crotch was damply discoloured. I wondered, briefly, if this was how she had planned the evening to pan out even if she had not made the Peruvian connection and I was momentarily uneasy. Things were moving too quickly, and I knew I had to stay in control, but, for now, I could see no further than the enticing delta between her legs. She brought her legs together so that I could divest her of her panties but immediately opened them again hemming me in. Any question about her being a natural blonde was now answered. Her mons was surmounted by a neatly trimmed triangle that pointed the way downwards to her sex and I immediately noted her labia. They looked ripe and relaxed and the answer came unprompted. "I've been creaming myself just thinking about you. I haven't been able to leave myself alone." I was jolted by the confirmation that, whilst I worked in my office, she had been outside awaiting this moment but her brazenness only helped to stoke the fire that was smouldering deep inside. "Taste me. See how wet you've made me." As she said it she brought the chair under the desk and her coltish legs squeezed either side of me. Had I wanted to escape there was nowhere to go. In an Edgar Allan Poe moment her sex drew slower nearer until she pressed herself to my mouth. I put out my tongue to meet her and I was surprised by the fullness of her taste. I guess that, subconsciously, I had been expecting something lighter, more youthful, but this had the same maturity as Adrienne no doubt helped along by her self stimulation. Having got over the initial shock I began to lick purposefully trailing my tongue along her labia whilst above me I could hear the rustle of papers as she lived out her fantasy."That's nice…just like that." I kept up a regular rhythm and every now and again her sex would contract and there would be a welling up of moisture. I was having to swallow to keep my mouth clear but the taste seemed to grow sweeter as the minutes passed. "Let me feel you inside…" Gratefully, I worked my tongue deeper. It was getting very warm beneath the desk, as evidenced by the slick of perspiration on her thighs, and it felt harder to breath. In the gloom the air, heavy with her scent, seemed starved of oxygen. My tongue pressed easily inside to an excited, molten, interior and, almost without thought, I closed my mouth about her and began to suck gently. "Oh yesss...!" Her hips lifted a little to meet me and my tongue was squeezed firmly, keeping me in place. I thought that the end was in sight but, quite suddenly, her body relaxed. I wondered if I had done something wrong and then my blood froze. "Is she in?" The voice was unmistakably that of Jane Bullington and, as her footsteps drew nearer, Clem deftly scooped all of my clothes out of sight on to the floor. "Oh yes, she's definitely in." As she said it she eased forward just a fraction giving a clear signal that she did not want me to move. "So have you made any progress?" "Oh yes, she's on to something really hot, she's really very excited about it." I could not believe that game she was playing and I felt my face flush. "Do you think she'll be long?" "I hope not." As she said it she gave me an admonitory squeeze with her legs. She expected me to carry on whilst Bullington was still there! "I'll wait for a moment or two. Are these the notes?" I could not believe it. Bullington sat down in the visitors chair just inches behind me and separated only by the desks' modesty board. The bizarre situation had an immediate effect on Clem. Her sex grew warmer and I was treated to a fresh outpouring which almost choked me. The only thing that I could do was to close my mouth over her sex to stifle the impulse. "Please stay as long as you wish. I'm going to be right here until she finishes." Her meaning was clear but unwelcome. I desperately wanted Bullington to leave but Clem was going to do her best to stop that happening until I did as she wanted. I had no choice; I had to get it over with. I eased my tongue from her sex and worked my way upwards until I found her clitoris. "This is very interesting…" Bullington seemed absorbed in my notes which was just as well as Clem began to squirm. "She has a real talent for hitting the right spot." I cursed inwardly. Clem was taking it too far. I licked a little harder but carefully. I did not want her coming too violently. Her body began to stiffen, heralding the onset, and I eased off coaxing her gently to the summit. To her credit she came almost imperceptibly, the only obvious sign being a painful squeezing of her legs, but it seemed miraculous that Bullington could not smell her. Her scent enveloped me like a fog and I was longing for fresh air. "Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed." "I'm fine. A bit of a cold perhaps, I think I'll call it a day." "A good idea. Have her come and see me first thing in the morning we need to discuss these findings. Enjoy the rest of the evening." With that Bullington was gone and Clem laughed loudly as she freed me from my prison. "What the hell do you think you're playing at?" "That was such a rush." "You could have got us fired." "Exciting though wasn't it?" She reached forward and cupped my sex with her hand slipping a finger deep inside. I had not appreciated just how aroused I had become. I closed my eyes and gasped. "Oh God. I want you to eat me…" She reached up to my shoulder and pulled me down. "All in good time. You haven't finished yet, not by a long shot…" Chapter 4 As I stood in front of Bullington's desk the next morning I was dog tired. My knees, neck, and tongue were vying for first place in the soreness stakes and my eyelids felt heavy. "Let's assume that they have managed to smuggle an artillery shell out of Peru. How viable would it be?" I had to force myself to focus. For an unreal moment I had been imagining someone under her desk using all their skills whilst she tried to keep her composure. I had never thought of her in terms of being good looking but I suspected that with her hair loose and the right clothes she would turn a few heads. "I'll find out this morning. I was going to try the Imperial War Museum to see if they've got someone who can help." "Good thinking. Let me know what you turn up, but now I need to ask something of you." For half a second my mind played tricks. If she were to ask me to kneel, would I do it? "I took what we had to the Cabinet this morning. They want it put on the imminent threat list. That means that we will need to get close