0 comments/ 26981 views/ 2 favorites Knight in Shining Armour By: sexysmurfette I can't believe I am actually escaping this nightmare. Firstly I'll start off with an explanation of why I want to escape my marriage. I fell in love when I was 19. Jeff was 26. I was so in love with him I wouldn't listen to warnings about him from anyone, not even my own parents. He treated me like a princess, until we were married and then everything changed. When we had been married for about 3 months, he made me quit my job at the library. After 4 months I couldn't go out with my friends and after six months I was a prisoner in my own home. He had taken my car keys off me and he put a toll bar on the phone so I could not call anyone. We were living out in the country so it was not easy for me to have any contact with the outside considering the restrictions he had put on me. I'm 23 now. In fact I turned 23 last week. I have been handed a gift, unsuspectingly by Jeff. He given me an opportunity to get away. This morning a woman came to the door, introducing herself as Lizzy-Mae, my husbands secretary. She told me she had been sent to get his suitcase and clothes because he has an emergency business meeting. I'm not stupid, I knew that meant him and his latest bimbo are going off for a sexfest at some secluded destination. While I was packing his suitcase I also got out the other suit case and started to pack it for me. I handed Lizzy-Mae Jeff's suitcase and when I did she said he'll be getting in touch with me frequently. I bet he would. About a month earlier I had accidentally come across where he had hidden my keys. I had transportation and opportunity, so I was leaving. I went out to the garage where my car that hadn't been started for over four years was being kept. For my 18th birthday my aunty had given me her car, and Old Betty started up first time. I was gone driving in the pouring rain away from that never ending hell of a marriage. I was so overcome with relief and emotion that I had to stop the car and cry for a bit. And then I saw them, a set of head lights. He couldn't have realised I was missing so quickly could he? I started screaming and crying and shaking. I was so close to get away and now it would end. I heard a tap on the window so I turned away from it still screaming and crying and all of a sudden the passenger door opened and a big man got in and looked at me and all of a sudden I was pulled onto his lap and he was holding me whispering calming words into my ear. When I had calmed down we sat, he was rubbing his hand up and down my spine and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was in the passenger seat of his truck and we were driving down a bumpy drive way. He picked me up out of the truck and carried me through to what I presumed to be his bedroom from the clothes draped over the back of his chair and boots thrown on the floor. As he laid me on his bed I looked into his eyes, then I drifted off to sleep. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and drifted out of bed to find water. As I walked through the tongue and into the kitchen I heard a deep sensual male voice say, " So, she awakens." I stopped in my tracks and turned towards the voice just as he flicked on the lights and I pulled a very grotesque face as my eyes adjusted to the light and he chuckled. I was stuck for words, so I walked over to him and flung myself in his arms saying thank you over and over again. And he held me again. He said his name was Kane Weatherly and I told him my name. Kelly Walker. I explained to him about my husband an das I spoke I could see his anger growing and he pulled me into his arms saying no one will ever hurt me again. He carried me up to his bedroom the whole time looking into my eyes saying that he would never ever let me be hurt again. He lay me on his bed and undressed me so slowly, like he was worshiping my body. He kissed all over my naked body. He was stimulating places I didn't even know you could stimulate. I fell in love with him that night while we were making love. I woke up in his arms the next morning and he was smiling down at me, then the doorbell went. He got out of bed and pulled on some pants and I followed after him pulling on his bath robe. We went to the door holding hands and as he opened the door. My smile faded. Standing on the other side of the door was my husband. To be Continued... Knight in Shining Armour Today I will be lazy, so much to do but I don't really care, this is going to be a day of decadence and self absorption, they come few and far between. All feelings of guilt about this long gone I plan the day ahead. You are at work today, I expect no visitors so my time is my own . Its midday so I make some lunch, something naughty it's the theme of the day. I put on my favourite CD something exotic, then grab a towel, some rose scented bath oil and head for the bath, its steaming hot now and I take off my clothes in front of the