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Stoking the Fire

By: conrad_jet



The rain was falling when I got home. I knew Carla was there, I could smell her fragrance in the air. The house was cool, the sound of the rain drops on the galvanized roof relaxing as I dropped my bag and headed into the bedroom, pealing off the tee shirt as I went.

She lay on the bed. 

Thunder rolled in the distance.

She was naked, one hand across her eyes and the other between her open legs, her fingers making small circles around her clit.

"I could help you with that," I said.

Her lips curled up into a smile and she moaned, her hands still over her eyes. "Is that so," she said. "Come show me what you got."

The rumble of the thunder was closer.

I kicked my shoes off and freed myself on my slacks and boxers. Climbing onto the bed, the sound of the wind against the side of the house picking up I took her hand away from her eyes and her crotch and held them over her head.

I kissed her, my tongue searching the depths of her mouth. The warmth of her breasts against my chest, he nipples pricking me, the soft brush of her pubic hair as she rolled her hips beneath me teasing me, sent the blood down to my dick which was already on its way up.

I kissed her cheek, moving down the side of her neck, releasing her hands, placing them one on each breast squeezing the supple warm flesh that yearned to be kissed. I rewarded the yearning kissing both before moving to the one on the left, making circles around the nipples, circles that got smaller with each revolution until my mouth was wrapped around the firm flesh, sucking on it. 

The ferocity of the rain increased.

Carla moaned as I moved over to the next breast, teasing the tip of her nipple with my tongue before I enveloped it in my mouth, sucking on it, squeezing it between my lips as I pulled up.

She moaned, "Ahhhhhh!" The sound was music to my ears as I moved down her stomach, running my tongue down past her belly button, down the slit of her wet pussy then on the inside of her left thigh I kissed. Then the right side and back up to her pussy, the silky hair tickling my noses as I parted her lips and buried my tongue inside.

Her back arched as I moved my stiff tongue around the inside of her pussy, then outside, then flicking it against, her clit, enjoying the shiver of her body each time my tongue touched her.

Her hands were now on my head, pulling me down onto her clit. The sucking drove her wild, as the sounds she made drove me wild.

"Uhhh!" She cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Uhhhhh!"

I never listened to her, so I kept going, slipping my fingers inside her wet pussy, hot and wet, moving them in and out slowly, feeling her hips moving, in circles as she joined the rhythm. 

I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. I needed to fuck her and even though I knew it was good for her, my fingers couldn't cum but my dick sure as hell could still I kept going, taking her up and up, almost to the climax then bringing her down as I slipped my fingers out and climbed up on her.

She took my fingers and placed them in her mouth, sucking on her juices.

I slipped my dick inside her; taking her legs I lifted them up and pressed them back against her, holding them up, my hands behind her knees. 

Slow stroking, moving in and out of her, sliding in easily, the bed creaking each time I pulled back I started going faster. Her hands were above her head, around the bars that made up the backboard.

The thrusts into her grew harder and faster as motivation from her moaning and crying. The faster I went the more she moaned and I liked it hence I went faster, slamming my lower body onto her, pushing my dick deeper and deeper inside her pussy.

It was hot and wet. It was as if it was a furnace and my dick was the poker stirring it up. 

"Fuck me harder!" She cried as thunder rolled shaking the walls. "Harder! Harder!"

"Yes," escaped my lips as I licked my lips the pursed them increasing the pace of my thrusts into her body and the strength I put behind each, increasing it so much she began sliding up on the bed slowly.

Her body glistened with sweat, it beaded on her brow. Her face was contorted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her mouth was opened and her head was thrown back.

I could feel my cum as I could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around my dick, squeezing it. She was coming. Her body was shaking besides from my rapid pumping of her pussy, splashing some of her wetness as I did. Her body was quaking. Her face reddened and her knuckles whitened as she squeezed on the bars harder and harder.

"UHHHHHHH!!!" Erupted from her throat just as I erupted inside her, my cum rushing up into her pussy, filling her with more fire.

I flopped down on her, feeling the wetness of her stomach, her breasts as I kissed her. I remained inside her. She still rocked on my dick from beneath me.

"Did I help?" I whispered in her ear after nibbling on the ear lobe for a second.

"If I say yeah will you help later?"

I smiled. "Of course. That's why I married you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I though you only married me so you could stoke my furnace with your poker and keep me warm."

I laughed. "That too, when it cools down, I'll stoke it later."

"It's cool now…" She smiled mischievously.

"Well let's stoke it again."

Stoking the Fire Ch. 01



Chris was early. It was nerves. It was his first day as a newly-promoted Trainee Fireman. He'd been promoted at the end of the previous season, and this was his first turn in his new role. He'd read the roster and seen that his Fireman, and therefore mentor, was someone called J. High whom he had not come across before.

Chris unlocked the workshop and went through to the mess room to put the kettle on, change into his overalls and read the notices. Once done, he filled his water bottle and took his bag, donkey jacket and mug of tea out to the rostered loco. Dumping his things on the footplate, he climbed up into the cab and hung up his bag and jacket.

The normal safety checks done (regulator closed, mid-gear, cocks open and handbrake on) he checked the gauge glass. The boiler was two-thirds full, so that was OK. The water tank, on the other hand was not, so he put the hose in and turned it on. As a trainee, he couldn't do any more, so he started polishing the cab brass.

Twenty minutes later he saw a skinny individual approaching the loco. "Hello," a slightly high pitched voice, Chris noted, "You must be Chris. I'm Joe, your fireman."

"Hi." Chris said, looking into a lean, clean face with no trace of a beard. Late twenties was his estimate of Joe's age, but that didn't phase him as all railway promotions are based on merit, and he'd been supervised as a Cleaner by people less than 20 years old. He thought to himself "Gosh, I bet he finds firing hard. He's not exactly large."

They both settled down to the lighting up routine, with Joe turning out as a really good teacher, greatly increasing Chris' confidence. They also got on well together, sharing many of the same interests. Chris discovered that Joe was a GP with an incisive mind and love for words. They bantered together with alternative meanings and esoteric phrases.

Joe left Chris in charge when he went off with the driver to change into their 'cleans'. As soon as Joe returned, Chris went off and changed while the driver went to collect the token. As Chris came out of the workshop, the driver handed him the token, and Chris went to the ground frame to let them out of the yard, shunt the carriages and hook on ready to depart.

After the first stop, Joe told Chris to take over, offering the occasional word of advice. Chris had trouble making the boiler-mounted injector pick up, so Joe told Chris to feel what he did. "Put your hand over mine and I'll tell you what to feel for." As Chris covered Joe's hand on the steam feed wheel, he felt a strange sensation which made him uncomfortable, and caused Joe to say "Come on, concentrate on my hand and the feel of the feed. Can you feel the injector singing now?"

The only thing Chris could feel was the singing of his blood in his veins. He thought, "What the hell is going on here?" trying desperately to understand his reactions.

Later in the day he brushed against Joe as Joe moved to one side to let him out of the cab to exchange the token. This time his body felt as if he had received an electric shock and his face felt hot. It came to him in a flash. He knew that feeling and now recognised the feeling from covering Joe's hand on the steam feed. It was sexual arousal. "Oh my God," he thought, "I'm reacting to a MAN."

Chris was hugely troubled by this, as it had never happened to him before. He was very attracted to women, but had never felt anything like this towards a man before. It made him wary, and he kept more distance between himself and Joe. It troubled him that he had got on so well with him and liked him so much beforehand. A startling thought occurred to him. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing to change his sexual orientation, since he had made such a mess of his last relationship with a girl.

The rest of the day was a bit strained, although Joe still gave out encouragement and help. Finally Chris was at the ground frame again letting the loco back into the yard. They all three worked hard to dispose of the fire and set the loco up for the next day. The only thing that slightly puzzled Chris was Joe's insistence to the driver that they didn't take any more coal.

Finally they dragged their tired bodies into the mess to take off their overalls. As they reached the mess, Joe took off his greasetop hat, and out tumbled shoulder length auburn hair. He shook his head to loosen the hair and it glinted flecks of gold in the sun slanting through the window.

"Wow, I didn't know that was under there." Chris commented. Joe smiled.

They started taking off their overalls, and as Joe peeled his down, Chris suddenly noticed he had unusually large pecs. Then he did a double take and realised that Joe, whom he had thought was a skinny short bloke, was actually Jo, a very beautiful lithe girl with small breasts.

Chris suddenly relaxed and laughed out loud with relief. He wasn't misunderstanding his sexual orientation. His body had recognised what his mind had obscured. To the questioning looks of his colleagues, Chris announced rather red-faced, "I thought you were a bloke, Jo." Her saucy smile made him weak with desire, but he had no idea whether she was spoken for.

They all laughed heartily at his mistake, and washed up to go to their respective lodgings for the night. He was too embarrassed by his mistake to ask her anything further that night. He also realised that his late 20s estimate of Joe's age should probably have been early 40s for the stunning Jo, nearer his age.

Chris' excitement at being on again with Jo the next day made him even earlier than yesterday. As Chris approached the engine again the next morning it was making a noise he didn't recognise. Fearing that something was wrong, he climbed up into the cab to investigate. Nothing. After checking round, he hung up his bag and jacket before climbing down to check if he could hear it again outside. Again nothing. Shrugging his shoulders, he went off to the mess to put on his overalls.

When he got back to the engine, Jo was already there, still in her 'civvies'. He couldn't help admiring her curves and her wonderful mane of hair, not yet up under a cap. He told her he had heard a strange noise when he had arrived but couldn't trace it. She seemed slightly jumpy about it, but merely announced as she climbed down to go and change, "I've checked around, and there's nothing amiss." As she reached the ground, she told Chris to start lighting up.

As she had done yesterday (he smiled as he thought of yesterday and 'she') he checked the grate for clinker, then opened the coal doors to fill the grate. He was intrigued by the fall of the coal. It was sort of heaped up at the sides with a dip in the centre that was almost flat. That was why he needed to open the doors to get to the coal. Finishing with the wood and coal, he put the paraffin rag on the shovel, lit it and threw it into the firebox just as Jo climbed up onto the engine in her overalls. The wonderful hair had disappeared under her greasetop.

Chris thought the cab had shrunk suddenly from yesterday, and he was visibly turned on when she leant down to look into the firebox. As she straightened up, he turned away to hide his excitement, and pretended to wipe the cab window. "Great idea," said Jo, "You clean the glass all round, and I'll start on the boiler."

When he'd done the glass, he climbed down and went to start on the other side of the boiler. He couldn't see Jo, but he could hear her voice as they chatted over the boiler. She was as interesting as yesterday, and not being able to see her helped Chris to calm down and join in normally. He remembered yesterday thinking 'his' voice was quite high pitched. Today he couldn't get over the sexy rumble of her low (for a girl's) voice. Suddenly he had a vision of her beautiful mane reflecting the light last night, and with the effect her voice was having on him, it made a small drop form on his tip.

As the day wore on, the tight confines of the cab caused him endless pleasurable agony as they inevitably bumped into each other. At one point he deliberately fouled up the injector to get her to show him again. She said, "Right, this time you try it and I'll feel what you are doing." She put her hand on his causing a violent reaction inside him. "Now, faster ..... back a bit ..... feel the vibrations ..... NOW that's how it should feel when it's singing." The additional effect of her sexy voice almost made him come in his pants.

They still chatted as the working of the engine allowed, and he discovered that she was sleeping outside rather than in a B&B. He wasn't surprised as there were lots of holiday camp sites around. She loved looking at the stars, and only slept inside when it was raining. But she did complain that the shower was very basic. "Bit like the one in the mess," he said. He loved the way she laughed.

Again at the end of the day she wouldn't let the driver take any coal. "We need to finish it right to the bottom before it solidifies." she said.

Chris asked her if she needed a lift to her camp site. Her delightful laugh rang out again. "No thanks," she said, "I can walk".

He didn't know the area that well, but thought there were no camp sites near the loco shed. "Well, see you in the morning."

Chris was early again. Ruefully he reflected he was acting like a schoolboy with a crush. Suddenly he was aware of the same noise from the loco that he had heard yesterday. He tried walking round on the ground this time, and narrowed its location to the coal space. So he hopped up into the cab and opened the coal doors to investigate. He froze and his mouth dropped open. The same dip was there in the centre of the coal, but it was covered in an old pair of curtains that he recognised from the rag bin yesterday. On top of the curtains was a sleeping bag, and poking out of the top of the bag that beautiful mane of hair that haunted his thoughts.

But what had made him freeze was the expression of pure lust on Jo's face and the very obvious movements in the centre of the sleeping bag. She was absolutely at the peak of her orgasm, explaining why she had not heard him today, and explaining the noises he had heard both days.

As her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes, which widened on seeing him, and she flashed him a cheeky smile. "Putting in a bit of overtime?" she asked.

Chris flushed and mumbled, "sorry," turning quickly away. Her laugh floated after him.

He couldn't get the image out of his mind, and was uncomfortable around her. She on the other hand, appeared totally normal and completely unfazed. She chatted away about sleeping on the coal, telling him that on rainy days she had tried sleeping on the footplate, but it was too hot, so she moved to the mess. Now he understood her laugh at his comment about the showers on the campsite being like the one in the mess.

Once the fire was alight and all the basic jobs done, she said, "Let's have some breakfast and a brew before we start the cleaning." She produced a different shovel from the tool tunnel. It was obviously an old one and worn quite short, but it was burnished clean. "If you go to the fridge in the mess, you'll find eggs and bacon," she told Chris, "and put the kettle on while you're there. I'll want two eggs and four rashers of bacon. Bring what you would like as well."

Cooking with her al fresco was enormous fun, and Chris lost some of his inhibitions. He went off to get the tea, and they sat on the footplate eating the most delicious fry up you could ever taste, washed down with huge mugs of tea. As he relaxed he started to talk about himself and his hurt from his ex-girlfriend. She was a good listener, and just as good at helping as she was at training a fireman.

At the end of the day, they were in the mess stripping off their work gear when Chris suddenly said "Look, I've got an en-suite in my B&B. You could have a really nice shower, and I'll go out to give you the space." He wanted to be with her as long as possible, but didn't want to rush his fences, much though he would have liked to have seen her naked... At this point his mind blew a fuse. Given his luck, the last thing he needed was to make her think he was trying to seduce her and put her off.

"That's really sweet of you," she smiled at him, "I can't resist the offer of a clean shower compared to that shitty one in there." She waved in the general direction of the shower and loos in the mess.

They locked the gates to the shed and he opened the passenger door of his car for her. She slid in and her hair shimmered with the movement. She smiled her thanks up at him, and he nearly fainted with the heat it generated in him.

When they reached his B&B, he let her into his room, and was overcome seeing her beside his bed. She turned back to him as he closed the door, and said "You needn't go out you know. Just show me the bathroom. Do you mind if I go first, I've been craving this ever since the first night?"

"Go ahead," he said, "and I'll make us some tea."

The sound of the shower through the bathroom door made sparks fly through his body. His cock was so hard it was painful, his imagination working overtime visualising her in the shower soaping herself and washing that long hair. But when she emerged in a clean skirt and crisp white top, contrasting with her slightly flushed skin from the shower, his cock was spasming and releasing little spurts of lubrication into his pants.

Chris quickly disappeared into the bathroom to hide his aroused state, calling over his shoulder that the hairdryer was in the drawer and her tea ready on the side. He had his shower on virtually stone cold to bring him back to earth.

When he came out, she was lying on her side fast asleep, her head pillowed on one hand. Her hair spread out on the sheet, and her skirt was slightly rucked up revealing most of her long shapely legs. The effects of his cold shower were completely negated in an instant.

He didn't know what to do, so he sat on the upright chair and drank his tea, taking advantage of her sleep to study her minutely. Her face in repose still had slight laughter lines, with her long lashes brushing her cheeks. Her nose was straight and true, like her character he reflected, set above full lips and a clean cut jaw, all with a feint sprinkle of freckles. Her face was a perfect narrow heart shape, and he reflected that she already had his heart.

His heat rose as his study moved downwards. The first few buttons of her blouse were open, and her delicious skin with the same light dusting of freckles radiated good health. The beginning of her cleavage was just visible, revealing the gentle curves of her breasts. Her top had tightened across her breasts, and he could see her nipples pressing the fabric. He groaned, his gaze passing on down her flat stomach over her slightly bunched skirt to her silky thighs. Her legs were amazing -- long smooth curves, not too skinny, not too full, and sooo long.