to Deryan. I told you last time that I had no right to ask you but I'm afraid I may have to ask you again." I felt a curious mix of emotions. On the one hand I was proud to be asked but she was not to know what she was potentially exposing me to and I felt a disquieting sense of unease. "I'll do whatever you need me to do." "I somehow knew you would." After a frustrating half an hour of being shunted around the War Museums' telephone system I was finally given the number of a Professor Denby an expert on naval gunnery. When I got through I was surprised to find myself talking to a woman. She seemed very nervous but that may have had something to do with me introducing myself as a police officer. This was a common ploy as people were generally more willing to open up to the police than they were the security services. Within fifteen minutes I had my notes in order and I presented myself to Bullington once more. "I'm told that it's most improbable that they would try and fabricate a gun barrel and, even if they did, their chances of hitting a particular target would be negligible. They would be more likely to blow themselves up. That leaves us with explosives. The good news is that the shells we are dealing with have relatively small amounts of gunpowder. It's the weight of the shell itself that does the damage. There's a propellant charge and a bursting charge, both low grade powder. They can easily be sniffed out by dogs or chemical detectors. I am also told that without a high end detonator it would be hard to get a reaction." "Could the shell just be dropped from a high point?" "If they dropped it on to thick sheet steel there's a remote chance. Otherwise it would just bury itself." She mulled over this new information and appeared to reach a decision. "So we know the who, the how but not the where. 'Edinburgh' may be a complete red herring and we certainly don't have enough to bring Deryan in yet." "Could we check the container for traces of gunpowder?" "We could but unfortunately it's already on its way back to South America. Its bound for Brazil this time and we'll get the Brazilians to run tests as soon as they can. In the meanwhile…do you have any sort of entrée?" I went back to my own office and retrieved the business card that Deryan had given me over dinner. She had issued an open invitation to come and look round her London design studio but, now that she had got what she wanted from me, I doubt that she would have expected me to take her up on it. As I waited to be put through to yet another extension it occurred to me that Deryan must receive hundreds of cold calls from fashion wanabees and my story sounded shallower the more I retold it. Eventually I recognized a familiar voice. She had not spoken much over dinner but it was definitely Veronique. "Ah yes, our little translator from Paris. I think we could spare an hour after lunch. Would that suit?" There was a definite hint of condescension in her voice, perhaps even amusement, but the door was open and I had to step through it. The studios were just off of Bond Street where a modest frontage failed to hint at the opulence to be found inside. The reception area was oak panelled with retro-styled gold fittings and the receptionist herself could have just stepped out of a magazine cover. Veronique's assistant was dispatched to collect me and on seeing her I began to feel decidedly underdressed. She was a tall blonde, mid-twenties, wearing a simple, but clearly expensive, white dress which showed off her long legs and pert breasts to distinct advantage. As she walked me through the building it seemed that fine clothes were de rigeur for the staff and I was grateful to find, on entering Veronique's office, she was more soberly dressed. "Miss Hargreaves…" It took me split second to react to my assumed name but then I shook her proffered hand. The make-up team had worked quickly to restore my Emma persona but the truth was there was little to do. I was so taken by the look that they had created for me that I was happy to live with it. "…I didn't think that we would have the pleasure once more. I'd love to be able to show you around but I'm tied up just at the moment. If I may, I'll leave you in Megan's capable hands." She indicated her assistant who flashed me a radiant smile and I guessed that this was a young woman who would not be shy in front of the cameras. I had her marked down as an airhead but in the course of the next hour, as she showed me design studios, cutting rooms, fitting rooms and, finally, a photography studio, she proved both well spoken and knowledgeable. Veronique met us in the studio at the end of the tour. The set was dressed with a cutaway Bedouin tent furnished with hanging silks, harem cushions, and faux Arab adornments. In the centre, on a raised platform, was a high backed, wooden, chair and Veronique had made herself comfortable. "So how was the tour?" "It was most enjoyable. I was hoping for a word with Adrienne, just to say than you." Veronique made no move to rise but looked at me knowingly. For a moment I feared that I had somehow given myself away. I was more than ever convinced that Veronique was not employed for her couture skills but I was still not sure how she fitted in. "Come here." I moved a little closer to the dais and she rested her chin on steepled fingers. "Shall we speak frankly? We all know that Adrienne prefers women, but what you now know is that she prefers to take and not to give." Her forthrightness shocked me but I saw little sense in denial. I let her continue. "Now, if you want to get to Adrienne, it means one of two things. Either you enjoy giving or you want something from her." An alarm bell sounded in my head but I tried to keep my expression neutral. "Most of the young women I see come here to get a boost in the fashion industry. With you it may be something different but, quite frankly, I don't care. If you want to get to Adrienne you are going to have to please me first." For a second I thought, indeed hoped, that I had misunderstood but the sly smile on her face left no room for misinterpretation. Driven by self respect, I turned to walk away refusing to be blackmailed, but, just as quickly, I weighed up the cost of failure. I turned back to face her. "What exactly do you want from me?" "Don't be naïve. You've got a pretty little mouth. Let's see if you know how to use it." Bombshell Behind me I heard the sound of the key being turned in the lock. I turned to look and was thrown when