mirror. Looking at my self I'm not sure whether to admire what I see or feel mildly disappointed at my own imperfections. Curves full, round, scars reminding me of things Id rather forget. The coldness of the surrounding air makes my nipples hard, I run my palms over them and enjoy the brief sensation that brings. I step into the bath. Ease my self into the hot water, a layer of oil covering my body making it silken smooth, and shiny under the dimmed light. I lie back and relax listening to the sweet sounds of harps in the background, oh to disappear from the world like this for a time its so soothing. I drift in and out of light sleep, as I do this I think of you. As I always seem to do. I think of the times you have touched me, caressed me so well, I imagine your body, your beautiful lithe body. The feel of your skin against mine, it never ceases to excite me and move me. Occasionally I wonder if I deserve you, my doubts of my own worth still present, though getting less for every day I know you. I've never dealt with such kindness, selflessness before, It both warms my heart and scares me. Is it all too good to be true, will I wake up and it all be gone . Putting these thoughts aside for another day, I continue to think of the love we have made, the tender kisses, seductive embraces and I begin to feel aroused. Warmth builds in my groin, a distant pulse beating between my legs. A shiver runs down my spine in response to these sensations and slowly I begin to touch my body as my mind holds on to an image of you in all your beauty. I run my fingers over my now hard nipples, slowly circling them with my finger tips, the oil allowing them to run smoothly, I feel them harden further. Taking each between my thumb and index finger I roll each nipple gently, occasionally pulling softly. Every sensation in my body now heightened I arch and sigh in pleasure. Continuing this for a few minutes I am becoming more and more aroused, as I think of how you touch me. I know I will never tire of the way you feel in my arms, and I wish you were here with me now. I continue to roll my left nipple between my fingers and slowly slide my right hand between my legs, parting them slightly as I do. Using the tips of my fingers I glide my hand back and forward, over my clit, I'm so sensitive I feel every small stroke, my breathe drawing in each time I do so. Changing pace after a few minutes of this I allow my two fingers to enter me after each downward stroke, going deep inside then coming back over my clit. This feels so nice, but its nothing compared to the way I feel when you touch me in this way. Rubbing and stroking, continuing to let my fingers slide in and out of me, my breathing becomes very shallow and I feel the tension building fast between my legs. A little frustrated that I cannot get enough sensation thru the water, I decide to hop out of the bath and continue on the bed. I lie on my stomach having put a towel under me, the cold air on my body making me shudder a little and my nipples stand hard. Feverishly I begin to rub my self again, my butt raised slightly off the bed, my fingers part my lips, exposing myself a little further so I can roll my fingers around in small circles, my mind now hazy as the pleasure becomes intense and I moan softly. In my haze I am strangely aware of a presence in the room, almost too distracted to notice I continue. Rubbing, rolling occasionally allowing two fingers to slide inside, god I so wish you were here with me now. The side of the bed drops slightly with the weight of a body and I now know, that you have been here all the time and watching me, give myself pleasure. I look around to you and you smile ever so slightly. I go to turn and great you, but you shake your head and kneel behind me lifting my butt higher off the bed, lowering your face down to my wetness. Kneeling in this position I feel your fingers enter me, stroking in and out, your thumb lightly running over my clit. Oh you so know how to please me, I rock slowly back and forward to you. You then crouch further and begin to lick me, rolling your tongue back and forward over me, sliding it inside occasionally and I shudder . I feel you run your hardness around me in circles teasing me, allowing the tip of you to enter only slightly and I beg for you to enter me. I want you so badly inside me now. Very slowly you guide your full length inside of me, so that we can feel each and every sensation as you do, I so love it when you do this, and I tighten myself around you. Gently and fluently you begin to make love to me, sliding so freely with my wetness you glide in deep and I feel you harden further with every stroke. Your hands gently stroking my back as you move . Pressure inside both of us rising now I urge you to lie down behind me on your side, lifting my leg in the air and arching my self to you, you curl in behind me, your hands cupping my breasts,fondling my nipples, I feel your sweet kisses