He felt hot and drowsy from the long hard day and the relaxation of the shower, so got up to look out of the window and cool his face. There was no comfortable seat in the room, only the bed occupied one side by Jo, facing the window. The empty two thirds looked so inviting, so he walked round the bed and lay gently facing away from her and as far away from her as he could. He really didn't want to mess things up.

When he woke, he was warm and comfortable, and incredibly happy. He was trying to work out why, when he opened his eyes and found himself staring directly into a pair of beautiful green eyes surrounded by thick auburn hair. He could drown in the sparkling depths of those eyes. With a sense of shock he realised that not only was his arm over her torso, but her arm was over his torso too. Why hadn't she pulled away when she woke up? Then it occurred to him how incredibly sexy that was, and his body reacted instantly.

Jo watched his feelings playing over his face with an amused smile. She loved the way he was shy around her. Blokes normally reacted to her uninhibited manner by coming on far too strong. She looked straight back at him as he moved from drowsy realisation through to a full hard appreciation of their relative positions, and the slight reddening of his cheeks indicated his shyness.

"That's what made me feel comfortable coming here," she thought, "he's not pushing. In fact the reverse." His hand moved gently up to brush a stray tendril of hair from her cheek. She realised that normally she would have two reactions to that: either jumping on the man for a kiss, or an open-handed slap to discourage. Instead, his touch on her cheek was safe, comforting and sexy in a way that made her insides turn to jelly. "Bloody hell," she thought, "I think I'm falling for him."

Jo turned her head and brushed a kiss on his wrist. Chris' reaction was plain on his face, both delight and fear. The fear puzzled her.

"Hi," she said, "it seems we both rolled over in our sleep, but you were so comfortable I didn't want to disturb you."

"This girl is amazing", he thought. He tried to speak, but found his mouth so dry nothing came out. He cleared his throat, stunned that she had not moved away, and suggested "How about we go out for some food?"

She laughed, "If you hadn't suggested it, I think I would have eaten the pillows".

Although the immediate spell was broken, Chris was obviously more comfortable being near her, although still deliciously shy. They walked out together to find a place to eat. Chris' heart was singing, because not only had she left her things in his room to pick up later, but he would also have to drive her back to her "camp site".

While they ate, Jo started talking about herself. Chris loved the way her care for her patients shone through her attitude and actions. She brought their problems to life and obviously gave her all to help them. Some were heartbreaking, and he felt tears in his eyes at one point. Jo was so touched by this, and reached out to wipe away the drops with her napkin. He took her hand and kissed the back of it in what almost amounted to an old-world homage, causing her to wonder again at him.

"Why were you afraid?" she asked softly.

"Afraid? When?"

"When we were on the bed," he blushed delightfully, which made her smile, "and I kissed your wrist." He coloured even more, and Jo could sense him wanting to look away. He held her gaze, though, while conflicting emotions flew across his face again.

"I had a girlfriend," he started hesitantly, "who wanted sex all the time." He blushed slightly again. "At the beginning, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven -- what bloke wouldn't?" This time Chris blushed beetroot red, but Jo didn't smile or laugh, just took his hand gently to encourage him. He spoke up more confidently then, "I realised that she was having sex with other blokes too, despite me challenging her with it and her promising she didn't / wouldn't do it. One day I wasn't well, and came home early -- the classic scene I suppose," he mocked himself, "and found her actually orgasming on our bed." His boldness in using this word did make him look down, but Jo softly lifted his chin with her hand, leant over the table and kissed him gently on the mouth.

"I am sorry," she breathed, and it was her turn for her eyes to go moist.

"We split up after that, and I find that any intimacy now makes me afraid that I'll lose someone." He looked seriously into her eyes, and said in such a low voice that she almost missed it "You see, I get on so well with you that I want to know you better in every way." And much to his own amazement, he moved round the table, pulled her up into his arms, kissed her and breathed into her ear "Let's dance."

Jo was again amazed at her response to this. It wasn't purely sexual as had always been the case up to now. Yes, she felt that familiar tingle in her nipples and between her legs, but the crazy urge to sate it immediately wasn't there. If anything she wanted to savour it and nurture it, letting it grow until it became a powerful explosion between them. Up to now, she hadn't really cared what the bloke felt or needed provided they satisfied her. She'd had a string of what she now realised were not even sex buddies, just sex partners.




Stoking the Fire Ch. 01



The music was slow enough that they were close and moving together, and quiet because it was an eating place, not a night club. "Can I tell you some things about myself?" she began. Then she realised that Chris had drawn back slightly, and she almost froze. Looking into his eyes she saw his concerned look and relaxed again.

"Something is really bothering you. Tell me, please?" he asked.

Jo found for the first time in her life that she was non-plussed. No one had ever detected her unease or supported her in this way before. She was always the strong one and the demanding one. It melted her inside and made her, for the first time, really apprehensive about telling her story to this man. Jo took a deep breath and started again.

"I don't want to lose you," she found herself being pulled back into his arms almost roughly, and he was muttering re-assurance in her ear. "I think you've put me on a pedestal, and I've got feet of clay." He released her again, and she found him looking into her eyes with such determination.

"Nothing you tell me can lose me," he said forcefully, and she was pulled back into his embrace again. After a moment, she continued:

"I used just to have men for the sex," she murmured bravely. She thought, "well, that's it, I won't see him again after tonight." Then she voiced her recent realisation, "I think I was a bit like your girlfriend, although I only ever had one man on the go at a time." She waited for the explosion. She waited for him to walk out. She was so tense her muscles were screaming.

Jo felt Chris' arm muscles tense, and thought "Here he goes, I've lost him," and the loss felt like a knife through her heart. To her shock and amazement she was pulled into a tight embrace that felt as if he never wanted to let go. He was muttering into her ear almost in a frenzy.

"No, no, I can't lose you. I just want to be with you. Please, please, don't leave."

Jo pulled back, despite his frantic attempts to prevent her leaving, and managed to get her head back enough to cover his mouth with a savage kiss. She saw his eyes widen in surprise, then her kiss was returned with interest.

Chris was lost in the kiss. It was bliss after the roller coaster of his emotions while he thought she was trying to get rid of him. When he realised that she was desperate for him not to go, his heart sang, his muscles relaxed from the almost unbearable tension and his senses swam. The pressure and pull of her lips was sending shock waves through his system. He felt the electricity running down to his groin. Oddly, although he was aroused, he wanted just to hold Jo and know that they were together, feeling their bodies touching in every place they could press together.

As they came up for air, Chris realised that they were standing still, and started moving again to the music. Jo's head was on his shoulder, and looking down at her shimmering auburn hair, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He couldn't resist bringing his hand up to stroke it and twine his fingers through it. To his surprise he felt Jo's fingers playing in the hairs at the back of his neck. Feeling her fingers there was comforting and at the same time sexy, and he moaned into her ear "I love you." Slowly her head came off his shoulder and her brilliant eyes looked into his. He saw puzzlement and joy.

"I don't know what I feel," she said slowly, "I just know I've never felt like this before, and I don't want it to end." Their kiss this time was gentle and long. Jo was amazed at the sensations and emotions embodied in this kiss. It was sensual and erotic, for sure, but for the first time in her life it wasn't the prelude to hard sex. She didn't feel the pressure to get this man into bed and into her.

"Let's have sticky toffee pudding to celebrate."

Jo laughed, "Sounds great to me. I always eat like a horse after a turn. Must be the tons of coal we have to shovel!"

They went back to the table hand in hand. They were still holding hands across the table when they sat down, and looking at Jo, Chris saw that she was grinning at him just as he felt he was grinning at her.

When the sticky toffee puddings arrived, Chris watched in amazement as Jo dragged one finger across the sauce then, looking him straight in the eyes with a saucy grin on her face, sucked the finger clean. When she dragged her finger across the sauce a second time, Chris wondered what she was going to do. Again she looked him in the eyes, again the saucy grin, but this time she reached across the table and put her finger in his mouth. He couldn't believe the sensations in his mouth or the sensations in the rest of his body that this simple erotic act produced. He realised that his face was an open book when she laughed at him.

Then he felt her foot on his leg, moving upwards in a caressing motion. She was laughing at him again, and he realised that his surprise and consternation must show on his face. When her foot reached his groin, he shut his eyes. A moan escaped when her toes wriggled on his erection, and he felt himself blushing. He reached down, not to push her foot away, but to caress her calf.

When they'd finished their pudding, they danced again. They both enjoyed the sensations of their bodies together, and revelled in the contentment and slow burning sexual feelings. It was as if the world was suspended outside the bubble of their sharing. She felt so cared for snuggled in the crook of his shoulder. He felt as if he was walking on air with her in his arms. He dropped a kiss on top of her head. She looked up, and he thought he would drown in the depths of her sparkling green eyes. It was as if his innermost being was captured, and he would willingly drown in them.

The kiss was soft and alluring. Lips rubbing and catching. Sensations coursing through. Bodies pulled tighter together. Undulating to the rhythm of the music. Two people fused as one in perfect harmony and contentment. Pressure on the lips increasing. Hands wandering. Warmth burning under their trail. Breath quickening. Emotion pooling in the very depths of their bodies drawing them together. Need building from a slow fire into an urgent hardness dripping with anticipation.

"Let's go," she croaked. It could have been either of them that spoke. Arms round each other they made their way to the desk and paid, kissing as they walked to the car. Chris drove swiftly back to the B&B, and they tumbled into the room, hands all over each other, mouths joined in urgent desire. He ran his hands down her back, feeling the lean shape of her muscles either side of the hollow of her spine. Her hands followed a similar path and his skin crawled with pleasure. His hands slowed as they felt the swell of her buttocks and the deepening hollow between, sliding slowing over the tight mounds and pressing her to him. Her hands moved up his arms to curl in his hair. He could feel his hardness trapped between them. She wriggled against it.

His hands went back up to luxuriate in her hair and pull her head more firmly towards his lips. Pulling the hair to one side, he broke the kiss and started a trail down her neck. She gasped and tightened her grip. The incredibly smooth soft skin drew out his tongue to lick gently as the trail moved down to her shoulder and round the neck of her white blouse as far down as the V in front would allow. He started to undo the buttons to allow his kissing and licking to move downwards. Her hands moved in the space between them and started on his shirt.

"God, you are so beautiful," he murmured.

As the blouse fell away her white lacy bra showed off the curve of her beautiful breasts, the nipples pushing at the dainty fabric like organ stops. His kisses and licks covered the tops of her breasts and the valley between, while his hands traced the outline of her naked sides and back. The smooth silky feel of her skin made exquisite sensations on his hands, and the curve of her breasts excited his mouth, sending little jolts of electricity down his body to his groin.

Her hands were exploring his skin, running through the hairs on his chest, down his sides and back. The feel of those small hands making feather touches made him shiver with pleasure and generated little moans deep in his throat. When she started kissing his nipples, his skin was jumping,

"Oh God, Jo, that feels wonderful." He pulled her face up for a deep kiss. When their lips were locked together, his hands ran down her back to struggle with the clasp of her bra. He felt her hands move to undo the last button on his shirt, tickling his tummy while undoing it.

He broke the kiss to look down at her breasts. They were small beautifully formed mounds with lovely dark aureoles and nipples obviously very aroused. His hands moved round to stroke the mounds, moving slowly upwards and inwards till his thumbs were rubbing her nipples. She gasped with pleasure, and he moaned as he rubbed one rock hard nipple with the palm of his hand, bending down to kiss the other. He felt her hand move to the back of his head, pulling it towards her breast to intensify the sensations. Her fingers curling in his hair invoked a new set of sensations, with the nipple hard in his mouth, which caused his cock to twitch and release a tiny jet of lubrication.

It seemed that neither of them was in any hurry, enjoying all the sensations available to them above the waist. Once again, Jo was stunned that she wasn't pushing to get him inside her. The response of her body to his gentle ministrations was more erotic and more satisfying than any of her "hard sex" encounters. And the best bit was that this was only the beginning. She found that, far from tense expectation of sex, she was relaxing into being turned on and looking forward to sex later. Much later she hoped, as she would then be so turned on that it would be mind blowing.

She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, and he released her for a moment while she took it off altogether. Then her hands were all over him, delighting in the feel of the hairs on his back, chest, stomach, arms, and paying homage to his tiny erect nipples. The rough feel of his hair, and the smooth hard nipples made her hands tingle with pleasure, and she kissed and licked any part of him she could reach, glorying in the sensations multiplied by his attention to her. His tongue on one nipple and palm on the other made her gasp and moan, throwing her head back before intensifying her kisses on his nipples.

Together they both sought each others' mouths, and pressed into an electrifying kiss which sent bolts of lightening from their swollen, sensitive lips to their nipples and groins. Trembling as they parted, they stared into each others' eyes.

"You are something else" she whispered.

"You are just stunning" he said, blushing slightly as he looked at her.

She grinned, "I love it when you are shy." His blush deepened, and she laughed, pulling him in for another kiss.

Her mouth on his was unbelievable. The pressure of her erect nipples and breasts against his chest was such a turn on. He couldn't believe what was happening, and decided he wanted it to go on for the rest of his life. The realisation dawned that he had found that special someone. Then his spirits plummeted as he realised that this could be just another sex partner for her. His arms tightened around her, and he deepened the kiss, determined to make the most of it.

His mouth on hers was so sexy. The feel of his hard chest and hairs on her nipples and breasts was such a turn on. She couldn't believe how safe she felt with this man, and decided she wanted to see more of him than she had ever wanted from a man before. She didn't know why she knew, but when he tightened his arm and started kissing much harder, she realised that this was not just want, but mostly insecurity.

She pulled away, and noticed the look of hurt on his face. "No -- don't worry -- we just need to talk a bit. Come here," and she pulled him onto the bed next to her, snuggling into his shoulder. "You are worried that I'm only here for a passing fuck or two." She looked up, and smiled at him as she confirmed to herself that he had blushed beetroot red. "I can assure you that if that had been the case, we would have done it by now, and I would have left."

"Jo, I..." he started, but she interrupted, putting a finger on his lips.

"No, just listen for a moment. This is difficult for me because it's all new to me. Normally, if I like a man, I just jump on him, get him inside me," she couldn't resist another glance at his face, and sure enough he was blushing again, "and leave. But with you, I find I want to prolong things. You said you loved me, but I can't say that yet because I don't know. What I do know is that I want to see you again and I want to find out how I do feel." She could see the relief on his face, and tipped her head up to kiss him.

"I do love you, and you're right that I don't want to lose you. I'd rather wait than make you leave by putting pressure on you. But if you want to see me again, then that's all I can ask." He leant down and kissed again. She put both arms round him and wiggled against him with a big sigh. "What's that for?" he asked.

"Content. No, in fact more than content -- blissful." She smiled up at him, and touched the tent in his trousers, "What's this about then?"

"I'm afraid the view from up here is making me rather excited," he said. She looked up, and he drowned in those bright green eyes.

"What view?" she said with a saucy grin.

"First the top of your head with your shiny auburn mane," his finger traced each thing as he said it. "Then those alluring breasts, just the right size with dark nipples." He groaned, "And when they get harder like that I'm lost. Then that flat stomach disappearing into the skirt."

"Well the view from down here is even better. A hairy chest," this time her finger was doing the tracing. "With tiny nipples that make me wet when they get hard." She too groaned. "And a stomach disappearing into a tent with an interesting looking tent pole." Sure enough, when she looked up at him, he was blushing again.

She took hold of the tent pole, and grinned at his sharp intake of breath. His hands cupped her breasts, and it was her turn to sigh with pleasure. Still neither was in any hurry, revelling in the sensations they could give to the other. She squirmed as his hand grazed her stomach and moved round to the zip on her skirt. His gentle touch set her on fire, and when his hand slid over her stomach and down to her bush, she bucked against it and moaned.

He couldn't believe the sensations he experienced as she undid his belt, button and zipper, her hands and fingers making contact with the bare flesh of his stomach causing his muscles to tense in response. When she slipped her hand inside his boxers and encircled him, it was all he could do not to fall back on the bed in a pool of desire. As if from a great distance, he heard her saying, "Tell me what you want me to do."

She looked up at him, noting the reddening of his cheeks and grinning in response. His eyes flew open and his expression was 'you can't be serious'. She kissed him, "I love it when you blush -- and yes, I am serious -- tell me." Her grin melted his insides again, and he began hesitantly.

"Feel me." At the same time he started feeling her. Her eyes widened and her breathing quickened. "Rub up and down." Again he matched his actions to his words, and she moaned with him. "Feel round and back to home," he ground out. The anticipation his words caused stirred feelings inside her she didn't even know were there, and when he actually did it, the sensations were so good she just purred with pleasure.