I saw that Megan was still in the room standing with her back to the door and smiling. "Don't worry. She likes to watch." If she was hoping to demean me then she had succeeded. I knew what had to be done and I hated myself. I drew a deep breath and looked at Veronique anew. She was probably only a couple of years older then me but premature lines marred an otherwise beautiful face giving her a slightly world-weary appearance. Her shoulder length auburn hair was thick and shiny and cut in a low maintenance style which helped to soften her features, not least her pinched mouth, but it was her eyes that caught the attention. They were the deepest brown, hard to read, and suggested a wealth of experience beyond her years. She saw the moment of surrender and her smile broadened. She stood slowly and, with studied deliberation, she began to unfasten her skirt. It was a wraparound and she unpeeled it carefully before setting it aside. I was shocked, firstly, to see that she was naked beneath it, and secondly by the growth of dark hair that was now revealed. Her look said it all. Many others had already trodden this path and, like them, she knew that I would not refuse. She sat back down and opened her legs wide before running her fingertips through her nest of curls. "You had better get yourself a cushion; this may take a while." In a final admission of defeat I picked up one of the smaller cushions and set it between her legs before going down to my knees. Her jacket and blouse were still impeccably fastened but my attention was required below the waist in the juxtaposed, naked, netherworld. She had a slim figure but her pale thighs were slightly over-muscled, suggesting many hours on an exercise bike, and now that I was closer I could see that the dark growth extended beyond her mons. In truth, I found it distasteful but its feral quality seemed in keeping with her shadowy nature. I glanced up to find her looking down at me with an expression that told me that she knew exactly what I was thinking but she did not care. As my nose made a first brushing contact I felt a dampness, that told me that she had been aroused for some time, and with it a reek of arousal. It should have been off putting but it acted upon me at a subconscious level. I was suddenly very aware of my own sex and had to resist the temptation to touch myself. I made myself concentrate. This was simply a job that had to be done. I had to work my tongue through the coarse thicket, where one or two gray hairs hinted at her true age, until I reached her labia. They felt large and lacked definition and I wondered if she grew out her hair as a reaction to this. For a moment it was awkward, as I tried to ease my tongue between them, and I was tempted to use my fingers to help but I sensed that she wanted my mouth alone. I persevered and slowly worked them apart whilst trying to ignore the way my face was being tickled. In a moment of black humour I guessed that, unless Adrienne was on the premises, I would be hard put to find another pubic hair in the whole building. As I finally got my bearings her sex opened a little and things became easier. She was very warm and the inner membranes were oily beneath my tongue. Despite my misgivings her taste was not in any way unpleasant and, as she groaned her approval, I actively sought it out. For a long time I licked along the whole length of her sex as it continued to weep tiny beads of nectar which I collected with the skill of a hummingbird. I do not know when the scales tipped. All I had to do was to bring this hateful woman to orgasm but I was now engaged as much for my own perverted pleasure as hers. Even the discomfort of her chafing curls was forgiven as I noisily sucked at her through the sodden undergrowth. "Wait a moment." I paused as she shifted a little and hooked a leg over the arm of the chair opening herself fully to my gaze. "Make me come…" Where, before, her sex had looked unappealing it now assumed a savage beauty. It was a raw pink canyon, slashed through a dark canopy, glistening with moist promise and there, at its head, was revealed a rounded projection. A noise like a whimper escaped me as I fell upon her with my mouth open wide. Somewhere behind me I heard Megan laugh but I was beyond caring. I traced the contours with the flat of my tongue and was pleased to hear her gasp as I found my goal. Her clitoris was plump and firm, easy to stimulate, and obviously sensitive. "Slow down…" I did as she asked and used just the tip of my tongue. I established a rhythm to which she could attune herself and her body started to writhe with a sympathetic vibration. After a while I felt the tension as her hands rigidly gripped the arms of the chair and this was my cue for the final act. I slowly increased the pressure of my tongue and at the same time I increased the tempo. Her body was now so empathic that there could be no escape. I dictated the pace taking her along ever faster until she was free, shrieking as her orgasm buoyed her up and held her aloft until she could take no more and she slumped back in her seat completely spent. I found myself breathing hard as the madness passed and I was left to face the harsh reality of what had just taken place. Veronique awkwardly unhooked her leg but was content to sit with her sex still blatantly on display as she recovered her own breath. My one fear now was that she would not fulfil her side of the bargain but I was to find that it was a hard bargain indeed. "That looked like fun." I did not hear Megan coming up behind me but the sound of her voice caused me to flush with embarrassment. Veronique lazily ran her fingers over her messy sex as she replied. "Use her. Be my guest." Her words registered but my mind was reluctant to process them. I had done as she asked and I felt a sense of injustice. I wanted to argue, to assert myself, but I had come too far to jeopardize everything now. Until the door was locked Megan had seemed like a reasonable young women and I decided that I would try and appeal to her better nature. Still on my knees, I turned to her only for my breath to catch in my throat. She had already allowed her dress to slip down her body and was standing in white underwear with white stay up stockings. She was beautiful and she knew it, holding herself with the confidence of a woman who could have her pick of partners without fear of refusal. Now that she had my attention she smiled and held my eyes as she seductively removed her bra and panties