on the back of my neck, as you enter me from behind. I so love to have you wrapped around me like this, I feel so safe and secure your body enfolding me this way. I shiver uncontrollably as I feel the full length of you slide in and out of me as your hand reaches around and caresses between my legs. My head resting under your cheek I feel your rapid breath on my face, the softness of your skin touching mine and I feel so happy. Building speed now the feel of you inside me, stroking and penetrating deeply is driving us both wild and we moan softly together. I whisper to you between rapid breaths," cum with me honey, fill me ." These words heighten your arousal even further and your fingers roll frantically over my clit as I feel your heat build so much within me I, closing my eyes,I writhe with you in sheer pleasure. The pleasure we feel builds to an indescribable peak and I contract repeatedly around you. At the same time I feel the warmth of your juices flow within me over and over . After many blissful seconds of this, we fall exhausted to the bed, your knees curled up behind mine, your face nuzzled into the back of my neck, arms securely around my waist. Taking your hand I kiss it gently, place it on my heart and hold it there. After moments I turn to face you, wrap my knee around your waist, and say " I always know you will come to my rescue," and we kiss longingly again. Knight in Shining Armour He walked out; slammed the door which shook the whole flat. He left me as he always did, battered and bruised, I sobbed, I felt weak, I was afraid and I was lonely. Let me tell you what led up to that particular day. I never saw him apart from once at the end of every week - on payday. He usually wait's for me to get home on Fridays in my flat. I'm always petrified of going back home to my flat on payday, as I know he would be there. From when I get off the bus and walk the ten minutes back to the flat, I shiver, shake and perspire. It never ends well. He's there for what seems like ages but in reality only fifteen minutes may have passed. It was Friday, I got the usual brown envelope from work - my pay check and I waited at the bus stop. It was a half an hour journey to home, only one more stop and then it's my stop. My stomach started to pain, my hands and my head started to perspire. I felt sick and was very hungry at the same time, I hadn't had a proper lunch - I never did. I work in an office building as a cleaner, my name is Adel and I'm fifty five years old. Never married, but had a son. I lived alone in a one bedroom council flat in a high raised building. The father of my son left me when he found out I was pregnant. I brought up my son Mitch... on my own; he's twenty two and lives... not with me. I walked up the dimly lit street, abandoned cars lay everywhere and yet again another car burned nearby. Not the best place in town, renowned for its drug dealers and the low lives that haunted the place. But it was home for me, it's the only thing I had and the only place I could afford - free by the grace of the city council. I say free but it just comes out of my allowance. As I approached my building, one of five tall buildings, I looked up and there he was, leant over the balcony, smoked and looked down at me, made sure I came straight up. The lifts didn't work, they hadn't done in years. I walked up ten flights of stairs before I walked along a long narrow pathway. To one side was the wrought iron railing 'The balcony,' this looked out to the depressing car park and tonight's entertainment yet again was a burning car. To the other side were the black doors to each of the faceless flats. I saw him in the distance as he puffed away and smiled cynically. He waited for me to get closer. The door to my flat was open, he had a key and I was too frightened to ever get the locks changed. If I had he would have just kick in the door and beaten me up more for doing so. I'd had a particularly hard day that Friday and the smells of the cleaning fluids were much stronger around me. I was used to it and could not distinguish it from perfume. My eyes closed upon his sight and the closeness of him made me panic. I physically shook and I could not speak properly around him. I walked at a laboured pace, I was so tired and had no strength. I was just a few meters away when he rushed towards me and grabbed my arm, he pulled me along and in through the door, he said, "Come on hurry up you stupid cow." He kicked the door closed behind us; he pushed me by the hold he had on my arm and then let go. He said, "Well where is it," as he held out his dirty open palm. I could see on his badly tattooed outstretched arm, the needle marks blatantly evident of his abuse of drugs. He always seemed on a low when he came to see me, well, not to see me but to extort my hard earned money. I reached into my handbag and he said, "Come on hurry up, I haven't got all fuckin' day. And you fuckin' stink, been rolling around in