He was grimacing and moaning with the pleasure her hand was causing, and he badly wanted to get rid of his clothes and hers. He stood up, pulling her up with him, and pushed down her skirt and knickers. Then he just gasped at the glorious view of her auburn bush between those long legs and below that muscular stomach. She was delighted with his reaction, and also pushing his trousers and boxers to the floor.

"Mmmmm -- nice view," she said, with a grin anticipating his blush. Predictably he was as hard as nails looking at her lean fit body.

He knelt on the floor, pushing her gently back onto the bed and licking up her inner thigh. She parted her legs to give him access, and panted with anticipation. As he reached the fold between the top of her thigh and her mons, she tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair and pulled him across to lick her lips. Her other hand was busy caressing her nipples and she moaned and grunted with pleasure as his tongue circled her lips.

Then he started licking her slit and darting his tongue inside. She could feel the pressure building as with one hand he caressed the inside of her thigh and the other circling her clit. She was bucking and moaning, and he switched to licking her clit and pushing two fingers inside her, stroking up towards her G-spot. Thrashing and crying out, her insides started spasming and clenching on his fingers as her orgasm hit and she came wildly. "Oh God .....Oh God," she gasped, as the aftershocks made her shiver and shake. She pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips.

Watching her come so wildly made him think of this morning in the coal when she'd brought herself to orgasm. He was thrilled he'd managed to make her come harder and longer. He lay in her arms just holding her while she recovered. Although he was still rock hard and wanted her, it was so special just holding her and feeling the occasional aftershock as he caressed her skin.

Again Jo couldn't believe that she still hadn't made him enter her. Here she was enjoying her post orgasmic blissful state in his arms without jumping him. Oh yes, she wanted him, but was content to wait, a completely new experience for her. She turned to kiss him again, the pull of his lips on hers causing pleasurable shocks in her groin. She reached down and took him in her hand, watching his eyes dilate and his cheeks blush.

"Hmm. I think we have some outstanding business here." Her grin was wider for the deepening of his blush.

She swung herself up to sitting on top of him, trapping his erection between her lips and his stomach. She wriggled seductively, still grinning.

"God, Jo, if you keep doing that to me I won't last long enough to get inside you."

Her laugh was like a tonic, and she dropped her head to kiss him and whisper in his ear, "So where is the condom, then?"

His blush of embarrassment made her laugh again. "I don't go round expecting to strike lucky, so I don't have any," he confessed sheepishly.

"You're lucky I carry some, then," she grinned. Her grin widened at his comical look of relief. She slid off him and bent down to retrieve a condom from her purse.

Watching her bend down naked right in front of him almost made him come. His lucky day or what, he thought. "You are so stunningly beautiful," he said. As she turned to smile her thanks, she did a little dance and wiggle, and his eyes smouldered as they took in all the long legs, rippling muscles and tight breasts.

The sensation of her putting the condom on him made him wriggle. Then she sat over him and lowered herself onto him. As he sheathed himself in her wetness, they both groaned aloud until she was filled and he was surrounded by her pulsating warmth. At the same time she leant over and he pulled her down for a long deep kiss, while they both gloried in the sensation of being filled and enclosed, and having breasts and nipples crushed into a hard hairy chest.

Slowly they started moving together, the sensations incredible after the long build up. It seemed as if their whole beings were concentrated on the hot wet join between them. The silky smooth yet unbelievably tight friction drove them to thrash together till they melted into a puddle of exquisite ecstasy. Jo slumped onto his chest and they lay there boneless and sated, too relaxed to move.




Stoking the Fire Ch. 01



Much later, Jo's head moved back so she could see his face. "Hey, that was spectacular. You can do that and more to me any time you like."

He blushed again, and she laughed. "How can you be embarrassed after what we just did?"

"I don't know, but I know I do it. It's the first time I've enjoyed doing it, though, because you smile at me when I do. It's you that are spectacular."

She grinned at him again, and ran a finger down his chest. "Let's go back to my 'camp site' and do that again under the stars."

He felt his hardening cock become blue steel with the invitation to stay the night with her. "If I speak to Phil, perhaps we could stay here tomorrow night and he'd do breakfast for us both in exchange for none tomorrow?" He waited with bated breath for her answer. "No" wouldn't be disastrous, but "Yes" would heavenly.

"Brilliant idea. That gets me another good shower and a wonderful breakfast."

Chris' face split into a huge grin and with one eyebrow raised he smirked, "Is that all?"

Jo grabbed his cock and smirked back, "Not quite all. I get exclusive ownership of this both nights. OK?"

Three things happened at once. Chris' cock pulsed once and clear lubrication bathed the head. He blushed. Jo laughed.

"I'll take that as a compliment and overstated agreement then?"

He grinned back, but it quickly turned into a moan as Jo licked the liquid off him, sat up and impaled herself on him, thumping down onto his hips with a hiss of satisfaction. He groaned in disappointment when she raised off him again and leant over the edge of the bed, affording him a rear view that dragged out a hoarse "Oh God."

Jo looked back over her shoulder at him through a curtain of hair. "Oh God what?"

"Oh God you are so gorgeous and the view is arousing and I want you back on my cock." He blushed and continued, "I can't believe I just said that."

She laughed, swung back up and ripped open a second condom packet.

Chris went bright red, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking straight."

Jo grinned at him, oddly touched at his concern, and rolled the condom onto him as he winced with the pleasure of her touch. Then she dropped onto him again and they both arched with sensory overload. The sight of her sitting up on him, her hair a cloud around her face, her breasts gently bouncing, nipples erect, her flat stomach tensing as she moved up and down, and the intense concentration on her face was arousing him so fast he had to bring her with him. As his thumb touched her clit her eyes flew wide in surprise then glazed over as she bounced, writhed and ground into him in a frenzy of passion.

Amazingly they came panting together again, both crying out as she collapsed on top of him. After a while he kissed her and said, "I must go and see Phil before it's too late." Sliding her gently onto the bed beside him he pulled on jeans and a shirt and padded out to organise breakfast.

When he came back in, he commented, "All done. Phil was glad to have a late start tomorrow, and we're on for breakfast for two the next day at 0530." She grimaced at the time, but it was when she would have had to get up anyway. Chris thought she looked gorgeous lying on her side with her hair messed and her long legs curled up.

"Come on lazybones, let's get to bed." He teased.

She stretched languorously with her hands above her head, tensing and releasing muscle groups in turn. Chris' eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he blushed furiously, fidgeting to accommodate his sudden stiffness. Jo laughed up at him holding out a hand,

"But I'm already in bed. And I love the way you blush." She looked down pointedly, "I'll bet your stiffness is nothing to do with shovelling coal."

He reddened further and her smile widened.

"OK. I know you meant outdoors." She jumped off the bed, breasts undulating gently, and grabbed him for a kiss, trapping them and his erection between them. He groaned.

"God Jo, if you keep this up we'll never get to bed." They both collapsed laughing as he realised it was exactly where they would end whatever happened.

While Chris stuffed the few things he would need into a bag, Jo quickly pulled on her skirt and blouse and they both added shoes. Going out to the car, Jo whispered in his ear,

"I can feel the wind on my wet pussy. Want to feel?"

He dropped the bag by the car door and pulled her into a fierce kiss, dropping his hand under her skirt and moving slowly up her thigh. As soon as he touched her he realised that her arousal was dripping down her leg, and his hand was soaked as he ran it over her slit and massaged the wetness into her clit. She gasped at his forwardness and pushed herself against his fingers, twisting her hips to increase the friction. Panting, her body twitched and jerked as she came.

Chris realised he was holding her up as her legs refused to support her. He opened the car door and sat her back gently on the seat, picking up her legs and swinging them into the car. As he did so, her skirt rode up, and he couldn't resist kissing and lapping at the juices twinkling at him. She jerked again and mewled, gasping for breath.

"Your turn when we get there." She managed to puff out. Then she relaxed against the seat in a stupor, not bothering to pull her skirt down to hide her pussy.

At the yard, they shifted the coal to make a bed and lined it with rags. They put her sleeping bag down as a make-shift mattress and a blanket from the car to pull over them.

"Right." Jo announced, "since we are both commando, this should be quick and easy." And she peeled off her blouse and skirt. Once again, his attention was frozen on her wonderful body and muscles. She had to reach over and strip off his shirt and trousers, and pull him down onto the sleeping bag. To his amazement, she lifted her leg over his face, the view bringing him to attention with a snap. He felt her hand on him, then her tongue and then her mouth. She released him for a moment to say,

"Don't you dare come. I want you bareback in my ass."

Talk about pressure. He practically came on the spot, despite all their earlier playing. It was so erotic in the open air on the gently hissing loco with Jo's clit between his lips, one finger up her ass and three in her pussy working on her G-spot, not to mention her mouth on him. He released her clit to a sigh of disappointment from her, and commented,

"I suppose you can come, though."

As he took her clit between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, she shuddered and cried out. He had a job keeping in touch with her through her orgasm, and reduced to licking her gently as she calmed. Immediately she sat up and crawled forward till her ass was over his cock. She raised up and pushed the head against her puckered hole, lubricated by the attention of his finger, her cum and his lubrication.

He felt and watched the head pushing into her tight ass. She relaxed and it slipped in more. In about three goes, he was fully home bareback in her ass. Her head was thrown back with the same look of pleasure on her face as was on his.

As if they were one, they started moving slowly in and out until they were slamming into each other. She reached back to steady herself, putting her hands on his nipples. He reached round her to massage her breasts and clit.

"Oh God, I'm gonna come again. O-o-oh Go-o-od." Jo moaned.

"Ah, Ah, you're so tight I can't hold on. Aaagh." Chris cried.

And they both exploded. Jo felt the orgasm burst into her, then the feeling of his cum squirting into her ass raised the pressure ten fold and she shuddered and shook as he sat up to hold her close to his chest, her back rubbing on his hair.

Chris felt the shakes and the exquisite texture of her skin against him, and it intensified the feeling of satisfaction. He couldn't believe how privileged he felt to have engendered such an earth shattering orgasm in this wonderful person.

He drew her gently down onto the sleeping bag and pulled the blanket over them. She was still clamped onto him as he spooned with her, gently caressing her nipples and stomach, and running his fingers through her hair and her curls, which were a little damp.

She stretched back to put her hand on his hip, and gave a hum of comfort and satisfaction.

Much later Jo woke to find them still clamped together. What had woken her was him getting hard again. She gloried in the feel of him inside her, and couldn't help wriggling back and forth to enhance the feeling. She turned her head intending to wake him and demand a kiss to see his eyes on her and smoky with lust.

They moved together gently to a soft and satisfying climax before dozing off again.

As it was getting light, they woke again. This time they had moved in their sleep and were facing each other arms and legs entwined, like the first time only much more intimately naked. They kissed and made love again, both thinking that they had never experienced such bliss so many times so quickly. Then they slept again until the alarm went.

No time for playing. They both ran naked to the mess as there is no-one around at 0500 in the morning. A quick lick and a promise, mostly administered on a foreign body to much hilarity, then dress in clothes and overalls to start another turn.

Later in the day as they bantered and joked, their driver commented that they were in a good mood. They both grinned back.

"I found someone special." Chris explained. Jo just grinned.

When they'd finished disposing of the engine at the end of the turn, they peeled off their overalls, put everything in the car and drove to the B&B. As soon as the door of the bedroom in the B&B shut, clothes flew. Barely waiting to roll on a condom, Jo jumped into his arms, wrapped her long legs round him, and sank down gasping with pleasure. Chris slipped into her hot sheath groaning with the exquisite sensation, and it was only a few hard strokes before they were both crying out and coming like trains.

Chris' legs wouldn't support his weight after the intensity of his climax, and he sank down onto the bed with Jo in his lap while they kissed and murmured sweet nothings. After a while, he shrank completely and slipped out of her, to sighs of disappointment from them both.

Suddenly Jo laughed. "Just look at the black hand-prints and streaks on us."

Indeed her breasts were well marked, and there were two very obvious hand prints on her beautiful ass where Chris had held her up. He had streaks on his face and nipples, and hand-prints on his shoulders where Jo had gripped him.

Chris quickly filled and put on the kettle, then they tumbled together into the shower. It was a little small for two, but that just seemed to heighten the pleasure of contact between their slick wet soapy bodies. Jo sighed blissfully as Chris washed her hair. When she returned the favour, Chris realised that the sensations were wonderful. They ended up each washing each other. With a soapy finger up each ass, and soapy hands on pussy and dick, they both panted and came again.

They dried each other, and Chris made tea. Sitting side by side on the bed to drink the tea, Jo tickled his chest hair with her free hand.

"I want you in my ass before we go and eat." Jo looked up to see the blush, and laughed. "After what we have done in the last half hour, what on earth is there to blush about?"

"I love it when you are straight like that, but my family were so prudish and shuttered on anything personal that it still makes me blush." Chris went beetroot again, and Jo looked enquiringly at him as he whispered shyly, "I'd be honoured to come in your ass." And buried his head in her shoulder.

Jo took his face between her hands, raised it up and kissed him gently. As the kiss deepened, Chris groaned and reached down to play in her bush. Jo felt her clit hardening again. He felt her clit emerging from its sheath, dipped down into her wetness and drew it up to generate the most delicious friction on her clit. Jo gasped and shook, running her hands down his side to play with him. He felt one hand on top of his for a moment, then it was spreading her wetness onto his dick, giving him similarly delicious friction. It was his turn to gasp and shake.

They both kept wetting and caressing, the feeling of their fingers alternately collecting the wetness pushing Jo closer until she arched her back and cried out with the spasms of her orgasm, generating a flood of wetness.

When her panting subsided, Jo collected some of the wetness for Chris' dick, then flipping so that she was kneeling on the floor resting on the bed, collected a second handful of wetness and rubbed it on her ass.

The feeling of her wetness on his dick, and the sight of Jo opening herself to him propelled Chris off the bed to rub his dick between her ass cheeks. She was so ready for him that he slid easily into her, the tightness almost making him cum on the spot. 

"I can't last with you, Jo."

"Wait -- let me up." Jo crawled up on the bed, lay flat face down, looked hungrily back at him over her shoulder, and grinning, commanded, "come back in -- this will be a new sensation for both of us."

His blush widened her grin, and he climbed onto her. As he entered her ass again, there was the new sensation of the softness of her cheeks, pushed together by her face down position, then the familiar tightness of her ass. They were both moaning. He knew he wouldn't last long, so jamming a hand under her he massaged her clit, and they both exploded again and again.

They lay connected for what seemed like ages, until finally he slipped out as he shrank. Chris stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Chris was pole-axed. He really hadn't expected such a positive statement from this stunning girl so soon. She had been so careful to tell him that she would need time, and here was an outright declaration. His heart soared, and he cautioned himself to take it slow. Don't frighten her off.



Stoking the Fire Ch. 02



"I can't last with you, Jo."

"Wait -- let me up." Jo crawled up on the bed, lay flat face down, looked hungrily back at him over her shoulder, and grinning, commanded, "come back in -- this will be a new sensation for both of us."

His blush widened her grin, and he climbed onto her. As he entered her ass again, there was the new sensation of the softness of her cheeks, pushed together by her face down position, then the familiar tightness of her ass. They were both moaning. He knew he wouldn't last long, so jamming a hand under her he massaged her clit, and they both exploded again and again.

They lay connected for what seemed like ages, until finally he slipped out as he shrank. Chris stroked her hair and kissed her cheek.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

Chris was pole-axed. He really hadn't expected such a positive statement from this stunning girl so soon. She had been so careful to tell him that she would need time, and here was an outright declaration. His heart soared, and he cautioned himself to take it slow. Don't frighten her off.

"You are the most beautiful sexiest woman I've ever seen."

She grinned. "Liar. Unless of course you don't watch any films."

"Ah, but you're not celluloid, you're real warm flesh and blood, and incredibly alluring. I've never been so turned on in my life. I feel like Christmas, birthday and heaven all arrived on the same day. In fact, I feel as if an international film star suddenly came into my life."

"Whoa, I'm no film star. Don't put me on a pedestal. I have bad hair days, and I can be as grumpy as the next person. But you," she grinned wickedly, "you're just a dirty old man." Jo laughed out loud when he blushed right on cue.

"Come on, let's go and eat." Chris changed the subject and slid off the bed to dress.

"Come on lazybones." He chivvied when he was nearly ready.

Jo was thinking about what had made her declare her love so openly after such a long time of avoiding any kind of commitment. He was amazing to have sex with. There was no doubt about that. They sparked each other off to such an extent she didn't think any other partner had ever made her come so hard or so often. But that was only part of it.