and then stood allowing me to take her in. She was the light to Veronique's darkness. Her skin was flawless with a tan of lightest honey. She was blessed with dancers legs which she kept immaculately depilated and my eyes were drawn to a neat sex, so smooth that it looked oiled. She carried very little weight and it seemed hard to imagine a navel so enticingly deep in a stomach so flat. Her breasts were modest and nicely shaped with virginally pink nipples which were now shyly aroused. As I watched she drew back her blonde hair and fixed it in a neat ponytail and I wondered if, notwithstanding my ostensibly heterosexual credentials, I might have been tempted even if none of the events of recent days had taken place. "Lie down for me sweetie..." I was almost in a daze as I surrendered to the sheepskin rugs that bedecked the floor and reality seemed suspended as I stared up at the canvas covering overhead. Megan appeared above me holding the cushion on which I had been kneeling and she eased it under my head. She set it just so and then gracefully knelt across my body pinning my shoulders with her knees. I would have been content just to stare up into her blue eyes but I was witness to a beautiful eclipse as she eased forward and settled her sex over my mouth. At first it felt like a featherweight but then she closed her slender thighs about my ears shutting out any distractions. There was to be just a single point of focus. Her weight settled more fully and I opened my mouth to accept her sex. It was as if she had no inner labia at all as I licked along the sharp slit that defined her mons but she gently wriggled herself more comfortable and, as he did so, she slowly split herself open. The tightness of her sex had disguised the furnace that had been building inside with its attendant pressure of moisture and my mouth was filled by a heated inundation. I swallowed, savouring the sour sweet creaminess and then I plunged my tongue inside seeking more. I was caught in a frenzy but she was indulgent, riding out the bronco until I had exhausted myself and then stroking my head until I was settled and ready to satisfy her needs. I had made myself uncomfortably hot but the grip of her thighs was unrelenting. There was just the smallest of adjustments to bring my tongue to bear on her clitoris and then an unspoken understanding that I would minister to her unhurriedly. Her clitoris was discrete, and was not obvious beneath my tongue, but I clearly had it right as she began to rock almost unnoticeably on my face. "That's it sweetie…just there…just a little faster now." In my, hot, enclosed world her words were indistinct but the tiny, subtle, movements of her body gave me all the signals I needed. She looked down at me through the valley of her breasts and smiled. "Here it comes babe…are you ready?" Her movements slowly became more pronounced and her scent grew stronger. A strand of my hair fell across my face but shegently swept it aside. I was not sure if she wanted to see my eyes as she came or if she wanted to ensure that I could see hers. I had long since given up trying to breath through my mouth and found myself breathing noisily through my nose. It seemed to amuse her, every now and then, to ease forward a fraction to restrict even this option. I wanted her to come now. My face was getting sore and I was desperate to wipe the perspiration from it. My tongue was still busy but I felt it growing numb. She could see my distress and now she took mercy. She adjusted herself one last time, prising my mouth open even wider, and then took a breath and held it. Her eyes closed for a second but when they reopened there was a new brightness in them. She let the breath go with a prolonged "UUuuuuu…" and then, after a tense pause, I felt my mouth being filled by warm spatters of moisture. At first I was startled but then I had to swallow as further gushes followed At the height of her orgasm she smiled and blew me a soft kiss heralding the peak of the flood which she clearly saw as a gift to me. It took her a little while to recover, and longer still to ease herself up from my face, after which she proceeded to get dressed as if this was all part of a regular day at the office. I gave myself a moment before I attempted to move but as I did so Veronique rose from her chair from which she had watched the whole proceedings. "Stay right where you are…" Chapter 5 For my pains I was given an apartment number but it was not an address that appeared on the list of properties that we had registered for Deryan and some further research showed that it was leased by a Bahamian shell company. Bullington had also sent me an updated psychological profile for Adrienne which made for interesting reading. There seemed to be a consensus that she was not a fanatic; one analyst even went so far as to suggest that she would be content with a single spectacular to avenge her cousin. A word that turned more than once in the report was "flamboyant" and that set me thinking. Could it be that, contrary to our initial surmise, she was not out to kill and maim but had, instead, convinced her cousins group to choose a symbolic target. I added brief some notes to the report and suggested that we took another look at the security surrounding Edinburgh Castle and Holyrood Palace but there was a nagging doubt at the back of my mind; somehow Adrienne and Scotland just did not fit together. I sent the annotated report back to Bullington and told her that I would try the new address that same evening. She replied quickly telling me that she would arrange an escort as a precaution. I told her that it would not be necessary but suspected that she would go ahead anyway. I dressed soberly in a business suit to give the impression that my visit was just a drop in and not premeditated but the truth, that I was loathe to acknowledge, was that Adrienne would draw just one conclusion when I turned up unannounced. The taxi dropped me at a riverside apartment block and, if I was escorted, I failed to detect it. I entered the lobby and announced myself to a uniformed concierge who, in turn, rang through to the penthouse apartment. I felt an anxious thrill when he told me to take the lift but my hopes of success were not high. Adrienne had slipped up once by mentioning the code word in my presence but her paranoia about phone tapping suggested that she was otherwise being very careful. As I left the lift I found just a single door and I stood self consciously before it