shit again ave yeah!" My hand trembled as I reached in; I looked into my bag and saw the unopened brown envelope. I had just got hold of it when he lurched forwards and grabbed the bag. He put the cigarette into his mouth and got the envelope out himself. He threw my bag back at me and said, "Stupid cow here it is... couldn't you see it! You blind fuck." I bent down to pick up my bag and he ripped open the envelope, he said, "So how much you got this week?" He took out all the money and threw the ripped empty envelope in my direction and again he said, "Stupid cow! Is this all of it?" It was all I made in the week; I never opened the envelopes, because I knew he'd beat me up just for doing that. He counted out the money then looked with anger at me; he came forwards and slapped me. I almost fell to the ground. He said, "That's not all of it! Where's the rest you cunt, been drinking it away!" I could not speak; I cowered and shook my head as if to say no. He asked again, "Come on then bitch, where's the rest?" He slapped me again and I fell to the ground, he was going to kick me so I brought up my legs to my chest and his kick landed on my shins. He wore hard cobbled boots, they cut me and my legs started to bleed. He bent down and shouted in my ear, "Where's... the fucking... rest? I had my hands raised up across my face, I didn't look up but just managed to say, "I only worked from Wednesday, I wasn't well." That was a lie, although I was well I had bad bruises on my face from his last visit and I was too embarrassed to explain that to work colleagues. He picked up a bowl from a table nearby, he threw it at my face, I managed to move but it hit the floor and smashed, a piece flew and cut my cheek. He turned and said, "Lying bitch." He put most of the money into his pocket and just a small amount on to the table as he said, "Ere that's yours, you're fuckin' lucky to get any this week. Shit! You had better make sure I get more next week, you hear!" He lit another cigarette, drew a big breath on it. He bent down and blew smoke into my face, I held my breath but I still coughed from it. He stood tall over me; with one of his boots he pushed on my knees, to make me lower them. He then lightly tapped at my pussy and said, "Give that stupid job up, you should whore yourself out, you'd make a fuck load more money." He kicked my legs again, oh hell that hurt. He walked out slamming the door... that was Mitch... my son. So after he left I cleaned myself up and had something to eat from what little he left in the fridge, just some odds and ends. I went to bed and stayed in my flat for the whole of the weekend. I tended to my wounds. If it were not the wounds, I would have stayed in anyway - I had no real life outside these four walls. I can always hide the cuts and bruises on my legs; the cut on my cheek was not too bad. So Monday I made my usual miserable journey back to work. When I got to work I was told that two cleaners had left and another was off sick. Shit! That meant I would have to do much more... again! But then I was told that there was someone coming in to help, just one person the agency had sent to cover the three that were not there, great! I had just finished cleaning one of the ladies toilets and I walked out into the corridor, I was pulling out the trolley, I had my back into the corridor. I bumped into another person who also came out of the other toilets, the men's. And we both bumped our arses together. We both stood up straight and looked at each other. He put out his hand and said, "Sorry... Keith... sorry." I had slightly wet hands so I just sort of clapped and rubbed them together and took hold of his to shake. I said, "Adel... probably my fault, I'm sorry." He stared at my face, must have seen the cut on it and said, "That looks nasty." I held a hand up to it and said, "O, it's nothing just a stupid accident at the weekend." He lightly pulled my hand away and looked at it again and said, "Does look nasty, needs a couple of stitches I would say." I turned my face and said, "It'll be fine I'm sure." We both grabbed our trollies and moved to the next toilets, as we walked we talked. He said, "I'm from the agency, helping out." I smiled and said, "That's nice we are a bit short at the moment." He seemed a nice man, like me a little overweight, looked to be older than me but still this side of sixty I would have said. Through our chat I got from him that he was single and lived alone just like me. He had been married twice before but they did not work out. He lived on the other side of town; he had a car but not his own place, a council place like me. He had two kids; both married, worked and lived abroad. We ended the first day well; I got to know Keith and was a bit taken by him. Next day we chatted and even had lunch together, he had a large lunch box with three sandwiches, crisps and a slice of cake, yogurt and two cans of coke. I had a cup of coffee and a very drab