She thought it was his shyness, perhaps. Or the way he did the most erotic things, but blushed at the slightest comment. Perhaps shared interests, or enjoying conversation? Or the combination of not only gentle and caring, but also robust. A mystery, but she only knew that there was something about him that seemed to wash away her fear of commitment and drew her to him as an equal.

Would she marry him? Whoa. Slow down. Changing her outlook and her determination to remain single and enjoy life after a couple of days. She'd be thinking about having children with him next. Her eyes widened and she shook herself. Best not think of any of that for a bit, and she jumped up to get dressed, realising that he was chivvying her.

Chris watched her eyes widen. Not pure fear he thought, but a tinge of it, and confusion. When she leapt off the bed, thinking became difficult, as she was still naked. Watching her wandering round the room gradually clothing her body made him groan again. She grinned impishly at him and brushed his crotch with her hand as she passed to get her hairbrush.

"Stiff after a day's firing?" she laughed.

He went up behind her and gently took the brush out of her hand.

"Let me brush the tangles out for you. I know how lovely it is after you washed my hair in the shower."

After he got into a rhythm with the brush strokes, he asked gently, "What's confusing you and frightening you a little?"

She started, her eyes flew open and looked up at him in the mirror, widening perceptibly.

"How did you know?"

"Like my blushes, your face reflected your thoughts. I'm not prying if you don't want to say. I just thought it might help, and I don't like seeing you unhappy."

He didn't falter with the brush strokes of her hair, his concern evident on his face. How could she not like this man? He cared for her physically and mentally. Cared how she felt. Cared what she thought. Cared that she was comfortable. She'd always been direct, and this was no exception.

"I was shocked that I'd said 'I love you'. It's so alien to my outlook, which was to remain single and enjoy life. All my life I've shied away from commitment, and saying that after knowing you for two days blew my mind. Then I was trying to work out why. And ..." she tailed off, not willing to reveal that the thought of children had passed through her mind.

He smiled at her in the mirror, and continued brushing. Her hair didn't really need any more brushing, but she realised he was continuing to make it easier for her to talk.

"I think it's all moving too fast for me. My emotions are ahead of my brain. Like I said, I just need time to get used to such a huge change."

"Jo, I don't care how much time you need. The last thing I want is for you to bail out because you feel I'm pushing. In a sense this is hard for me too. My hurt gives me difficult emotions to overcome too. I will wait for you for ever, and I'll do it close to you or from afar, whatever gives me the best chance."

Jo felt her eyes welling up as she saw the implications of what Chris was offering. He loved her so much he was prepared not to see her while she came to terms with herself. But she realised that she didn't want that. She wanted to work through it with him in her life.

Chris saw the change in her face as she reached a decision. For the first time his hand faltered with the brush. He couldn't bear to hear what she was going to say, he was so sure it was the end for him.

"Chris, I want to do this with you beside me, not on my own." Her voice had a wondering quality to it. "It goes against all my previous experience and my aims, but I do know that I wouldn't be true to my present feelings if I didn't try."

Chris' hand stopped in mid-stroke. He could scarcely believe what he thought he had heard.

"You want me to be around?" he asked tentatively.

"Yes, you dork." Jo laughed, and leant back for a kiss.

"Oh God, I thought it was the end." A tear ran down his face as he kissed her.

"I think that's why I love him." Jo thought as she tasted the salt of his tear. "He doesn't presume. He's emotional. And he really would do what I asked without complaint because he cares about me."

"I love you Chris."

He looked into her eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

She instantly understood that he was acknowledging her bravery in confirming a potentially dramatic change in her outlook.

"You know I love you too. Please tell me if I push too hard."

She reached behind her with a saucy smile to caress his erection. "You can push this as hard as you like."

The groan was wrung from him and he mashed her lips again, reaching down to pinch her nipples through her sweatshirt.

She groaned in turn, then laughed when her stomach rumbled.

"Come on, let's go eat before we both collapse from starvation and over-exercise."

They'd decided to get fish and chips and eat it on the harbour wall watching the boats as the sun set. The lights on the footbridge sparkled in the darkness of the water and the tide swished past the mooring strakes on the harbour wall where they sat with their feet dangling over the edge. Gulls wheeled overhead screeching their displeasure as they waited for crumbs from the deliciously hot meal.

"I can't eat any more."

"Me neither."

So they threw the last few chips out to the gulls and watched with amusement as they fought to retrieve them. Jo reached over and put her greasy fingers one by one into Chris' mouth, and he sucked them clean. He thought it might just be the most erotic thing he'd ever done with his clothes on.

Then he reached over with the hand furthest from Jo and offered her his fingers for the same treatment. He then revised his opinion to make it the second most erotic thing, as this had to be the most erotic.

Jo was waiting for him to give her his nearer hand, but he surprised her by using the clean one to undo her jeans so that he could slip the greasy hand into her pants and rub the grease on her clit. It was so unexpected and so erotic that Jo gasped, then panted, then came in a rush. Chris continued to rub gently until she had calmed, then gave her his fingers.

Then it was Jo's turn to think it might be the most erotic thing to lick grease and her own taste off her boyfriend's fingers.

"How does he get past my defences?" she thought. "Here I am calling him my boyfriend. Well I suppose that's less far than thinking about marriage and children." And she was amazed again that he had her so far from her old self that such thoughts could even pass through her mind without her having a complete fit.

They leant towards each other and kissed. He loved the slight taste of her on her lips, and pulled back slightly to gaze into her eyes, luminous in the dark.

"Let's go back. We can have tea in the room, and I want a stronger taste." He whispered huskily.

A puzzled frown crossed her face. "Stronger taste of fish and chips?" she queried.

"No." He whispered with a grin. "I can taste you from my fingers in your mouth.

"Oh God. Come on." She pulled frantically on his hand and was about to jump up when Chris interrupted.

"Hey wait a moment." And he reached down and did up her jeans again.

Jo laughed. "Thanks. It might have been difficult to run with those round my ankles." She jumped up and pulled him off towards the footbridge.

"Wait, Jo, that's the wrong way."

"No it's not. I can't wait while we drive back. There are trees and bushes on the other side."

She dragged him across the bridge practically at the run and they went straight to a clearing in the bushes which was not visible from the road or footpath. As she walked in she started shucking off her jeans, and by the time he was beside her she was on her back naked from the waist down, pulling him down to her.

She gasped as his mouth kissed her lips. He moaned as he tasted her nectar, and he dug his tongue in to extract more. She moaned in delight and pulled his head into her. His nose mashed into her clit and she came hard as he slurped up her juice. She felt him move his mouth up to her clit and expose her hard nubbin to his hot rough tongue. As soon as he started his rough assault on her clit, two fingers entered her hot wet pussy and curled up to rub the spongy area under her mons.

As Jo's orgasm peaked again she cried out and panted his name. She humped her hips into his face and yanked him into her as she peaked a third time. As her hips descended she felt his other hand on her ass painting her star with the juices running down from her pulsing pussy. One finger slipped slightly inside, and she let out a breath of pleasure. She heard his zip, then both hands were on her hips pulling her towards him until she felt his hot tip pushing gently. Her eyes were closed and her face concentrating on the exquisite sensation of his entry into her ass. As soon as he was fully home, he started moving in and out, generating heat as they slid together.

Jo opened her eyes and found his eyes locked on hers in an intense gaze. She watched as his hands trailed up the insides of her thighs, one tangling in her bush, brushing her clit, then sinking two fingers oh-so-slowly inside. She shivered in delight, then drew in a sharp breath as the other hand strayed up under her top to caress her stomach. She reached forward to rub his thighs, needing the extra contact with him and delighting in the feeling of his muscular thighs inside his jeans. Jo could see a sheen of sweat appearing on Chris' face. His expressions were of exquisite agony, and he was grunting with the effort of pumping into both her holes and rubbing her clit and stomach.

"Oh God, Jo, I love you so much." Was torn from his lips as he shot a load and a load and a load into her.

Jo squealed at the sensation and began to tremble as a fourth wave of ecstasy shook her from head to toe. Her body was curling up, her legs shaking, and she gasped and moaned. As she came down from the intense high Chris' gaze was still locked on her, such love, amazement and satisfaction -- his heart in his eyes.

Jo grinned up at him. "Come again soon." She whispered. To her delight, he blushed. But his reply surprised her.

"You can bet on it. How could I not with a sexy witch like you." And he leant over, held her face gently in his hands and kissed her softly.

Jo could taste herself on his lips. She could feel him filling her. His jeans rasped against her. His gentle kiss was pure heaven and balm to her soul. She suddenly realised that it was this aspect that had been missing from her sex life previously. It was the joy of being together. The joy of sharing. The gentle as well as the rough. The total trust and giving.

Eventually the cold of the evening air forced them to move, and they made their way back to the B&B, touching all the way as if they couldn't bear not to be in contact with each other.

Once in the B&B they shucked off their clothes and snuggled naked under the quilt. Although their hands were wandering, they were both content just to kiss and cuddle, dropping off quickly after the early start and hard day's work on the loco.

Chris came to realising he had woken because he was desperate to pee. He slipped out of Jo's arms, and she stirred in her sleep. As he relieved himself in the bathroom, his mouth felt all furred up, and he had a raging thirst. He filled and put the kettle on to boil, then made tea for them both as Jo was stirring. He looked up from the mugs, and found a pair of smiling green eyes studying him. He blushed, and Jo laughed.

"That tea smells wonderful. What's the time?" she asked.

"It's only midnight. Another five hours before the alarm, but I needed to pee and get a drink."

Jo clambered out of bed, and giggled as she noticed two things. Chris' erection was climbing at the sight of her naked, and he was blushing again. She gave him a stroke and a kiss as she passed on her way to the bathroom, and felt his hand caress her firm backside.

Chris was sitting sipping his tea, and handed her a mug as she came out. She surprised him by sitting in his lap rather than beside him, trapping his semi between her hip and his stomach. It hardened considerably as Jo wriggled to get comfortable. She grinned as he blushed again.

"Tea's a good idea. I was thirsty because we didn't have any after the fish and chips. Good call."

It was such a pleasure being naked with her. She looked so good in the half light. She felt good where their bodies touched. Warm, fragrant and slightly tousled from sleep. The night air was cold, though, so he reached out and pulled the quilt up round them. The warmth grew inside their cocoon as they sipped their hot tea, and he suddenly realised that this would end when they went back to work after one more day.

"Jo, if I ask you something, would you be really honest with me and tell me how you really feel in detail. Please." He pleaded.

Jo blinked and jerked herself fully awake. He sounded so serious and vulnerable.

"Of course I'll be honest. Why wouldn't I be?"

He grinned. "You would be." The wondering tone of his affirmation signalled his growing knowledge. "Sorry. That was some insecurity left over."

He looked down and, after a moment, took a deep breath.

"Tomorrow is our last day. Tomorrow night our last night. Then we're off to different counties. But I want to see you again."

Jo took a breath, but Chris put his finger on her lips. She licked, he gasped, but then shook his head to clear it, and continued.

"I know we can meet at weekends. I don't ...... I ...er ..." Suddenly his words came out in a rush: "I would like to have the opportunity to be with you more often. I would prefer not to be long distance. I wondered ..." He dried up again. His tension was palpable, and he felt her arms tighten around him.

"Go on." She encouraged softly.

"You sort of implied you might like me around a bit. I wondered ... I wondered if I applied for jobs in your area if you'd mind?"

"You'd go though all the upheaval of moving near me just on the off-chance?" A solitary tear slid down her cheek. She should have felt hemmed in and stalked, but she just felt valued. It was exhilarating to have someone care that much.

Chris wiped the tear gently from her cheek and drew her in for a tender kiss. "I'm sorry, I won't upset you again." He whispered.

"Chris, you haven't upset me at all. I'm overwhelmed that you want to do that for me -- for us." There was a catch in her voice. "I'd like that."

She said it so quietly that he barely heard, but his heart sang.

Suddenly Jo burst into tears and hugged him to her tightly. All he could do was hold her and stroke her hair and back with his hands. He murmured soothing words and rocked her on his lap.

As she calmed, she explained a little disjointedly through the end of her tears, "No one has ever cared that much about me since my parents died."

At last she heaved a deep shuddering sigh and relaxed, putting her head on his shoulder. It was warm and comfortable in the quilt, but his feet sticking out of the bottom were cold. Jo was almost asleep, so he lifted her, picked up the quilt with one hand and lay down on the bed, pulling the quilt up round them again. She grunted her approval and snuggled into him again with her head on his shoulder.

He lay there thinking how fortunate he was, gradually sinking, eyes beginning to close. He was jerked awake when Jo's head lifted off his shoulder and she said sleepily,

"In my house."

"Jo, what do you mean 'in my house'?" He prompted quietly.

"Live in my house. With me." Her head was back on his shoulder as she slid back into sleep.

He was now wide awake. Did she really mean she wanted him to move in? He cast around in his mind for any other interpretation. He couldn't think of any, but surely things couldn't move that fast? His head was in such a whirl, it took him ages to calm and sleep.

"Chris. Chris. Wake up." The incessant call finally got through to him. "Come on sleepyhead. We've got an engine to light up, and I want breakfast first."

He blinked at her and, realising that she'd left him till the last minute, mumbled, "OK. You go on ahead and get us both the full breakfast. I'll be in as soon as I've shaved."

He blundered round the room, slowly waking up and quickly dressing. He got into the breakfast room just as Phil was delivering two huge plates of steaming breakfast.

"Mmmm. I'm starving." Jo grinned up at him. "Come on, sit down and tuck in. Get yourself set up for a day's shovelling."

Chris dropped a kiss on top of her shining hair and squeezed into his seat on the opposite side of the table.

"It's not the shovelling I need the strength for."

Jo looked puzzled for a second. Then she laughed out loud. "I can't believe you said that without blushing."

Then Chris did blush, grinning sheepishly at her. The evident enjoyment on her face and the wicked twinkle in her eyes turned it into a real smile.

"You are just so stunning, I can't believe my luck. If you keep looking at me like that we'll never get the loco lit up."

Jo touched his hand across the table. "Thank you."

Chris looked surprised. "What for?"

"That you really care for me. It's so different when you know that the person isn't just saying it to get something." Jo said wonderingly, smiling gently at him.

Chris picked up her hand and kissed it gently.

It was a bit of a rush to finish packing up and load the car, but they were fine for time at the shed. The loco had been out late the night before, so was warm enough to have a few pounds on the clock, so no need for a slow warm up. Using steam for the blower instead of compressed air also meant a quicker start and being so warm the loco came round as soon as the fire was well alight. Plenty of time for cleaning too, so the engine was spotless.




Stoking the Fire Ch. 02



Their last day on the loco together was wonderful. They enjoyed the views, chatting to each other and the passengers. Chris did his usual trick of loaning his greasetop for smiling families to take photos of their children. When they had time between cleaning the fire and ashing out at the termini, they had families on the footplate, sat them on the driver's seat, opened the firehole door to show them the quiet fire, and as they marvelled at the heat, tried to describe just how hot it was when the loco was working hard.

They were on the early shift, and as they dropped off in the early afternoon to hand over to the late shift crew, they were a little sad. By common consent, they stopped off at a tea shop for a bite to eat and to eek out their last hour together.

The kiss in the car park was long drawn out, and caused a passer by to request they get a room. Predictably they took no notice as their impending split charged them with emotion. Finally they parted and held each other loosely.

"Bye Jo. See you next weekend."

"Bye Chris." Jo twinkled up at him, though through moist eyes, "Hope you'll be well charged for the weekend."

Chris took a few moments to realise what she was saying, then didn't just blush, but went beet red.

She laughed, and reached up to cup his cheek. "I'm looking forward to the weekend." She said seriously.

Chris took her face gently in her hands, and the kiss seared her lips with its soft intensity.

Finally they broke apart and got into their cars to go their separate ways.

Late on Friday night Jo heard the car pull up outside her house, and the door slam. She rushed to the front door and flung it open. Wordlessly, Chris dropped his case on the floor and flung his arms round her.

"God I've missed you."

Jo pushed the door shut behind him with her foot and pulled his shirt out of his jeans. "I've missed you more."

Her hands made blazing trails up under his shirt. Her lips set him on fire, and she was grinding herself against his raging erection. He pulled up her blouse and his hands found the silken flesh beneath, moving up to meet the sides of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. He groaned, and briefly broke their crushing kiss to glance down and see her erect nipples pushing against the front of her blouse. His hand moved to brush between nipple and blouse.