as a small closed circuit television camera checked me over. The door opened and for a moment I did not recognize the young girl standing behind it. I was used to seeing her on billboards and in magazines in full make-up and couture dresses. Even in Paris she had been dressed to dazzle but now, with her face scrubbed clean and dressed in a sloppy tee shirt and track bottoms, she looked completely different. She was still beautiful but now more naturally so. "Hi, I was hoping to find Adrienne at home." "You'd better come in." I followed her inside noticing that, notwithstanding the scruffy clothes, she still walked with a model's poise. The apartment was spacious and airy with glass curtain walls giving wonderful views over the night time cityscape. The living area was, by itself, larger than my own modest accommodation and it was tastefully and expensively furnished using a lot of white leather. "Can I get you a drink?" She was already drinking white wine and it seemed churlish to refuse. She found me a glass and filled it. "Take a seat." She sat on one wing of an "L"shaped sofa unit and I sat on the other. "I'm sorry, if Adrienne had let me know you were coming I would have made an effort." "No, no, it should be me apologizing. I dropped by on the off chance." Now it was Corrine's turn to look perplexed. "She didn't send you?" "No, I was hoping to find her here." "She comes by now and again, when it suits her." I looked anew at the lavish surroundings. "Is this your apartment?" "It is, for as long as she says so." I thought I detected the faintest hint of sullenness and a new thought occurred to me. "Why would you think that Adrienne sent me?" She looked at me as if I had asked a stupidly obvious question. "She sometimes asks me to entertain her friends." Pieces suddenly fell into place and I leant forward concernedly. "Look, I wouldn't want you to think…" She smiled at my obvious discomfort. "Don't worry, if it was you, it wouldn't be half so bad." I was at complete loss for words but finally managed to frame a question. "Why do you stay with her?" "Do you know how hard it is to get on in this business? There are thousands of young girls, many of them more beautiful than me, who would kill their own mothers to be where I am today." "But you're successful now, surely you could make it anywhere you chose." "Adrienne made me and she could just as easily break me. She would only have to say the word and I would be back to modelling knitting patterns." My face must have betrayed the anger I was feeling. She shifted along the sofa and put her hand on mine. "It could be a lot worse. At least there are no men involved." This seemed to me a moot point, however you viewed it she was being used. "Does this happen often?" "No, very rarely, she likes to keep me to herself for the most part." My thoughts guiltily flew back to that night in Paris. I could not conceive of anyone being engaged in that sort of relationship for the long term. "But don't you have…you know…a regular girlfriend or anything?" She surprised me by laughing out loud at my question. "You're so sweet…I'm not a lesbian." "I don't understand." "With women I can pretend to myself, it doesn't seem like a violation. Besides there have been a couple of occasions when it hasn't been too bad…" As she said it she squeezed my hand very slightly. I was not exactly sure what it implied but it occurred to me that if anyone was going to be privy to Adrienne's secrets it was Corrine. Even as the thought was formed I felt guilty; she seemed so innocent despite all she had obviously been through. I did not take my hand away nor did I move as she sidled closer. "Tell me more about your job. Do you get to meet many famous people?" For a few minutes I wove a story about my fictional job but found myself over embellishing it as she showed surprising interest. It occurred to me that she had probably had very little exposure to the real world of work and it seemed to intrigue her that there might be other careers which, in their own way, were as glamorous as her own. As I came to a finish there was an awkward pause as I wondered how to broach the questions to which I wanted answers but she did not seem to notice and appeared happy just to have company. I was on the point of suggesting take-away food when she took my hand and placed it on breast. My instinct was to immediately move it away but I could see in her eyes a need for contact. It was not lust but a simple desire to affirm a closeness. It felt so wrong but I was already picturing her breasts. Her tee shirt formed a very flimsy barrier and I could feel her nipple hardening in the palm of my hand. I froze, hardly daring to move, but Corrine took the initiative. In a single, smooth, movement she swung herself round so that she was kneeling on the sofa straddling my lap. She smiled as she raised her arms and took off her tee-shirt altogether leaving me staring at her breasts. They were small, in keeping with her slight frame, but the nipples themselves formed two small knolls set upon the modest mounds. They had a delightful dusky, pink, hue and called out to the mouth like ripe fruits. I was still uncertain but Corrine had no such reservations. She leaned in and grazed herself against my mouth moving slowly back and forth until I submitted. I parted my lips and she fed me her nipple which, after a moments hesitation, I began to suckle. It seemed perfectly fitted. There was no discernable teat but the whole nipple formed a swollen bulge which proved very sensitive. Her hand went to the back of my head holding me in place as I gently swirled my tongue causing her back to arch. I noticed that her skin was very lightly freckled, a detail that succumbed to the air-brush in her photographs, and I could smell a light perfume that was perfectly suited to her youthfulness. Over the following minutes she had me alternate between her breasts whilst I lovingly explored the contours of her back with my hands and tried to resist the urge to dip into the loose waistband of her jogging bottoms. She took her weight on her knees which allowed her to wriggle slowly on the top of my legs and the teasing pressure was beginning to have an effect. I had become very conscious of my panties, which felt both damp and restrictive, and I was tempted to call to halt to get undressed but this was not the moment as Corinne grew ever more aroused. Bombshell As if to evidence the fact she slipped her hand down to her crotch and I could feel the movement