looking bread roll, all I could afford. He offered me his cake or at least a share of it, I refused but he insisted. And that was it, a sort of spark had lit, and Keith made me forget about Mitch for a few brief moments in the day. I had not been with a man for a long time, would not even know how to go about it. As a couple of weeks went by we became friendlier with each other, we even exchanged addresses, not as in written down but as descriptive locations, he knew of mine, but I was not sure of his. I looked forward to going into work and seeing him. On Mondays he always noticed the cuts and bruises I had, or if I walked a bit funny after the kicking Mitch may have given to me. I think he was getting suspicious as to something not being right. Keith always asked about my inflictions, but I made some sort of excuse, I never told him about Mitch. But I could tell Keith never believed my stories. Come the following Monday I did not want to go into work, the beating I got from Mitch on the Friday before left me in a very bad state. I could hardly walk from his kicking, and his punches to my arms left me so that I could hardly lift them. I mustered up the energy to go in on Tuesday; I needed the money. And over lunch Keith and I sat opposite each other in our usual place, we chatted and he again commented on a bruise I had on my chin, I said it was from a trip I had and landed into a cupboard, but I could see in his eyes he did not believe me. He asked why I was not in on Monday, I told him I had to stop in for a delivery. Again I don't think I convinced him. Then the next day, Wednesday, when it was just ten minutes before home time, I was putting things away in the store room, I did not realise anyone was in there. I turned the light off and was about to leave when a voice came from the other end, "Leave it on please, I'll turn it off in a minute." It was Keith, I recognised his voice. I turned the light back on and I shouted out, "Keith, is that you?" He shouted back, "Yes, I'll just be a minute." I was going to leave but something made me stay. And as I waited where I was and turned, Keith walked out towards me from around the corner. He was dressed in shorts and a running top, trainers on his feet. I said, "You look... very sporty!" I could see he was embarrassed, he said, "Oh, you still here." I looked at him up and down, I asked, "So you off for a jog?" He lifted his head and said, "Yes... I need to burn off the lunches I love to have." We chatted some more and for those few brief moments he always made me feel like a person, not a punching bag. I began to like him more and more. He never made advances on me; he was always polite and gentlemanly. I knew as soon as he went through that door and left, my life would be shit yet again - till the next day when I could see Keith again. He went to walk past me, he dropped his head and said, "Excuse me, I'll see you tomorrow." I put my arm out and stopped him, he looked straight at me and I grabbed his face and kissed him. I pushed myself up against him and pinned him to the wall. I kissed him with passion and lust. I had not kissed a man for a long time and it felt nice when he reacted and kissed me back. He placed his arms around me and hugged me tight, we kissed for several minutes, and my hairy pussy spoke to me in dribbles. I felt his cock getting harder as I ground my bulk on it. His hands travelled down to my arse and he pulled me closer, tighter and harder onto his hardened friend. Then all of a sudden as if a mutual agreement had been signed, we both released each other and stood apart. We said nothing to each other, we wiped our wet slimy mouths and were about to go our separate ways. He opened the door and left, I stood there, eyes closed and thought 'What the hell did I do?' Did I just end our friendship? I knew it had only been a matter of weeks, but I got to know and maybe not love, but felt like a deep friendship had been built, had that just ended? Oh fuck, I really thought that was the end. I went home that night and half cried myself to sleep. My pussy cried for attention but I could not get myself to satisfy its need. I felt so low, I felt so drained and I felt like I had just lost the one caring person I had in my life, even though it had only been less than a month of knowing him. He did not come in on Thursday, lunch was a sorry affair. I could not sit at the table we usually sat at. I quietly sobbed as I ate my meagre sandwich. That afternoon went real slow, I could not wait to get home and sleep, again I had lost the will to live. What had I done? I knew roughly where he lived, but I did not want to invade his privacy and make myself look like an idiot or an overaged love struck woman. What would I say to him? I had no idea. As I finished for the day and was in the store room, I stood just where I was before I kissed him. It made me cry out loud, for six or seven minutes I could not control myself, tears just ran and