Jo moaned her disappointment as his hands withdrew from under her blouse. Her nipples ached for his touch. She would even suffer the loss of his mouth on hers to feel his lips on her nipples. His hands moved to undo her blouse and push it off her shoulders. She felt her nipples tighten with the rush of air to her hot torso, and then his hands were back, making her groan again with lust. She frantically undid his shirt and pushed it off, then crushed him to her, trapping his hands between them. As his hands withdrew, the torture to her nipples was exquisite and she groaned again, her tongue thrashing in his mouth. The sensation of his crisp hair against her breasts made her tremble and reach for his belt.

Chris was desperate for her to be naked. Removing his hands from between them dragged the hard pebbles of her nipples across skin, and her groans of pleasure inflamed fired his lust. As her nipples and breasts were crushed to his chest it was his turn to groan, and he reached down to match her actions undoing the belt and frantically pushing her jeans down. As his hands brushed down her legs it gave him the perfect opportunity to move down to kissing first her nipples, then her tight stomach, and finally landing below her auburn bush, exciting sounds of pleasure from her that matched his and were music to his ears.

Jo was momentarily disappointed that his jeans were only a short way down, but the path of his mouth down her body lifted her temperature to white heat. His first lick of her juices felt rocket propelled and her focus suddenly shifted to concentrate on that one part of her body which lifted her into a stratospheric shuddering mind-blowing ecstasy in what seemed like about five seconds. She collapsed onto him with jelly legs, but she was still on fire.

Chris felt as if she exploded the second he licked her. The noise and shuddering made him feel like a million dollars, and he caught her as she fell boneless onto him, pushing him to the floor. Their lips met for a steamy kiss full of the taste of her. He expected her to cuddle and recover, but after the brief kiss she turned down to strip his jeans off, rolled on a condom, then swung over him and impaled herself on him like a mad woman. Jo bucked and rose and sank furiously, and the grasp of her slick tunnel on his blue-steel cock made him cry out, groan and call her name. Within seconds he was emptying spray after spray as she shuddered through a second massive orgasm.

Finally they collapsed together panting and shuddering, both crying out their pleasure, thanks and love.



Stoking the Fire Ch. 03



Chris felt as if she exploded the second he licked her. The noise and shuddering made him feel like a million dollars, and he caught her as she fell boneless onto him, pushing him to the floor. Their lips met for a steamy kiss full of the taste of her. He expected her to cuddle and recover, but after the brief kiss she turned down to strip his jeans off, rolled on a condom, then swung over him and impaled herself on him like a mad woman. Jo bucked and rose and sank furiously, and the grasp of her slick tunnel on his blue-steel cock made him cry out, groan and call her name. Within seconds he was emptying spray after spray as she shuddered through a second massive orgasm.

Finally they collapsed together panting and shuddering, both crying out their pleasure, thanks and love. Much later they stirred and smiled at each other.

"Did you have a good journey?"

"Yes thanks. The traffic was a bit heavy initially, but this end was fine as it was so much later."

Jo twinkled at him, "Shall I show you to your room."

They both laughed at the absurdity of the conversation.

"I needed you so badly" Chris blushed as he said it, and Jo grinned..

"Come on sex maniac, let's go to bed and do it some more." She laughed again as his blush deepened.

As they got up, he stood slightly back and ran his finger from her cheek down the centre of her body, then out and round her hip.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered.

She smiled gently at him. "Thank you."

They picked up clothes which Jo carried, he grabbed his case, and they walked up stairs together. The house was a lovely old Victorian terrace with high ceilings and a gracious staircase wide enough for two. Her bedroom had the bay window at the front, polished wooden floorboards, brightly coloured rugs that your feet sank into, and a beautiful old bed that looked about the size of a small field.

"Jo, it's beautiful, and I love the bed."

Jo dumped the clothes on the floor next to his suitcase, took his hand and led him over to the bed.

"Want to try it out?"

She jumped on the bed and turned kneeling to pull him on, then sank down with him so that they were full length face to face.

"What's this about then?" she asked, stroking his erection.

He gasped. "Seeing you climbing onto the bed and pulling me on,"

"Well, let's use it. That should relax us for sleep!" She thought she would never tire of saying things to make his cheeks go pink.

This time their love-making was slower, but the climaxes were if anything more shattering with all the love rather than urgency.

"I didn't tell you last night, but I'm up for an extra day." Chris announced over a very late breakfast. Jo smiled her pleasure. "I've managed to get a job interview on Monday."

Jo's face lit up, "Wow, you're fast. That's great. If you get it do you know when you can start?"

"They said immediately, but I've got to give a month's notice at work."

"Even so, that would be really quick. I can't wait to hear. I'm on duty on Monday. What time do you have to leave?"

"I thought I'd leave really early on Tuesday."

Jo looked mischievous. "Now I wonder why you would want to do that?" Of course he blushed again. "Ah, I see."

"What would you like to do today?"

"I thought we'd take a picnic into the hills, since it's a nice day."

They cleared up and made the picnic together. Jo found two rucksacks, and they packed the picnic into one, and walking gear and a rug into the other.

"We don't need the rug. We can sit on the ground."

Jo got her mischievous look again. "Ah but I don't want to lie on the ground. It's not good for my skin." Her laugh rang out as his cheeks reddened again.

They enjoyed their picnic, and the following day together, and all too soon it was back to work for Jo and off to the interview for Chris.

"I'll try to get home for lunch, if patients allow. I rang the surgery and swapped my late surgery for tomorrow, so I should be home reasonably early, say about five. I plan to make it 25, so make sure you're ready when I get in."

"25 what?" Chris asked.

"25 climaxes for you this weekend. We've got a few to finish up." Chris spluttered into his tea and matched the red of the teapot.

Jo laughed, kissed him and went off to early surgery.

"So, did you get it?"

He looked apprehensive and grinned, so she grabbed him and danced round.

"I'm so pleased. I can't wait for you to move in."

He looked relieved. "I'll give my notice tomorrow."

"Why were you apprehensive?"

"Um. Well. I suddenly thought I might be pushing it too fast."

"Chris. I know I was worried about it, but I'm really pleased. I meant what I said about wanting to explore together, and it's actually become stronger over time. So no doubts please."

Chris smiled at her, and pulled her in for a tender kiss. "Thank you."

That evening, they beat the target by some way, knowing Chris couldn't get up for a month. Jo hoped she might be able to come down to see him, but the way things stood she didn't have two days together to do it.

They were having a final cuddle in the hall before Chris left.. He was dressed to go, but Jo was still naked, as it was very early.

"I'll try to organise a couple of days together first thing tomorrow."

His hands roved over her wonderful body as if trying to imprint the memory on his brain.

"We'll make it, whatever. Bye."

Reluctantly, they broke their embrace and Chris set off on the long journey to work. He was sad to leave, exhilarated that he would be resigning to move in, and very concerned about the job he'd accepted.

They were hammering into each other again. Was it the third or fourth time? Neither of them knew or cared -- it was bliss being together again after a month. Against the wall in the hall; 69 on the rug at the bottom of the stairs; in her ass in the shower; and cowgirl on the bed. Jo collapsed onto his chest thrashing and moaning. He could feel her slick channel moisten and gush over him. He pulled her up over him leaving a wet trail up his body and buried his face to lap and lick her clean.

Jo gripped the bed head and writhed in ecstasy as his talented tongue brought wave after wave of pleasure. She was shaking and moaning, and she could barely hold herself upright. In some distant part of her mind the thought that she must be suffocating Chris struggled to emerge through the delicious thunder of her climaxes.

"Come inside." She gasped.

Chris drew her down for a kiss, her shaking body a delightful stimulation on his hardness. She rolled off him and lay exhausted face down on the bed. Her body shone with perspiration. Those killer curves. The glorious twin mounds. The long legs. He rolled himself on top of her, moving her hair to one side to kiss her neck, then parting her cheeks to slip once again into her slick channel. He groaned as she enveloped him again, and her answering sigh of pleasure made his eyes fill with emotion. Life with her would more than make up for the difficulties of the new job on Monday.

Jo was boneless, unbelievably stimulated and approaching another crest. She'd lost count when he was eating her out. The ferocity had been replaced with a wonderful languor as her worn out body pressed into the mattress. What a reunion! The thought drifted through her mind that it was so right to have him here with her. After the terrible week she'd had, combined with not seeing him for a month, the deep contentment she felt melted away the tension and she started to feel truly exhausted as her body relaxed. She felt the peak building and washing over her. Deep inside she could feel her muscles clenching on him, and he groaned in the grip of his climax.

Chris kissed her neck again. She was stretched out beneath him barely moving. "You OK?" He whispered.

"Mmmm."

He barely heard her mumble. Reluctantly he withdrew so that he could remove the condom, settled back on the bed beside her and drew her into his arms. She wriggled against him with another contented hum.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." His heart lifted at the slight curve of her lips in response.

He was exhausted from all the work of moving. His car was still packed with all his things outside. Although he was still anxious about the job, their mutual pleasure and her loving response was balm to his soul. "I can do this." He thought.

Jo's alarm went at what felt like nought o'clock, although it was actually half past five. She rolled over and gave him a kiss, mumbling, "Sorry I'm on duty."

Chris returned the kiss with interest, and she felt him hardening between them. Reaching down to feel his interest rising, she gasped as he brushed her nipples and pulled her to him, mashing her mouth with passion.

"Wow. You're suddenly wide awake."

"And raring to go before you do!" He grinned. "If you've got to go on duty, the least you can do is say good morning properly so I've got memories to keep me going while you're out."

Jo's hand guided, and he slid into her slick wetness. Both of them breathed their pleasure.

"Good morning properly!" She managed to gasp out. "Oh God. Keep stroking slowly. Oh. Oh." Suddenly she was shaking and panting, and Chris wasn't far behind.

When they had caught their breath, they kissed. A heartrendingly beautiful, soft, loving kiss that had them both breathing heavily again. Reluctantly Jo pulled back.

"I set the alarm early so we could enjoy without me worrying, but I've really got to get going."

She hopped out of bed and he watched her lithe form across into the bathroom. As soon as the shower started, he hopped out of bed and ran downstairs to put the coffee on. Foraging in the fridge he found bacon as well as milk, and set out to make food for her.

Jo was disappointed not to find him watching her as she came out of the shower and walked naked across the room to dress. It excited her and pleased her when he watched. She thought he must have gone to use the other bathroom. Actually that upset her, because she would have liked him to come in while she was showering. Suddenly her nose picked up the smell of breakfast. Coffee and ... no ... surely not ... yes, bacon.

The smell brought the memories flooding back, of sitting with Chris on the footplate frying up on the shovel and drinking huge mugs of tea. Then she remembered their meal out and their deep discussions. That led to memories of fish and chips on the harbour wall, then -- God she could feel herself moistening again -- running to the bushes and him buried in her ass with both of them half dressed.

She shook herself, finishing off her hair and grabbing her purse as she was drawn by the heavenly smell of bacon and coffee. As she walked into the kitchen, she realised that Chris had come straight from bed. His back was to her as he sliced bread for toast, and he was still naked. She walked up behind him and cupped his buttocks, planting a kiss on his neck. Then her hands moved round to feel that hard length. He was as turned on as she was by the situation. He groaned and turned to her, his eyes full of passion. His hands lifted her skirt and two fingers went under her knickers and slid straight in. She responded by pulling him towards her and replacing his fingers with his steel pin, wrapping one leg around his waist.

"Take me to the table and sit." She ordered huskily. She sat impaled on his lap and fed him some of the bacon. He did the same, and followed it with a sip of coffee.

"Jo, I can't hold on much longer, and I haven't got a condom." His voice cracked with the effort of holding on.

"I'm on the pill, and I want you to come for me now." Jo panted.

The talk, the position, the food, the feelings conspired to drive him over the edge, and he shot into her. Digging her fingernails into his shoulders, Jo cried out and flooded his lap. They both sat in a daze for a few moments.

"Take me over to the side to get the toast and more coffee."

Chris lifted her up, still impaled in her, and walked to the side. The movement was beautifully sensual for them both. When he sat down again, he was hardening again. They finished their breakfast, then Jo got up. His withdrawal was almost painful, but she bent over the table and he obliged slipping back into her and stroking till they both came again.

"I think I might have to change my panties." Jo laughed as she ran upstairs to clean up and straighten her clothes. As she passed on the way out, she took his face in her hands, and said seriously:

"Thank you Chris. That was wonderful. All of it. Have a good day, and I'll see you about five." She gave him a long soft kiss, and vanished out of the door.

Chris spent the day emptying his car and settling in. He walked round the area late morning and found a wonderful local store. It had all the basics, a deli counter, freshly baked bread and local fruit and veg. Choosing what to make for supper, he got chatting to the very attractive young lady and her husband. It turned out they were both local, and after many years of working two low paid jobs, they'd decided it was either leave the area for work or do something daring. The shop was beautifully fitted out, and had the feel of an old fashioned store, with wooden shelving instead of steel racking. Most attractive. Chris thought the quality food would make a superb meal.

He was in the kitchen when he heard the front door. "Hi", he called.

"Hi. I've got someone with me."

Chris panicked slightly, and shouted back, "Don't come into the kitchen. It's a surprise." Much to his relief he heard them go into the sitting room.

Jo could smell the cooking, and was mystified as to the surprise. She had heard the slight panic in his voice, him running up the stairs, and clattering down a few minutes later. He was slightly pink as he came into the room.

"Chris, this is Mikey, our head nurse. Mikey, meet my boyfriend, Chris. Mikey is staying the night."

Chris shook hands with Mikey. Chris guessed her to be older. Her smile was genuine, but her face was pale and strained.

"Pleased to meet you. Don't worry, supper will stretch. Can I get you a drink? You're obviously under some strain."

To his consternation, Mikey burst into tears. Through her tears she gulped out, "I'm so sorry."

It was as natural as breathing. Chris reached out and held her to sob on his shoulder, glancing an apology at Jo. She smiled her assent and went out, saying, "I'll go and get some wine."

"Hey, cry it out. I'm sorry I upset you."

Mikey was subsiding as Jo came back in with a bottle and three glasses, and poured them. "Here, drink this." And she handed Mikey a full glass of red. They all sat. Mikey had her head bent and was obviously embarrassed.

"Mikey's husband has been beating her up, telling her she's dowdy and blaming her that they can't have children. Mikey thinks he's cheating on her."

"Bastard." Exploded out of Chris.

Mikey looked up in surprise. Chris went pink with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. That's the nicest thing anyone except Jo has said to me."

They all burst out laughing.

"I must go and put the veg in now you're here." Chris got up to go to the kitchen.

"Let's all go into the kitchen. It's cosy and we can talk while Chris finishes off the meal."

Chris put on twice as much veg to steam, stuck the frying pan on the stove to warm, and deftly cut up tomatoes to fry. Then he added a place setting to the table. Mikey was looking embarrassed again.

"Hey, I love doing this, and it's such a pleasure to have you here with us."

Jo had a naughty thought. "What was your surprise, Chris?"

Chris blushed. "Oh, just the meal and wine."

That confirmed Jo's suspicions. He had been naked when they came in. Wow, living with him was going to be such fun.

Chris was busy dishing up. Two thirds of a salmon en croute, a pile of vegetables, fried tomatoes and new potatoes smashed and grilled with oil and salt.

Jo smiled at him in pure delight. "Chris, this is wonderful. Where did you find it?"

"I found that lovely young couple running the shop near here. They had fresh salmon, and I couldn't resist. The veg are all organic, but I'm afraid the puff pastry is frozen." He apologised.

"I thought the salmon en croute was frozen. So don't apologise for the pastry! That shop is wonderful. I buy most of my stuff there. It costs a bit more, but the quality is outstanding. I'm sure I eat more healthily than from a supermarket."

"This is delicious, and thank you so much. I couldn't bear to go home again." Mikey sniffed, near to tears again.

"Hey, you're beautiful and talented, and I've got an idea."

Both girls looked at him. Mikey was beginning to relax, despite being near to tears.

"Why are you called Mikey?"

"That's not an idea." Jo retorted indignantly.

"My real name is Michaela, and it got shortened to Mikey. Come on, what's your idea?"

Chris looked at Jo for confirmation. "You're going to be staying here for a few weeks while you get sorted out, right."

"Right." Jo affirmed. Mikey nearly burst into tears again. She felt so supported by these two.

"So, we're going to make him eat his words and find out, if he is, who he is cheating with."

"That sounds a bit aggressive, Chris." Jo looked worried.