of her fingers against my leg. A slight curling of the shoulder suggested that she was reaching deep inside and then she brought her hand back into view. I could see shimmering gossamer strands between her parted fingers and then, very deliberately, she began to smear her own nipple. I needed no asking. No sooner had she taken her fingers away than I opened my mouth wide and took as much of her breast as I could before licking greedily. I used the flat of my tongue to spread the taste over the whole surface in order to appreciate its different accents. She giggled as she hugged me tightly to her but now she wanted more. "Wait.." She eased me away and unwound herself from my lap. Standing up, she quickly divested herself of her jogging bottoms and then laid back down on the sofa with her back propped against the arm rest. I was surprised by her presumption but she was hard to resist. She had a naturally lithe body and I suspect that she was one of those rare young women who did not have to worry too much about her diet. She exuded vigour and good health and you felt that you just wanted to wrap her up in your arms. I started to undress but she took hold of my wrist. "Please…I can't wait". She raised her knees and opened her legs to reveal her sex which shone beneath the lights and I realized that she had spread moisture over the whole of her bare mons. The sight was, at once, wanton, beguiling and irresistible. I eased down between her legs and took in the details of a tiny tattoo that adorned the mons itself. I fleetingly considered the pain of application but then saw its purpose. The image was that of a pale blue dolphin with a small red ball balanced on its beak. Only as I drew nearer did I see that the "ball" was, in fact, a cute birth mark. I could not help but smile as I licked at it before working my way over her whole sex. It seemed impossibly smooth, as though a hair had never grown, and I was fascinated by the almost glassy texture but Corrine was growing impatient. She parted herself with her fingers and the opening was surprisingly cavernous but what a treasure it held. The pink inner walls were glossed with the viscous product of her arousal formed of tiny, barely visible, dew drops. No sooner were they revealed than the subtle scent was carried to me. The peaty overtone, that I now knew so well, dominated but there was also an indefinable freshness, an unspoken promise of abundance. I began to lick, working my way very slowly over the steamy interior being careful not to miss a drop. A slight tremor in her straining fingertips betrayed her growing excitement and no sooner had I assayed the full extent of her sex than she was ready for me to begin again. I think I could have spent hours savouring the warm sweetness of her but the continued touch of my tongue, faint as it was, was slowly driving her to distraction. Her hair had fallen forward to cover her face but she dared not take away her fingers. She was breathing hard through gritted teeth and I favoured her with a firmer touch as I pressed my tongue deeper inside. She was so tense that I could feel her pulse as her muscles clutched at me but I eased myself free and worked towards her clitoris. It was buried deep beneath the arch of her labia which hung like softly draped linen and I gently burrowed for it. She gasped and stiffened at first contact and, thereafter, very little movement was required. I simply flexed my tongue in a slow, regular, rhythm keeping the tip in touch with the, still hidden, bulb of nerve endings that was now transmitting ripples of pure pleasure to every part of her body. I knew that she was desperate to move with it, the awkward rigidity of her body told me so, but her need for the continued pressure of my tongue was greater still. As a result her orgasm was contained but in no way restrained. She gave a series of almost babyish yelps and her head bobbed uncontrollably as it waxed and waned before, at last, releasing her. Her fingers finally lost their purchase and the curtains of her labia began to close but I kept my tongue in place and lapped up a fresh bounty. In the aftermath she was leaking copiously but this time there was no refinement. I used the bridge of my nose to break in whilst I licked fervently. She remained remarkably still and I finally stopped to look up at her with a trickle still running down my chin. Her eyes were not quite focused but then she smiled at me in an unspoken thank you. I rested my head against her thigh and, for the next quarter of an hour, I licked lovingly at her sex, coaxing more moisture from her, and then, when she was ready, I pursed my lips over her clitoris and slowly brought her back to the heights. Her second climax took a long time to build, and I expected her to be more physical, but, if anything, she became more relaxed, allowing me to do all the work. She let it break over her in slow, languid, waves and I only knew it was over once she gave a deep sigh. By the finish my own need was making itself felt as a pleasant ache and the temptation to make her go down on me was very strong but, with great reluctance, I had to give in to more pressing matters. I eased my way up to lie beside her and I cradled her head in my shoulder and softly stroked her hair. "She shouldn't make you do things." "Adrienne is not so bad. It's Veronique that I don't like." "Surely you don't have to do what she says?" "Everyone does. She seems to have Adrienne under a spell." "What exactly is that she does?" "Who knows. She turned up out of the blue about six months ago and the next thing you know she has her own office and has everyone running round at the click of her fingers." My mind was racing but I tried to keep my voice calm. "So if Veronique asked you to 'entertain' someone..?" "She's only done it twice. Once, it was for herself. I guess she was jealous of Adrienne and the second time was a few days ago, some professor woman…" Chapter 6 Not wanting to arouse further suspicion I left Corrine as politely and expeditiously as possible. She seemed pleased and surprised that I wanted nothing from her but she was not to know that, having made my decision, I was sorely tempted to change it when, still naked, she bid me a coquettish farewell at the front door. I considered going straight back to the office but the file I now needed could not be retrieved until the morning. I did my best to get some sleep but thoughts about the problem in hand, interspaced with delicious visions of a naked