my throat closed like I was being suffocated. I had to sit down and calm down. That night I hardly ate anything at home, I felt my world had crumbled around me and what made it a thousand times worse, was that it was Friday tomorrow. I didn't feel like going in in the morning, but I had to go if only to collect my wages. Otherwise I may not be alive on Saturday, due to having no money for Mitch. I went in and what drove me on was the hope that Keith would be there. He wasn't, that alone pulled my very soul from my body. I did my shift, I collected my wages and I went home in fear as usual. I got off the bus and my fearing body went through its weekly routine, the shivers, the bodily shakes and the feverish sweat. My laboured steps towards my flat's building took me past the rotting rusty cars. I heard a noise, like a car door closing, I clutched my handbag tight. I didn't look, my heart raced and I walked a bit faster. Then a voice, he said, "Adel, it's me... Adel its Keith! Stop I want to talk to you please." I was so glad to hear that voice it ran a godly calm through my whole body; I stopped in my tracks and turned sideways towards him. He walked towards me and I smiled, it was him, it was Keith. And in my heart I was pleased, just so thrilled to see him, but, there was a big but in my head. I could not ask Keith to come up with me, Mitch would be there. As Keith approached, he had a big bouquet of flowers in his hand and a long bag like a bottle bag in the other. He came up to me and said, "I'm sorry for not letting you know that I would not be in to work for a couple of days. It only came to me after I had left you that evening... you know after we kissed. It wasn't anything to do with the kiss; I was just off on another site... sorry." He leant forwards and kissed me on the cheek, I was happy and sad at the same time. He said, "Can we talk for a minute." I looked up to my building and saw Mitch by my flat, he had his arms on the railings and I could see him puff his cigarette, he looked down at us. I turned to Keith and said, "Not right now... but on Monday maybe." He had noticed me looking up and saw I had an anxious look on my face, he too looked up and saw Mitch, Keith turned back to me and said, "Ah, you have company already I see." I quickly jumped in, I said, "Oh no, he's not... he's no one, just someone who lives in the next flat." He put the flowers under his arm and grabbed my hand, he said, "So, if there's no one at home right now, I'll only be a few minutes and then leave you alone to your evening." I really did not want Keith to come up; I knew that would only stir up more trouble for me. I held Keith's hand but did not step forward, he looked back at me, pulled my arm and said, "Come on Adel, let's get out of the cold." I screwed up my eyes and took in a deep breath; I squeezed his hand tight and thought 'Okay, if Keith's with me then maybe, just maybe Mitch won't try anything.' I apprehensively stepped forward and we walked. His hand felt nice and warm, a bit rugged, his fingers were thick but he seemed gentle as well. My heart screamed out telling me that taking Keith up was not going to end well with Mitch there. As we walked Keith turned to me and said, "You're shaking Adel!" I didn't look at him, I just barley whispered, "I feel a bit cold, sorry." We had reached the top of the stairs and I could see Mitch ahead, Keith said, "Don't worry; we'll soon have you warmed up." Mitch was leant on the railings with his arms folded, he stood up straight and as we got closer he said, "Got a body guard now have ya." I let go of Keith's hand and said, "No, this is Keith, he's a friend form work." Keith stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, I'm Keith, and you are?" Mitch just stood there, did not shake Keith's hand he just smoked his cigarette looked to Keith and said, "So you're mum's new squeeze!" Keith lowered his hand and said, "I'm not sure what you mean... I'm just as Adel has said, a friend from work." The door to my flat was open; Mitch had already been in and helped himself to anything that may have been in the fridge as usual. He usually looks around the place to make sure I haven't hidden anything from him. I walked in and said, "That's my son Mitch, come in... please." Keith walked behind me and Mitch followed through; I asked Keith to go and take a seat in the front room, and told him that I'd just be a minute to talk to Mitch. I walked into the kitchen and Mitch followed me. I could see a plate with crumbs on it; a half-eaten loaf of bread with the bread knife besides it and an empty glass on the table, Mitch had obviously helped himself. I had my back to Mitch and he grabbed my shoulder and spun me round, he said, "Come on let's have it." I put my handbag on to the table and started to take my coat off, he put out his cigarette stub on the plate and grabbed my handbag and he started to open it. I hung my coat up onto the back of a chair and