"Oh, we're not going to go anywhere near him. We're just going to show him what he's missing."

"What on earth do you mean?" Mikey looked puzzled.

"Well, when he's out, the three of us are going to get some of your things..."

"All of them if you want." Jo interrupted.

"..all your things. Then you and Jo are going to do a fashion show."

"For you?" Mikey looked a bit apprehensive.

Chris looked surprised. "I'd thought just you and Jo, but if you want to include me I don't mind. If Jo judges there isn't a suitable outfit for our plans, then you're both going out to get one."

"Get to the point, Chris, what plans."

"We'll go to wherever Mikey's husband hangs out and have a good time. We'll show him what a fabulous woman he's missing out on."

Mikey was smiling. "I'd love to do that."

"Mikey, I know this may be too early, but have you decided if you're leaving him?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I already have."

"Then I'm sorry to be a pain, but there are a few things you need to do."

She looked at him in surprise.

"If you have joint accounts or joint savings, then you need to take half the balance out before he realises and makes it difficult. Jo can arrange to have your salary moved to your own account straight away. That way you'll still have money, and he won't be able to spend it."

Mikey looked shocked. "It never even occurred to me."

"It happened to me."

Jo was cut to the quick by his expression of pain and held his hand across the table. "How much?"

He smiled at her. "I was lucky. Only five thousand. But it hurt."

"I've already got my own account, and my salary goes into that. But we both," her voice hitched as she said both, "paid into a house account for bills and a rainy day account."

Chris smiled at her. "That's brilliant. We don't need to wait for Monday to go into the bank. You can do it online from here and this weekend, and cancel those standing orders as well."

He got up and started collecting the plates.

"Oh thank you. You are both wonderful. I'll find a place of my own as soon as I can."

"You're staying here for the foreseeable future, Mikey. I want you 100% and raring to go before I'll let you out of my sight." Jo's tone brooked no argument.

Chris took a dish of rhubarb out of the oven and put a jug of custard on the table.

"Oh Chris, that's wonderful. I've been meaning to pull the rhubarb, and I love the taste."

Chris put the kettle on to boil for coffee and they all tucked in.

"But I'll be in your way."

"Look, Mikey, this house is large enough for all of us. I really mean it that you should stay here. It won't be pretty, and you'll need our support. I'd much rather you were here where we can give it when you need it, rather than having to come round and leaving it too late."




Stoking the Fire Ch. 03



"Thank you. Just ... thank you." Mikey's eyes filled up.

"Don't mention it." Jo waved her hand in dismissal. "One day you'll be able to do something for someone else."

"After supper, can I carry your stuff upstairs?" Chris asked.

Mikey's eyes filled again.

"She hasn't got anything with her. I found her shaking in the staff room trying to pluck up the courage to go home."

"It was such a relief to talk to someone, and when Jo offered to take me home for a break and to stay the night, I jumped at it. When I walked in and smelt the food; When you two were so kind to me; When I realised the relief; I just decided I couldn't go back. Once I'd decided that, the weight just rolled off. I felt so good for the first time in months, and I knew it was the right thing to do. So all I've got is my handbag and the clothes I'm wearing." She smiled wryly at Chris.

"Right. You can always borrow stuff from us, but when is your husband likely to be out?" Chris asked.

"He's usually out on a Saturday night with his friends."

Chris looked grim at the implication. "Great. We'll go round and get your stuff before we wash up then."

Mikey looked nervous. "What happens if he's in?"

"We'll park round the corner, and I'll go to the door. He doesn't know me, so if he is in, I'll pretend to be selling double glazing. If he's not there, bingo!"

Mikey beamed at him.

"Right, let's get going. We'll leave coffee until after this is done. Mikey, do you know what you want?" Jo had the bit between her teeth.

"One car or two?" Chris asked. "Oh, and do we need to take cases and boxes?"

"How much have you got Mikey?"

"I really don't know." Mikey was starting to look overwhelmed again.

"OK. No problem. We can play it by ear. Let's take two cars for speed. That way we won't waste time packing the car. If we put in the boxes and cases I've just unpacked, that should do most of it."

"Here's the plan then. Mikey shows us the wardrobes and drawers where her clothes are. Chris packs them while I help Mikey deciding what she wants from downstairs and packing it in the boxes for her. Chris, when you've finished the clothes, do a sweep of the bathrooms and pack all the feminine stuff in a box, then pack the clothes and boxes we've done so far in the car. Then we'll take a rain check and all work on whatever is left."

It all went like clockwork. He wasn't there. The plan was good, and worked like a charm. Both Jo and Chris reminded Mikey of things and helped to scan cupboards and drawers for forgotten items. There was a minor hiatus just before they left when Mikey remembered the loft. Some things she'd kept as mementoes and a few things her husband hadn't liked were up there. Mikey was immensely cheered.

"Right, Mikey, go inside and make tea for us all, and I'll help Chris unload. Clothes and stuff to your room, and the rest to the dining room for now. We'll work out what you need or want, and what can be put in the garage or loft for safe keeping over the next few days."

It didn't take long to unload. Chris did most of it while Jo unpacked some of Mikey's clothes into the wardrobes and drawers in the spare room, checking that all was ready for her. Jo was just walking down the stairs when Chris shut the door carrying the last box through into the dining room.

"Mikey?" Jo called.

"In here. Tea's ready."

Jo and Chris joined her in the sitting room, and they all settled down to drink their tea.

"Mikey, do you know where the bastard goes on a Saturday evening, and have you got a photo of him?"

Jo spluttered into her tea and looked up at Chris, laughing.

"I've got our wedding photo, and I think he goes to the Blue Whale."

"What's the Blue Whale when it's at home?"

"It's a sort of bar come disco that has pool tables. Despite the name, I think it's quite tame."

"Jo, can you tell me how to get there? I'm going to check to see if that's where we need to go to execute our plan next Saturday."

Jo filled him in on the route and Chris set off armed with the wedding photo."

When he arrived back, he was grinning from ear to ear. "Found him. And found the girl he's with too."

Mikey looked sad.

"Um. I took a photo on my phone if you want to see it."

Mikey held out her hand. Chris pressed a few buttons and passed the phone to her.

"Bastard. It's that slut of a secretary of his." Mikey started crying. "She's young and pretty. Oh God, it's so humiliating."

Chris took her hand. "She's not a patch on you. Look at the way she's dressed. It's awful. Now you've got taste. You're very pretty, and you're figure is still good."

Mikey looked up in amazement. "Stop trying to make me feel better."

"He's not." Jo butted in. "He really means it. Actually, I agree with him. You knock spots off her. You're a keeper. She's a tart."

Mikey grinned through her tears. "You two are so kind to me. Thank you."

"Come on. Time for bed." Jo continued. "By the way, before you think you've chucked Chris out onto the sofa, Chris and I are going out, and he's sleeping in my room with me."

Mikey gave Jo a big hug, and whispered, "Jo, I'm so glad for you. I've wanted you to find the right person for ever."

Jo took two large yellow capsules out of a drawer. "Here, use these."

"I really don't want to take sleeping pills," Mikey objected, "and these look like horse pills."

"They're not pills, silly, they're ear plugs."

"Why ever would I need ... Oh, I see." Mikey went slightly pink, but Chris went beet red and Jo laughed.

"Sleep well, beautiful."

They both kissed her on the cheek, and they went off to bed.

As soon as the door closed behind them they were in each other's arms. To their mutual surprise, they both found tears on their cheeks. Crying because it was unfair. Crying because of her lack of self confidence. Crying from the tension of helping. Crying because it was sad.

Jo recovered first. "What's your plan?"

"My brother."

"Your brother is your plan?"

"Well he's better looking than me, and I want to be with you not Mikey if I can organise it." He grinned at her.

Jo was getting impatient. "Chris, tell me the plan."

"Well, if it's OK with you, I thought I'd invite my older brother up next weekend, and we'd get dressed up a bit and go as a four to the Blue Whale."

"Doesn't this brother of yours have other things to do? Or a wife or girlfriend?"

Chris grinned sheepishly. "No. That's the brilliant part. He's very shy and never been very good at talking to women. I know he likes brunettes and curves, so Mikey is just his type. She's also lovely and will get confidence from being admired by him. But the truly great thing is neither of them will see it as a date. They'll both think they're just part of a plan. As a result, my brother won't be so tongue tied and will be himself. Mikey won't feel it's too early to be with a man again and will see that he needs taking care of. They can get to know each other in an entirely date-free zone that is really just a date. It's brilliant for both of them."

"Aren't you worried that they might not hit it off?"

"Not really. You see they'd have a good time just implementing the plan, and both gain from it, so if it didn't come off, they'd still benefit. But I must admit that I'm hopeful."

Jo smiled at him. "You are such a romantic."

"And you, my love, are the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Jo was about to trot out the argument about film stars again, when she registered his expression. He was so sincere and so obviously in love with her she was awed. "Thank you."

They moved together for a kiss, which ended with buttons, belts, hot smooth skin, wetness of the licked and kissed kind, and lots of wetness of the aroused kind.

"I'm so glad I thought to give Mikey those ear plugs." Jo whispered as they pulled the quilt over themselves for the night.

Unknown to them, Mikey wasn't quite in bed when they started. At first she thought the noise was coming from outside. Then she realised it was passionate, and as it got louder, it occurred to her that she should use the ear plugs. But she was fascinated, as the noises were so different from the brief grunting that characterised her marriage. Saying, or rather panting out, things to each other while having sex? It was unimaginable, but she found herself wanting to do it, to hear it. It was so exciting. It went on for much longer than she thought possible. Suddenly she burst into tears and sobbed into her pillow for her lost years and her happiness that Jo had found something so precious.

Jo and Chris woke to a tentative knocking on the door.

"I've got tea if it's not too early."

Chris looked blearily at the clock. Ten. Good lie in, but he still felt shattered. They both sat up and did a quick check to see that they were decent.

"Come in, Mikey."

She came in with a tray of tea. "Sorry -- I've been up ages and I thought ten was late enough even for a Sunday." Mikey couldn't help noticing the discarded clothes. A flush of memory of the sounds from the night before hit her.

"Mikey, that's a lovely thought. Thank you."

Having put down the tray, poured tea and given it to them both, Mikey made to leave with her cup.

"Mikey, sit down over there and join us, if you'd like." Jo smiled at her.

Mikey blushed slightly and thanked her, sitting down with her tea.

"Chris, I've been wondering about your plan for next Saturday. It won't work if we go as a threesome."

Chris and Jo smiled at each other. "Chris has an older brother who could come with us."

"I'm going to ring him today to see if he's free."

"Won't he mind?"

"I think he would be delighted to have you on his arm." Chris grinned. "He'd be so dazzled he'd be speechless."

"Jo tells me that you're not just saying it to help, but I find that very hard to believe."

"The proof of the pudding is in the eating. See what happens next Saturday if he can come. And you really are gorgeous, so don't think otherwise."

"Thank you." Mikey said in a small voice.

Chris rang later that day. An incredulous Mick retorted, "You want me to what?"

"Just come and stay the weekend and go to a bar."

"But who are Jo and Mikey?"

"Jo is my girlfriend. Remember I told you I was moving in. And Mikey is her head nurse. Mikey's husband is beating her and cheating on her. She needs to go out and feel valued."

"Hey, I'm sorry for the girl, but you know how lousy I am with women. What will I say to her?"

"But don't you see, you haven't got to be "good" with her. All you've got to do is stand next to her and hold her hand. If you don't beat her, tell her she's ugly or cheat on her, you've done it. All you've got to do is talk normally. After all, it's not a date, it's a rescue mission."

"Sounds too good to be true. But I want to meet this new girl of yours, and I think I can stand without making a fool of myself. And I'd like to help anyone who's been treated like that. OK if you pick me up from the station -- I'll let you know the train time?"

"Fine. I'll be there."

A while later, Jo and Mikey arrived back from the shopping trip to buy the dress for the plan. They both looked tired but excited.

"You've got to see it. Mikey -- come up and put it on."

They bounced up the stairs together, coming down a few minutes later. Mikey had a fitting strappy dress of jean material that showed shoulder, cleavage and leg. She looked good. Jo took his breath away. She had a pair of jeans that looked as if they were painted on her long legs combined with a fitting white blouse with deep Vs, showing off the elegant lines of her back and by some magic covering the inside of her breasts. Chris felt himself hardening as he realised she couldn't wear a bra, and watched in some amazement as her nipples became more prominent through the thin material. He looked up and realised that her gaze was on the evident tightening in his jeans. Chris mentally shook himself, promising himself later investigations.

"You both look stunning. Ideal for the plan. My brother's coming on the 2155 on Friday night, so we're all set."

"Are you sure that's OK? I mean what if he doesn't like me?"

Chris took her hands in his, and looked her in the face with a serious expression. "What's not to like? Hey, it's not a date. And he needs rescuing just as much as you. He's five years older than me, and he's only been out with one girl once."

"He's not ..." Mikey's cheeks reddened.

"No, he's not gay. He's just a geek. He's very intelligent; Better looking than me; Actually quite practical and funny, but a total loss with women. He just freezes and doesn't know what to say or do. Just talk to him and treat him like a friend. He's mad about what the bastard did and wants to help."

"That sounds ideal to me, because if anyone flirted with me at the moment, I'd either burst into tears or kill them. And the fact that he's good looking will show the bastard."

They'd all unconsciously adopted "The Bastard" as Mikey's soon-to-be-ex husband's name. Mikey grinned as she said it.

"Come on Mikey, let's go up and take these off then have some supper."

"I've got something on the go, but I need about 45 minutes. I'll go and get on with it."

Jo came over and gave him a big hug.

"You're a treasure. We'll go up and put something more comfortable on while you're cooking."

When they were changing, Mikey looked troubled.

"What's up?" Jo sat on the bed, pulled Mikey to sit beside her, and gave her a hug.

"It's... Well, I wanted to ask... Is it all right if..." Mikey stopped, slightly red faced.

"Mikey, listen. You know you can ask or tell me anything. You also know that I'll give you a straight answer, and tell you if I don't want to."

"Yes, but this is so personal."

"Mikey -- shoot. I can always refuse to discuss it."

"OK. It's about... well... last night."

"Oh no. I'm so sorry. We started too soon before you had your ear plugs in. Mikey, I am so sorry." Jo was stricken that she'd upset Mikey and hugged her hard.

"No, Jo, listen, I'm not upset about it. I wanted to ask... well..." Suddenly it all came out in a rush, "Is it always like that for you?"

Jo looked startled then laughed. "Well, now you're going to get a straight answer, like it or not!"

Mikey blushed and looked down. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's OK. I want to tell someone about it anyway, so this is good timing for me too. You know how much I like sex and how I always pushed blokes. Well it was good, and I loved it. You also know that I swore I would never marry and settle down."

"Jo, you're not serious? You think he's the one?" Mikey was excited for her friend.

"I don't know yet, but I'm pretty sure he is. It's just taking me a long time to change my old attitudes."

"I'm not surprised. You were like a crusader."

"Well with Chris it is different. It is so much more. I find that I come like a train and am much more sated afterwards. He does things to me and with me that turn me on so much. And then he's such a prude he blushes bright red if I even mention sex in the mildest form. You know when we came in on Saturday night after work, he was cooking naked in the kitchen waiting for me?"

"God, Jo, that is so sexy. So... it's..." Mikey blushed. "You're saying that what I heard last night was bigger and more extreme than usual?"

"Certainly that, but not so unusual."

"So do you always say things? And does it always go on so long?"

Jo laughed and cuddled her again. "I've always said things and whispered things. It's a real turn on to hear someone telling you how wonderful and sexy you are, and what you are doing to them."

"Oh God, Jo, I want it so much." Mikey said in a strangulated voice.

"And it hasn't ever gone on so long as it does with Chris. Before him, I used to have two or three orgasms with a good bloke. With Chris, I just lose count."

"It was never like that with The Bastard. I'm not sure I've ever had an orgasm like the one I thought I heard last night. I would describe our sex life as occasionally mildly pleasurable."

"That's because he didn't care about your experience. Chris is different. He gets a large part of his enjoyment out of my pleasure, so he takes care to look after me and make sure I'm with him. Oh Mikey, it's such a wonderful experience and he makes me so happy when I'm with him, and so sad when I'm not."

"Jo, I couldn't be more delighted for you. You deserve him, and I hope with all my heart you stay together."

"You know, Mikey, thoughts of marriage and children have passed through my mind. Me! The original feminist no glass ceilings take it or leave it girl. That's why it's taking me so long to understand myself and my feelings for Chris. And he's been so sweet about it. He even offered to stay away for me to make my mind up. That's how much he loves me."