Corrine, made it fitful. After an hour I reached for my vibrator and did not stop until I was exhausted. First thing the next morning I reported to Bullington. "I need the 'Capped' file for Diane Denby." Bullington raised an eyebrow. The existence of the 'Crucial Personnel – Personal Data' files was never acknowledged. The general public knew, or could guess, that in the event of a major disaster the government had plans to move key people to shelters throughout the UK. We shared a database with the police and the military which identified those people but, in addition, we kept our own data which gave a more detailed psychological profile. Apart from a very few nobody actually knew that they were on the list and it was important to know firstly, that they would accept a place, and secondly, that they could actually cope with the doomsday scenario. I was willing to bet that Denby was on the list. She was the daughter of an admiral, a weapons expert and, most bluntly, a woman still just of child bearing age. "I will let you see the file but it does not leave this office…" This confirmation of its existence told me that her suspicions were sufficiently aroused that she had already checked for herself. "…now tell me what suddenly makes the professor so interesting?" Without elaborating, I told her that Adrienne had been offering favours to a unnamed female professor and, given what we knew, it seemed beyond the realms of coincidence. I then went on to outline my fears about Veronique. She had turned up on the scene just at the time that Adrienne's cousin had been taken into custody. My theory was that, whilst Adrienne might be providing the funds and logistics, it was Veronique who was actually calling the shots and I felt certain that, unlike Adrienne, she suffered no pangs of conscience when it came to casualties. The file arrived under armed escort and I spent ten minutes going through it in Bullington's presence. She was shrewd enough to see what I was up to. At that moment we had insufficient hard evidence to question anyone formally least of all Denby. I was hoping to find something in her physc evaluation to give me some leverage. Bullington had already seen what I was now seeing and when I finished I could see that she had drawn the same conclusion. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" The concern in her voice was not just professional and I was touched. "I'll do whatever is necessary." I called on Denby that same evening at a west end apartment that was a little upmarket for a tenured professor but she came from a moneyed family. At the door I presented to the peep hole a police warrant card that accredited me with the rank of inspector but, to begin with, she was loathe to let me in. "I'm a little tired. Can't it wait until the morning?" "I'm just following up my earlier telephone enquires it will only take up a few minutes of your time." As she opened the door I saw that her file photograph did not entirely do her justice. She looked a little younger than her forty-two years but might have looked younger still if she had worn her hair in a softer style. As it was, she had it drawn back in a tight chignon giving her a studious air which was exaggerated by her choice of donnish glasses. She had beautiful brown eyes and, had it been me, I would have opted for lens but she must have been aware as she wore very carefully applied make-up which pointed them up as her best feature. She was some inches shorter than me and had not changed since getting in from work. She was still wearing a stylish navy blazer over a pale blue blouse and matching skirt. It would have looked chic had she not dated it with the use of a simple string of pearls as an accessory. She was vain enough to wear a reasonably high heel and, beneath it all, I had the impression that she kept herself in shape. It took me less than a couple of seconds to make this summation but her survey of me took a little longer. Her mouth visibly dropped a fraction as she took in the pinched waist of my black jacket and the tight fit of my mid length skirt along with a pair of shiny, stiletto heeled, ankle boots. In truth, they were killing me but they had the desired effect. She ushered me through to the living room and I took a seat on a brown chesterfield chair whilst she sat opposite on the matching sofa. At first I simply went over the questions I had asked previously but, as I wrote my notes, I made a point of leaning forward slightly. I was wearing a button less blouse with a draped neckline and I had blown the budget on a ridiculously expensive bra which did wonderful things for my décolletage. Each time I looked up at her it was to find her guiltily averting her eyes. I nearly had her where I wanted her but I decided to make sure. "Well, I think that's all I need for now…" "Please. I've been remiss. I've not offered you a drink. Can I get you tea, coffee? Perhaps something stronger?" She had almost fallen over herself to get me to stay a little longer. "I'll take tea and I'll use your bathroom if you don't mind." "Certainly, in the hall, second on the right." I left her occupied in the kitchen and went back out into the hall. I gave the bathroom a cursory glance but then sought out the bedroom. The first two rooms comprised a study and a guest room but the third was what I wanted. The other rooms in the house were bright and airy but her bedroom was more sombre. It was decorated in dark blues and grays and was almost unnaturally tidy. The bed was very large for someone who lived alone and it looked like an antique. It had a black wrought iron frame with elaborately worked head and foot boards. I bent down to check and smiled when I noticed the faint traces of wear on the corner posts. I quietly opened the drawers of the bedside cabinets but they offered up nothing of interest. I moved to the wardrobes, expensive, solid wood affairs with doors that opened easily on heavy hinges. The first was filled with business clothes graded from light to dark along the rail and I quickly dismissed it. The second had more hanging space and shelves of neatly folded jumpers but at the bottom, sitting with the precise ranks of shoes, was a small steamer trunk. There was a key in the lock and, as I opened it, I knew, almost certainly, what I would find. I was elated to be proved right but I was brought up short in my examination. "What the hell are you doing?" Holding to my role I studiously ignored her and, acting unfazed, I took out from the trunk a