as I turned round I saw Keith in the doorway behind Mitch. Keith said, "What's a nice boy like you doing with your mum's bag; hasn't anyone told you that's rude?" I could see Mitch grab the bag by the straps; he swung it around to hit Keith on the head. Keith stepped back and the bag missed him. Mitch stood upright and said to Keith, "Piss off old man, none of your fuckin' business." Keith stepped forwards very close to Mitch, face to face and he said, "If you carry on like this, I'm going to make it my business." Mitch said, "Fuck-off old man," and punched Keith in the stomach. Keith was taken aback and he stumbled backwards, but then stood upright again and said, "Is that your best shot, sonny!" Mitch threw the bag in my direction and quickly spun round and punched Keith in the face with his clenched fist. As he hit Keith, I shouted, "Stop it! Mitch just stop it!" Blood ran from the side of Keith's mouth, Mitch bent down and ran towards Keith and tackled him to the ground. He started to punch Keith in the head. Keith fought back with punches of his own; he struck Mitch in the face two or three times. I did not know what to do, I was shouting at Mitch to get off. I went to pull Mitch off of Keith, but Mitch elbowed me and hit me in the face and I fell to the side. Keith saw and said, "You little shit, is that how you treat your mother." Knight in Shining Armour Keith managed to throw Mitch to one side and both stood up. Mitch went to kick Keith and Keith stepped out of the way but managed to land a punch to Mitch's face. Now there was blood on his face as well, lots of it. Keith kicked Mitch in the stomach and landed another punch to his face on the other side, Keith said, "I can see where your mum gets all the cuts and bruises from. You're such a bastard, a fuckin' junky." Mitch tried to punch Keith again but Keith side stepped him and punched Mitch in the stomach and said, "Now get out before I throw you out, you fuckin' cunt." Mitch looked at me, blood ran down his face and said, "This arse hole's not going to be here forever." Mitch turned and threw the door open, he walked out holding his nose and stomach. Keith waked just to outside the door and shouted to Mitch, "This arse hole just may be here forever. Don't come back... ever." Keith came back in and closed the door, he locked it. Not that that's stopped Mitch before. I had got back up and ran towards Keith, I held my hand to his blooded face, I said, "You should not have involved yourself, I didn't want you to even meet him, I'm sorry." I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the kitchen. I sat him down and got a towel, I wetted it to clean up his face. I said, "I'm sorry to cause you all this trouble, sorry." While I cleaned him up I noticed Keith as he looked at the table, the empty crumbed plate, the cup and half eaten loaf together with the knife that was on the table. Keith said, "Don't be sorry, I've dealt with many people like that, he's not the first." I cleaned him up and myself as best as I could, I put the kettle on and asked him if he'd like a cup of tea. He went through into the front room as I made and took the tea to him. I put the cups down onto a coffee table where he had placed the flowers and the bottle bag. He got up and handed me the flowers, he kissed me on the lips and said, "I didn't plan it like this but these are for you. And there's a bottle of wine there as well when you feel up to it." I took the flowers and said, "What have I done to deserve this." He smiled and said, "Just a small token for being a friend and you made me very happy." I asked, "Happy, what do you mean?" He smiled and said, "I know I'm no Brad Pitt, but when you kissed me, well... let's just say I hadn't been kissed like that in a long while." I blushed and said, "Thank you, I'll put them in some water," and gave him a kiss back. I walked into the kitchen and filled up the sink with water and placed the flowers in it. I went to a side cupboard and took out two glasses. I waked through to Keith and said, "I feel like having something stronger than tea, care to join me?" He reached into the bag and opened the bottle of wine. We both sat and chatted mainly consoled each other. After a glass he stood, he said, "Thank you Adel, you're a very kind and generous person. But that son of yours though, he needs to be sorted out. It's not right how he treats you." I stood and faced him, I took hold of both his hands which dangled low by his sides, I said, "Oh don't worry about him, I can handle him." I knew I couldn't handle my son; he's beaten me up something rotten every week, and has done for the last three years. And in my heart I knew Keith knew as well that I was not telling the truth, fresh scars and bruises at the start of every week proved that. But I didn't want Keith to involve himself, to put himself in danger because of me, I wasn't worth it. I said, "Please stay a bit longer, I'll make you something to eat." He squeezed