Tears started streaming down Mikey's face and Jo cuddled her while she sobbed.

"That's so beautiful." She hiccoughed. "And I missed out."

"Sweetie, there's still time for you. Hey, perhaps Chris' brother's got a big dick and cares like he does."

Mikey drew in a shocked breath. "Jo!" She shrieked. "How could you?"

Just as she'd hoped, her outrageous comment had distracted Mikey. "Sorry, that was a bit out of order. But seriously, you could still find a man like that for yourself. Come on, let's go and see what Chris is cooking up for supper."

Chris had rustled up Spanish omelettes, which were delicious, but he seemed slightly distracted. When they got up to bed, Jo asked him about it.

"I'm a bit nervous about the new job tomorrow, to be honest."

"You think it's beyond you?"

"No." Chris coloured slightly. "Actually the other way, I wonder if it is challenging enough and whether I'll be able to keep it up. Also I'm worried that the shift work will get in the way of us being together."

"Well, you could always look around." Her face lit up. "You know, you could always just stay here and look for another job. I earn enough as a Doctor to keep us both."

Chris took Jo's face between his hands and kissed her so lovingly and so gently that she wished it would go on for ever."

"That is so sweet of you, and I know you mean it. But just for now I would like to carry on earning my own money, and just sponging a place to live off you."

He continued the kiss, and inevitably their hands started wandering, clothes started coming off, breathing became heavier, hitching in their chests with the sensations each gave the other. Finally Jo couldn't stand it any more. Clasping him round the neck, she simply lifted herself and wrapped her legs round his waist. The friction of him rubbing against her wet opening and clit made her breath catch.

"Oh God, I want you inside. I want to feel you filling me, pleasuring me, pulsing in me, unloading your hot fluids into me."

Chris groaned and reached down to guide himself into her, sliding into her hot slick channel until she bottomed out. He staggered as his legs nearly gave way with the intensity of their connection.

Jo lifted herself with arms and legs to get the movement she craved. She felt him thrusting to help, obviously as needy as her. The silky friction had her gasping with pleasure and increasing the tense-release sequence in arms and legs helping him to slam in and out.

The feeling of her impaling herself on him, and the sexy rippling of her muscles was driving him insane with love and lust. His legs and arms were protesting, and he staggered to the door, thrusting her back up against the fluffy dressing down hanging there to avoid bruising. With the help of the door to take some of her weight, he was able to match her thrust for thrust and they climbed together as sensation flooded through their bodies until they both cried out and flooded each other with their release.

It was all Chris could do to hold her without collapsing. "God Jo, you must be the sexiest woman alive."




Stoking the Fire Ch. 03



"Not bad yourself." Jo panted, legs and arms like jelly after the extended exercise. She was grateful for the door and for the softness of the fluffy dressing down.

Finally he managed to stagger to the bed to sit down, still impaled. With the muscle movement twitching and exciting him, the walk had made him hard again.

"Go tiger." Jo whispered in his ear. She unwrapped her legs, pushing him down, falling down with him so she could lift and fall on him while kissing. Her breasts were mashed against his chest, the hairs tickling them. His hands were roaming over her back and buttocks, tangling in her hair, framing her face for kisses. It was so romantic and exhilarating, Jo came and came. Then she felt his hand in between them reaching for her clit, and she moved up a gear, wailing with delight. She felt Chris squirting into her and going limp, and finally she also relaxed and lay boneless on top of him.

Some time later Jo woke feeling wonderful. She was still lying on top of Chris, head pillowed on his chest, his arms round her, and she realised he was still inside her. He was still asleep, but it was him getting hard again that had woken her to such pleasant sensation. Idly she wondered what he might be dreaming about. She hoped it was her. Her fingers were playing in his hair, and she couldn't resist humping lightly against him to increase the sensation inside her. Her clit bumped nicely against him.

Chris woke to the most wonderful feeling. As the mist started to clear, he realised that Jo's bumping up and down and moaning had woken him. He reached up and ran his fingers through her beautiful hair and down her back, then up her sides to caress the sides of her breasts.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"You did, but you can wake me this way anytime you like!"

"Love you Chris."

"Adore you Jo."

Her movements were getting stronger and more urgent, and once again they both cried out, Chris amazed that she had done it all and brought him to a most loving and satisfying climax.

As her movements died down, she snuggled up to him, and his wandering hands gentled her into sleep. It wasn't long after that he also dropped off, his mind registered that he was so lucky to have found her.

The next day was Monday, and Chris was doing a normal daytime shift until he knew his way around. Consequently they all arrived back home at about the same time. They were all pretty bushed, so decided to get the meal together, and perhaps work out a way of taking turns later.

Tuesday was made difficult by a visit to the surgery by The Bastard. Jo had already planned what to do if he came. He was shown into Mikey's nurse's room where he found Mikey standing by her treatment couch, Jo seated at Mikey's desk, and the practice handyman with a few tools spread on the floor, apparently mending a radiator.

The presence of Jo and the handyman made him speak to Mikey quietly. The suppressed tension demonstrated to Jo that he would not only have shouted, but probably also abused her without their presence.

"When are you coming back?"

"I'm not. I've left. I'd like a divorce."

"You can't. You're my wife. You've got to come back."

Mikey simply shook her head. She looked nervous, and flinched when he reached out towards her.

"What am I supposed to do? What do I tell the neighbours and my work colleagues?"

"I've left." Mikey repeated.

Jo had coached her, "Just keep saying you've left. That way he'll get the message and can't argue." When Mikey was worrying about what she would say.

"Stop saying that. I want you back." He was starting to get red in the face.

"What for?"

"What do you mean what for? Because you belong to me. I married you." He took a step towards Mikey, and she held up a hand as if to ward off a blow.

The handyman stood up wielding a useful-looking hammer, and The Bastard's hands fell to his sides.

"Look, you've got to come back."

"I've left."

He raised a hand, at which point Jo stood up and came to stand beside Mikey, holding her hand to give her strength, and the handyman caught the hand in mid air.

"If you have a question for Mikey, please ask." Jo looked him in the eye.

"I want you back."

"That's not a question." Jo was quick to point out.

He looked daggers at her. "Will you come back or not."

"I've left."

"It seems you've got your answer. I'd be grateful if you would leave, as you are now interrupting the work of this surgery. Thank you."

With obvious reluctance, he wrenched his wrist out of the handyman's hand, turned and went out. Mikey burst into tears and was comforted by Jo. The handyman gathered his tools into their bag, and as Mikey calmed, said,

"Interesting the way he asked for you back. It was all about him and his image. Nothing in it for you. No statement of love. He couldn't even say why he wanted you back. You've made the right decision Mikey. He doesn't deserve someone like you."

Mikey gave him a big hug, tears once more streaming down her face.

"Thank you. You are so kind."

Chris was incensed when the incident was reported to him. "The Bastard. The bloody bastard. I wish I'd been there to knock his face in."

Jo laughed. "I'm glad you weren't then. It wouldn't have helped Mikey."

The rest of the week proceeded with no unusual happenings until it was Friday.

"I'm nervous about tomorrow and meeting your brother tonight."

"If you're nervous, I suspect he's been in the loo on the train all the way here. He'll be castigating himself for a fool for agreeing. He'll be so nervous about what he's going to say he'll be completely tongue-tied when he gets here. He'll mix up his phrases and stutter and feel a complete fool. Are you that nervous?"

Mikey was looking at him in amazement. "Are you serious?"

"Never more so." Chris' serious expression told Mikey that he was very serious.

"Oh God, poor bloke. He obviously needs help to see girls are normal people."

"You're not wrong. I'm hoping the fact that he is part of a plan to help you with The Bastard will help him and make him less nervous." Chris added as an after-thought, "Although it won't help that you're beautiful."

Mikey's face registered surprise.

Jo cut in, "It's true Mikey. I know you've never thought so, but you are not only beautiful, but a lovely person."

"The lovely person bit will help him. I must go and get him from the station. See you in half an hour or so, assuming his train is on time."

After Chris had left, Mikey repeated that she was nervous to Jo.

"Why don't you tell him? That might help him as well."

Mikey smiled. "Good idea. What else?"

"Why don't you change into something less alluring just to meet him tonight?"

"Jo! How can you say I'm alluring in this old skirt and top?"

"Well you are. The skirt is beautifully cut to your figure, despite being old, and shows off your legs. The top hugs your breasts rather well." Jo grinned.

Mikey swatted Jo's arm. "All right. I'll go and change into jeans and a looser top."

When Chris arrived back, he introduced Mick to them both. Mikey's jaw dropped, and she glanced at Jo to see that she was similarly affected by this Adonis. Even his slightly geeky glasses suited him.

"Good evening, Mikey beautiful. You are very as my brother said."

Mikey laughed. "Mick. I'm very pleased to meet you. Thank you so much for being willing to help."

"Help. Oh yes, with your..." Mick's face went brick red and he stopped.

Jo suddenly realised that this was an extreme form of Chris' blushing.

"We've nick named him. So you're helping with The Bastard." Chris helped.

"Oh dear, yes, with... er... The Bastard." If anything his cheeks were even more red.

"You know I was really nervous about meeting you, especially as you are helping with The Bastard."

Mick looked amazed. "You were?"

"Yes. You see having been told for years that I was dowdy and no good, I didn't see why anyone would want to help me."

Mick looked completely gob smacked. "He said what? The Bastard." Suddenly he laughed. "I bet that's what Chris said and why you named him."

Mikey laughed. "Spot on."

"But you are gorgeous."

Chris and Jo were intrigued. No blush. No stutter. The plan was already working better than they could have hoped. Actually it was Mikey whose cheeks showed a becoming pinkness at the compliment.

"But I don't believe it. Well actually with these two I'm just beginning to wonder if I'm OK."

"OK? You're joking. You're wearing jeans and a top and you think you look only OK? You look stunning. And if you dressed up even slightly you would knock spots off anyone except a super model."

Mikey stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. His arm naturally went round her, and they ended up standing next to each other with an arm around each. Mick did redden slightly, but it was the most normal Chris had ever seen him.

"Mick, have you had something to eat? We're all going to have a nightcap before bed, but we could easily rustle up something on toast if you're hungry?" Jo asked.

"I'd love just the toast and a nightcap, please."

"I think I'll have a piece of toast as well." Mikey chimed in.

"Come into the kitchen and sit round the table."

The four of them sat and chatted until yawns all round drove them to bed. Mick was sleeping on the couch, but protested that he was fine. Chris and Jo were amused by Mikey's concern, and delighted that the plan was having the side effect of taking her mind off her troubles, as well as being so amazingly effective for Mick.

The next evening, Mick and Chris were waiting for the girls to come down ready to put the plan into action. As they came down the stairs, both men were overcome by their beauty.

Chris took Jo's hand and twirled her round, pulled her into his arms for a rather erotic kiss. "You look good enough to eat." He murmured into her ear.

Mick took Mikey's hand and kissed it. "You look stunning."

Mikey put her arms round him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you."

Then she heard him whisper in her ear, "Super model."

Mikey laughed, took hold of the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Neither couple really noticed what the other was doing or saying. They were too wrapped up in each other. What was noticeable was when the kisses ended, both women were looking at their men with sparkling eyes, and both men looked totally besotted.

At last they set off to the Blue Whale. It was not really the kind of place any of them would have chosen, but it wasn't terrible, and they were determined to enjoy themselves. It was early, so they were able to get a table, and set themselves up with a bottle of red and a few bits. The disco was playing some song that had a dance rhythm, so they all decided to dance, as The Bastard was not yet there.

When the song ended, the disco started a slow number, and both couples stayed to enjoy a close dance. Chris saw him come in first.

"Don't look now, but The Bastard has just walked in with The Tart. We'll just dance round so you can see."

"Ideal timing, with Mikey dancing close with Mick! Oh God, she really is a tart. Hang on, The Bastard's just seen Mikey. Look at his face -- we must get to her in case he makes a scene."

They danced quickly over to Mick and Mikey. Chris signalled with his eyes to Mick and Mick acknowledged he'd seen The Bastard with an infinitesimal movement of his head, and kept Mikey's back to him.

"I don't like the look on his face." Chris said into Jo's ear. "Stay with them, and I'll alert the staff."

He disappeared over to the bar and told the bartender what was going on. The bartender said he'd page the bouncer. When Chris got back, The Bastard was in full flood to a white-faced Mikey. Mick and Jo were both rigid with anger, but holding themselves in check. Suddenly The Bastard lashed out at Mikey and caught her a stunning blow across the face. This was too much for Mick, who knocked him down and stood over him.

"If you touch her again, so help me God, I'll kill you."

The Bastard looked frightened. Typical bully thought Chris. He was impressed with his brother though.

Just at that moment, the bouncer came up and ordered The Bastard out. He started to argue, so the bouncer simply picked him up and threw him out. The Tart was nowhere to be seen.

When Mick turned, Jo was comforting Mikey, and he set off to get some ice from the bar for her face. A tremulous smile was his reward. They helped Mikey to the table and sat down to recover.

"Mikey, can we take you home?" Mick was solicitous.

She smiled at him and took his hand. "No, just sit here with me for a bit. You two go off and dance."

When Chris and Jo got back to the table for a drink, having danced so many songs they'd lost count, Mick and Mikey were deep in conversation, and arm in arm.

"Come on you two. Let's have one last dance, and go and get some rest."

They all danced the slow number, then went home. Jo and Chris went straight up, leaving Mick and Mikey to say goodnight before turning in. Inevitably, there was a lot of exploring of the deep Vs in Jo's top before clothing hit the floor and temperatures hit the ceiling. In the aftermath, Jo was sure she heard noises elsewhere in the house, and hoped she was right.

Sunday was a lazy day. Mikey's face was bruised, but she said it was better than it had often been in the past.

"Bastard." Mick bit out.

"Yes, but we would never have met otherwise."

Mick grinned, and kissed her.

At one point, Mikey and Jo were alone in the kitchen making some tea.

"Jo, you were right. He has got a big dick."

"Mikey! I'm so pleased. Was he good?"

"I came twice, and I couldn't believe how wonderful it was."

"Oh, Mikey. What did I say. You see it's not too late for you. Was he OK about you still being married?"

"That's what we were talking about last night while you were dancing. I told him everything, and that I thought it wasn't a good idea because we had only just met, I was still married, and I was on the rebound."

"What did he say?"

"He said he'd haunt me until I agreed to see him."

"And you think?"

"Well I wouldn't have slept with him unless I was serious about him. He's just the opposite of The Bastard. You were right. He cared about how I felt. I'm discovering that I'm a novice with sex, and he is too. More so than me!"

"And you're discovering together and it's wonderful, eh?"

"Yes. Oh Jo, neither of us could believe what a turn on it is just to explore. You know he kissed me there." Mikey blushed.

"I hope he did more than just kiss you!" Jo exclaimed.

Mikey blushed even more. "Yes -- it was one of the times I came. He told me, um... he told me I er... tasted nice."

"I like the taste of Chris too."

"Really? I never thought I could do that for him too. How exciting."

"Isn't it interesting that it's exciting to give pleasure as well as to receive. You might not like it, but I certainly do."

"You know, you were right about another thing too. He talked to me about how good I made him feel, and what he wanted to do to me to make me feel good. It was so erotic. And I found myself doing it too. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't difficult at all, and me telling him was almost as sexy as him telling me."

"See Mikey. I'm so pleased for you. Hang onto him, he's like Chris, a real keeper."

While this was going on in the kitchen, Mick was talking to Chris. A much more restrained male conversation.

"I slept with her last night Chris. Perhaps I shouldn't have because she is so vulnerable. But I think I love her and she seems to feel the same way about me. I don't care that she's been married. She's the only one I've ever felt able to communicate with. I feel normal around her, instead of like a bear with two left feet and no skin."

"Mick I'm really pleased for you. Just don't let her down."

Mick looked indignant. "You must be joking. I'm going to cherish her."

And that was that. They got engaged as soon as the divorce came through. Jo's strategy paid off in the divorce, as The Bastard contested it. The evidence from the handyman, Jo, the bartender and the bouncer meant that he didn't have a leg to stand on, and the divorce was granted immediately. Both Jo and Chris were delighted and threw a small engagement party for them. Mikey was leaving to live with Mick and had a new job as nurse in a practice local to him. While it was good to have the house to themselves again, they missed Mick and Mikey.