single set of restraints. I could immediately see that these were no novelty items. They were weighty, craftsman produced, pieces and they were nice to handle. Still without looking back at her I put them to one side and carefully took out three identical pieces. "Look, I don't know what you want but you had better leave now." I stood up slowly and turned to face her. "What I want is for you to get undressed." She looked at me her face a mask of confusion. She was afraid but the terse edge to my tone of voice had excited her. I did not want to give her time to think. "Don't make me ask again." She wanted to flee but the darker, hidden, side of her nature was holding sway. At that moment I represented the epitome of her secret fantasy and she could not resist. She began to undress, hesitantly at first, but then more quickly. Finally she struggled out of her pantyhose until she was left with nothing more than a simple pair of white panties. Her posture told me that she was shy about her body but she need not have been. She was nicely shaped with breasts that would be the envy of a younger woman. They were rounded with proud, forward pointing, dark nipples. Her waist was narrow with nicely proportioned hips but, if one were being uncharitable, it might be said that her thighs were a little heavy. She looked at me now more uncertain than ever. "Did she send you?" She could have been referring to her current dominatrix but I thought not. Her "capped" file summarized her web browsing activity. The words "submissive" and "lesbian" were amongst the most popular search terms, along with the more expected academic phrases, and her on-line credit card activity revealed regular payments to a very expensive, and very up-market, lady of the night. The first hint had come from Corrine, the slight smirk as she referred to the "professor woman", the file had served to fill in the blanks. Now my line of questioning had forged the connection with Veronique and I was certain that Denby thought that I was an insider. I simply ignored her question and I was tempted to make her remove her panties but I sensed that leaving them on was, for her, part of the ritual. "You know what you have to do." I was improvising and it was easier to allow her to unfold the fantasy on her own terms. She bowed her head and came towards me. My heart quickened as she dropped to her knees and then reached forward to take hold of the hem of my skirt. She lifted it slowly, like a child expecting a particular present and desperately wanting not to be disappointed. When she saw that I was wearing stockings with garters she exhaled with a subdued gasp. It was so tempting to ask my questions right then but I needed her drooling and vulnerable. She remained still for a few uncomfortable seconds and then leaned forward to place a single, respectful kiss on the dark, filmy, gusset of my panties. I wanted to close my eyes and let her do what she would but I had to stay in control. In the event she released my skirt and got to her feet. She backed away from me and then draped herself across the bed her limbs pointed towards the corners. At the outset I had no clear conception of how events might unfold. I supposed, at best, that when confronted with my knowledge of her secret she might simply break down but I had prepared myself to take it further if circumstances dictated. I collected the restraints from the wardrobe and began to fasten them to the bedposts. They had bare leather cuffs at one end and velvet lined cuffs at the other. They were joined by a chromed chain with a threaded bar at the centre. I took her wrists and ankles and secured them in the velvet lined cuffs which were adjusted with straps and buckles. I pulled them tight enough to prevent escape but, as she tugged at them wordlessly, I intuited that she wanted them tighter still and I duly obliged. Now that she was restrained the purpose of the threaded bars became obvious. At the mid point of each was a heavy, knurled, brass wheel. I began to turn one experimentally and watched as the bar slowly shortened taking up the slack in the chain. The workmanship was exquisite and the movement almost watch-like in its precision. I moved around the bed and quickly had all four limbs stretched. I have toyed with mild bondage, as I am sure that most people have, but this was something of a different order. These chains would not succumb to brute strength and she was completely under my control, mine to do with as I wished. For reasons I could not explain that thought caused my stomach to lurch and then my sex tingled so much that I ran my hand over the front of my skirt. I composed myself once again but I now found myself acting with a sense of detachment. It was as though I was looking down on someone else as my hand reached out for the brass wheel again. Its weight was satisfying and it could be turned, without resistance, with a single finger and thumb. It seemed an insignificant rotation but it had a devastating effect. She groaned and tried to adjust herself to accommodate the increased constriction but I was already moving on to the next wheel. Over the next few minutes I tightened each in turn by tiny degrees. She tried not to make any more noise, as though she feared to displease me, but the perspiration sheening her body told its own story. I had to force myself to stop and I could see, for the first time, why this particular sexual byway had so many adherents. If the implements had been available I do not think that I could have resisted the temptation to try something a little more extreme. Her pale flesh formed a helpless canvas which called out for some colour but the contents of her toy box hinted at a different path. I contented myself by softly pinching her nipples and watched her anguish as she tried not to move her cramped body whilst, at the same time, trying to get me to employ a firmer touch. I was unsure whether or not she wanted me to touch her sex but it was clear that her own rules would not allow her to ask. What was obvious was the extent of her arousal. Her previously pristine panties clung moistly to her sex revealing a neat Mohican of dark hair beneath. I knew that this was the moment to question her, whilst she was at her most helpless both physically and mentally, but the thought of something else that I had seen the trunk provoked the demon in me. I went to retrieve it and, once again, I had to admire the expensive workmanship and I wondered if this was a bespoke commission.