my hands and said, "I'd love to stay, but I should go." I threw my arms around him and kissed him, I hugged him so tight he was my 'Knight in shining armour.' He soon kissed me back and hugged me too. The kiss lasted around five minutes which started torridly but ended very lovingly, very sensual and very tenderly. As we parted and inch or so, I said, "Please stay, I want you to stay, I... I need to be loved." He kissed me on the lips and nodded his head, we both let go of each other, he sat and I poured out some more wine for us both. I had asked him again if he wanted something to eat but he said no. So we both sat, we talked while we held each other's hands and finished the bottle of wine. I had finished my wine first; he was just a sip behind. As he finished and put the glass down, I took hold of his hand; we looked at each other, no smiles, no expressions at all. We just stared into each other's eyes, each of us lost in our own individual thoughts for a minute. I stood and pulled slightly on his held hand, I closed my eyes and said, "Please." He stood and I led him to my bedroom. There was no rush, no haste, no urgency, as we took our clothes off and I got into bed, under a sheet. I held my hand out and he took hold of it, he kissed the back as I lifted the sheet up for him. He came and lay besides me and we kissed. That time we were completely naked and I enjoyed the bodily warmth and human touch on my bruised skin. Although parts hurt to be touched, it was a pain I could ignore for the moment we were in. We kissed and our hands ran around each other's bodies, we felt every part as if it were something we had never encountered before. We rolled each other over and back, we never disengaged from our kiss. He kissed me like it was his last kiss on earth; he ran his hands over my naked body like he was never going to touch it again. We never spoke a word as he rolled me over and onto my back; I knew after all those barren years I was to feel like a woman again. I opened my legs, I felt his hot cock enter me and I groaned passionately into his mouth. It had been a very long time since I had had a cock in my pussy. He fucked me slow and sensually. I had an orgasm almost instantly and I felt the orgasmic sensations after many years again that only a cock could give a woman. I placed my legs around his back and I wanted him to just fuck me through the night. He did, he kept fucking me for another ten minutes when I had my second amazing orgasm. I had to break our kiss and my eyes shut tightly as my body went through an orgasmic ecstasy. He kept fucking me as my body calmed, but my pussy still felt so nice having a cock pumping in it. We gazed into each other's eyes and he said, "Thank you, it's been a long time for me too." He released four to five cum loads and rolled off me. I was so happy again as my pussy leaked cum, we lay panting; I held his hand as we both reflected in the afterglow. We turned to each other and we embraced. I fell into the most blissful sleep I had had in years while I held him tightly, I never wanted that moment to fade away. But fade away it did, when I woke in the morning he had gone. I put on a gown and made my way to make a cup of tea. My whole body was still a glow and my heart was full of glee. I had not been that happy for a long, long time, I could not wait to see him again. I hoped he would come round at the weekend, but he did not show. As I made my tea, I cleared up the mess made on the table, I picked up the knocked over furniture and items on the ground from their fight the night before. I got hold of my tea and was going into the front room, a thought entered into my head; I turned and looked back at the table, I could not see the knife. I looked into the sink and it was not there, just the flowers, they made me smile. Monday I went with a skip and a jump in my step to work. Then a deep sorrow to find he was not there, on that day I sat at our table for lunch and just thought of him being there with me, thought of the things we talked about, thought of the feelings I felt for him. He was not there on Tuesday or the next day, he was not there the whole week. Come Friday, I dreaded even more deeply about Mitch's return. The usual fear took hold of my body as I got off the bus and walked through my council estate. It was raining, very hard, a thunderstorm brewed up; I had no umbrella to protect me. I turned the corner and took a deep breath. I took a glance up towards my flat. The rain fell so hard it felt like pin prick on my face. I expected to see Mitch there, smoking, waiting for me. But he was not there, maybe with the rain he waited in the flat? But no, he was not there either. Mitch never showed up that evening nor that weekend. Instead of jumping for joy, my thoughts ran back to Kevin and last week. I reflected in the words he had said to me while we talked, before he made love to me, he had said, "Mitch, he'll be no more trouble for you."