Shortly after Mikey left, Jo went on a house call to a farm some way outside the town. When people requested house calls, they always tried to get them to come in to the surgery, or deal with it on the phone. But when one of the outlying farms asked, they all knew that it must be serious, and dropped everything and went. In this case it was a child with a very high temperature, and Jo had worked hard to reduce the temperature and treat her. It was a long and exhausting few hours, but it worked, and Jo left when she was stable.

On the way back from the call, she was exhausted and hungry, so she called in at an out of town supermarket. She was queuing at the till when she heard a voice saying, "That's fourteen pounds seventy five." Her head snapped round. It was Chris.

"What's going on?" She asked in an under voice.

"This is my job." He blushed.

"Oh Chris. I know I can't expect a conversation while you are on duty. Let's talk when you're home."

Jo was shattered. What could be going on? Why was he on a supermarket till? Surely he hadn't done that just to be near her? He loved his old job. What if they split? How could he put up with the repetition after his previous job? And she had asked if it were too big a stretch! Sacrifice, that was the word. He'd always said he would do anything because he loved her. And he was doing exactly that.

And what about me? How do I feel? I would do exactly the same because I love him too. Wait, did I just think that? I did.

When Chris arrived home, Jo had tea ready for them both, and they sat in the sitting room to drink it.

"Jo, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to know, because it would have put pressure on you."

Jo knelt down next to him, took his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly.

"Will you marry me?"

Chris looked stunned, then deliriously happy. "Yes. Oh yes. Yes. Yes, Yes."

He pulled her up and danced round the room kissing her. Then he knelt down and said, "Thank you God."

She laughed and pulled him up. "Now fuck your fiancée for the first time."

Chris blushed, but said, "You bet. First of 25,000."

Jo looked confused.

"Remember you said you wanted to get to 25? Well, I've upped the target."

Realisation dawned on Jo's face. She cracked up laughing, then whispered in his ear, "But that's only one a day. Let's go for 75,000 as a start!"

Epilogue:

Chris never found a job with his old skills, but when they decided to have children, Chris stayed at home while Jo continued to Doctor. To their joy, Mikey was pregnant at the same time, and the two families met regularly. Both Jo and Chris' children became volunteers on the railway, though not in the loco department. At their ruby wedding celebration Jo whispered to Mikey,

"We beat the 75,000."

Mikey blushed, but whispered back, "We didn't do so badly either. Not as many, but I'm sure it was just as much fun. Thank you for finding Mick for me. A few more yet?"

"You bet."



Stoking the Fires Within



Weeks can pass in an instant without you ever realizing they took place if one isn't careful. This is a tale about just that. In that one instant your life can take a drastic change for the better or worse and your hopes and dreams either crushed or realized. 

As Chad headed home that fateful night repeatedly dialing home and his wife's cell phone number without answer he started to get a bit worried. He hadn't talked to her all day which was highly unusual but still happened on occasion. But there was something more bothering him, a welling deep in the pit of his stomach and he knew, just knew, that something was amiss. As he pulled into the parking lot he could feel the dread growing even more within himself. 

Chad got out of the car and noticed the sheriff's car in the lot but without the lights twirling and flashing it drew no real reason for hesitance at the moment. He walked through the doors to his building and slowly climbed the steps to his third floor apartment. As he crossed the threshold of the hallway there stood an officer knocking on his door. 

Now as everyone knows that momentary fear that he had done something rushed to him and he wanted to bolt. But Chad knew he had done no wrong, his days of doing silly things that could have even warranted an officer at his home were long, long, gone. 

"Can I help you officer?" Chad asked with a inquisitive voice.

"Are you Mr. Chad Smith?" the officer queried?

Still hesitant but prepared, "Yes, sir I am, may I ask why you are here?"

"Son can we go inside and sit down I have some things that you need to hear and this hallway doesn't seem like the best place to do it?"

Chad nodded and slipped past the officer and unlocked the door, looking for any sign of his wife and children, although none were apparent he figured perhaps they had stopped for takeout and would be home any minute. 

"Chad, I am afraid I have some bad news," the officer started, "Your wife and children were in an accident a few hours ago down on 95 North."

Chad's fears were suddenly a reality and those were the last words he would hear for a few days that would sink in. He had somehow managed to block out all the rest of what the officer had told him. He knew that it wasn't just an accident and injuries, or the hospital would have called him. The officer had come to inform him that he was now a childless widower. 

The family had come from Ohio to rally around him and give support as well as some of his co-workers and friends. His job was going to be held for him indefinitely he was told and yet the worry was already setting in. He knew that Aimee's life insurance policy would set him up for quite a long time but, he had of course hoped that neither of them would ever be able to cash in on these policies. They had flown the bodies back home and had a closed casket funeral and then without a much time passing he was back in the apartment. Chad realized that there was no reason to stay here any longer but he couldn't bring himself to move out. This was the last home he had shared with his girls and he had to cling to that as long as he could. There was no way around that in his mind. This was still their home and he did find himself many times lying on his eldest child's bed clutching her favorite stuffed animals with tears in his eyes. 

Two weeks after the officer had been knocking at his door another knock came. Chad didn't want to answer it and he sat on the couch watching the girl's favorite movie reminiscing about all the times they had watched it together. The pounding at the door persisted but he couldn't bring himself up off the couch to answer the door, he wished to be left in his solitude to wallow. 

Just then his phone rang and he decided he had best answer it, hopefully it was someone he could just talk to, a salesperson who would not be able to hang up once he began to let it all out or anyone that might just be calling. He didn't want to see anyone but he was finally ready to let it all out. 

Picking up the phone he looked down at the caller id log on the display window and saw that it was Chris. His boss from work and a friend who had always been there before. Slowly he waited till the final ring would come prior to the answering machine to pick it up and then he click the talk button. 

"Hi Chris," he said in a voice he barely recognized himself. 

"Open the fucking door, right now Chad," she ordered him.

Chad suddenly realized who was there and he got up and flipped the locks on the door. "Come on in," he whispered into the receiver.

Chris took one look around the house and could see the disarray that had happened to the house in the last few weeks. There were bottles, plates, dishes, and clothes strewn everywhere around the living room and a glance down the hallway showed more of the same. Taking a deep breath she began to speak to him.

"Chad, you need to talk to someone, as long as I 've known you, you've been strong and a leader and never been one to let yourself go. You haven't shaved obviously in two weeks and this house is a mess."

"Chris thanks for coming but I don't need any lectures right now, did you come to tell me my job is gone now?" he asked.

"No, you dumbass I came to listen to whatever you say and get you back on your feet and out into the world again. We could care less how long you take from work, we know what you're going through..." Chad stood up a look of anger taking form in his expression, "How the fuck do you know what it's like to lose your wife and children all in one fell swoop Chris? How do you know what it's like to go to work after kissing the three of them goodbye in the morning and then coming home to find an officer waiting to tell you your family is dead? Hmmm? Just how the fuck do you suppose you know what this is like?"

And then it happened, the dam broke and the tears burst through. Chad began to sob and weep like never before the past two weeks, the sudden rush of emotion too much to bear alone anymore. Chris rushed to him and wrapped her arms around him, pushing him down onto the couch and holding him close. It broke her heart to see him like this, always the leader and the consoler he was, to now see him so weak and vulnerable was perhaps one of the most shocking things she had seen in her lifetime. 

"It's ok, let it all out Chad, I let Sharon know that I was coming over to see you and that I was probably taking a day or two off to try and get you back on your feet again. She said that was fine and to do whatever I had to, we need you back whenever you're ready and not just to work for us but to bring life back into the schools you work in and the office. The big boss has already approved for you to be in the office as soon as you wish, so that if being in schools is to hard on you, you can stay with the company."

Chad wept now even harder, realizing that he had been such a prick to everyone these past two weeks, just shutting them all out and then closing up to them all. He felt Chris' hands caressing his back in a soothing manner and then for the first time in two weeks he just passed out. A deep sleep that was too long in coming, one that he hadn't let himself have thus far. But feeling anyone's arms around him right now was so comforting that his mind just shut down and ordered him to sleep. 

Chris felt his sobs stop abruptly and then she concluded that he had passed out, sheer exhaustion must have overcome him. She had seen the bags under his eyes and knew he had put himself through so much grief lately without release that this was exactly what he needed. She waited there with his head on his lap for a few hours before sliding out from underneath him and getting a blanket and pillow. Then she set out to straighten the place up.

Late the next morning Chad awoke on the couch with a bit of relief as he looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and seeing that the room had become clean as he slept. He searched for Chris with his eyes and then peered over the end of the couch, there she was eyes closed a blanket around her and sleeping peacefully beneath him on the floor. He got up and stepped over her and went into the bathroom, as he looked at himself in the mirror he realized how horrible he looked now. Two weeks of beard growth a full head of hear taking root and a pale complexion as a result of his constant indoor confinement. 

Chad turned the shower on and stepped out of his boxer briefs. He felt the hot water spraying his body and it felt like it was washing away some of the hurt with it as he cleaned himself. He knew he would have to shave but couldn't find the energy to do that yet, the steaming water was making him tired again and as he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower there was a knock at the door. 

"Hey, I gotta pee," Chris said as he peeked out the door. 

"Ok give me just a second and I'll be out," Chad replied.

Quickly he grabbed his towel and dried off and then wrapped it around him as he opened the door. "All yours Chris."

Chris walked through the door rushing past him but she didn't fail to notice his wet body, muscular but not to muscular for her taste, and then she pushed the door closed to pee in peace. As she turned on the shower after using the bathroom she felt a tingle, a slow steady one building inside her body. She hadn't had sex in months and her fiancee' had called a week before and announced that he had decided to not return after his deployment, he was extending for another year overseas and he told her that she needn't wait on him any longer. Chris had been slightly relieved and extremely saddened by all of that information but in the way he had relayed it the impact wasn't as profound as she had expected. He had told her all this and then just hung up, it was so matter of fact, and done in such a chicken shit way that she had tossed all their pictures, cried and burned the rest out back behind the house that night, and that was all it took for her to be over it.

Normally she would have called Chad, and talked to him about everything, at least prior to all of this happening with his wife she would have. But now it wasn't the same, their dynamic had changed. Suddenly the two forces that had always seemed to spur the spark between them, the ability to flirt without fear of any intimacy or just harmless teasing were gone. 

Chris shut that part of her mind down though, she knew that Chad wouldn't want to bed another woman for a long time and no matter how much he had teased her in the past, and sworn if her fiancee' left her he'd get her in bed didn't hold any truth. Nor was she about to tell him that this inhibitor had been removed from their relationship. In time perhaps she would share that with him but for now she was thinking of what she could do to cheer him up and get him back out into the world.

As Chris stepped out of the shower she heard a knock on the door, "Are you about done water hog," he asked teasingly, "I'd like to shave soon and all my stuff is in this bathroom."

Chris giggled and wrapped the towel around her, it was then that she realized that she hadn't brought a change of clothes with her and she wasn't about to put the others back on right now. She was faced with either asking him for something to wear or going out naked at the moment. She pondered and then decided that asking him for some of his clothes would be easier than asking for something of Aimee's.

"Hey, this is going to sound stupid Chad but, do you think you could let me borrow some of your clothes so that I can wash my others? I didn't think I'd be staying overnight here."

Chad thought for a minute, and then went to get her some running pants, and a t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of silk boxers from his drawer just in case and tossed them by the door. "I'll go watch some tv so you can reach out and get these," he replied.

Chris waited just a moment and then peered out the door and grabbed the clothes. As she slipped into the silk boxers her body shivered. She had been close with Chad but this was another step completely, wearing his clothes, his silk boxers gliding over her ass and teasing her bare pussy had her nearly too exited to think. It wasn't just his clothes doing this too her it was seeing him earlier with that spark in his eye, a bit of his old self returning and she knew he'd have a comment for her when she came out wearing his stuff.

Sure enough as she emerged he chimed up from the living room, "Hey I decided to wear that outfit today so take it off right now," he grinned at her as he came down the hallway. 

"Now there's the old Chad I know and love," she giggled again, "boy you do need to shave, would you like some help?"

Chad knew this was innocent and as much as he wanted to still just sit down and mourn the loss he had just been dealt he thought it would be nice to be touched, innocently and by a friend who cared.

"Yes, as a matter of fact that would be nice Chris."

Chad sat down on the edge of the tub as she lathered up his head and face with shaving cream, he was a bit nervous never having let anyone do this before but he couldn't imagine anything nicer at the moment he could actually feel.

Chris took her time, slowly shaving him as she would her own legs and body, rinsing the blade often as she removed the hair from his body. She was proud of herself, only having given him one minor nick as she finished up. "Smooth enough for you?" she asked.

Chad ran a hand over his face, feeling the goatee still there and his cheeks smooth and head to match. "I think so but you feel it and tell me."

Chris put her face up against his cheek to cheek and wrapped her arms around him, "Yes, feels just right mister," she teased.

Chad hugged her tight, and whispered a thank you between a few tears. "Sorry, it's just I haven't had much contact with anyone outside my mind in almost two weeks so this is a bit of sensory overload."

"Let's go out and go shopping or catch a movie Chad."

"Alright, I think I could do that, but if I start to get tense can we come home?" he asked.

"Sure, I just want to get you out of her for a little while. Besides I should maybe buy some clothes that fit. Just something for a few days while I am here with you, that is if you'd like me to stay."

"Of course I would," he hesitated, "I didn't realize how much I needed someone around, but thank you for forcing me to do so."

After shopping for a few hours they stopped and grabbed some fast food and headed home with a few purchases and movies they had rented. Chad hadn't felt like staying out in public much longer. As they ate and watched the first movie Chris just leaned against him, letting him know that she was there and cared about him.

"I'm getting tired Chris but I'm afraid to sleep, I know that may sound stupid but the last few weeks up until last night I hadn't slept much at all. I know we have always teased in the past but do you think we could watch a movie in the bedroom. I changed the sheets last week, I couldn't stand even being in the room with the last sheets Aimee and I had slept on so there isn't much telltale signs of her being there anymore. I don't mean that as a come on but I didn't think you'd feel comfortable if you fell asleep where she used to lay."

"Chad, that's fine, we can watch a movie and if you need to feel a body next to you to lull you to sleep I understand. We all do, everyone at work and all your friends know that you are suffering. I am here to help."

They made their way back to the bedroom and popped in a movie, Chad put his head down and reached out, just wanted some physical contact with another person. As he put his hand in Chris' he gave it a squeeze, "Thank you Chris, I needed this more than I knew."

Chris kissed his forehead and sat back up, "You're welcome Chad, I was always just a phone call away."

In the middle of the night Chris woke up to Chad shaking and trembling and sitting up next to her. "What's wrong Chad," she asked as she pulled him into a hug.

"I just had the strangest dream, I...I saw....h...her, " he stuttered, "Aimee told me that it was ok to miss her but I had to move on."

Chad curled against Chris who couldn't find any words and soon he was asleep again. She could feel his warm face on her stomach, inches from the silk boxers of his that she had on when she woke up a few hours later. Chris couldn't deny the arousal she felt, just being in bed with Chad, under any other circumstances she would have reached over and touched him and initiated sex right then. It wasn't like her to do such a thing but she secretly desired it. She wanted to know what he felt like, how long and thick he was, how he kissed and so many more things. But it was too soon. For them both it was too early to even imagine being with another person. But on the primal level the both yearned for that consoling. 

Chris went back to sleep after staring at the ceiling for a while and she drifted off wishing that their situation was different that they were just both single, without the tragedy behind him or having in effect just been dumped by her fiancee'. In the morning she slid out of bed, Chad still sound asleep having rolled away from her sometime since she had last awoken and went to empty her bladder. She could hear Chad shifting around in his room, apparently having awoken with the same need and gone into the master bathroom while she used the one in the hallway. She could hear him as he settled back into bed. And then he called out to her.

"Chris, come back to bed, we can finish watching the movie or just lay her a while longer. I don't think either of us has to be anywhere today."

Chris grinned, "Alright be right there," she said as she grabbed her toothbrush purchased yesterday and freshened her breath. 

Sliding into bed she was less hesitant to flip onto her side and spoon with him. Chad wrapped an arm around her and sighed before falling asleep nuzzled close. She should have known better she thought as she stirred in that listless area between half awake and half asleep. She felt Chad's deep breaths behind her and tingles ran all through her body. Her pussy was on fire and then she felt it. Chad's cock pressed against her ass.

Chad awoke with his cock brushing against Chris' ass. He felt guilty for betraying his wife like this, and yet, he knew that he had mourned and if Aimee was alive she would have told him to move on. That is how she had always been. She had told him a long time ago that if she died she didn't wanted him pining away for her. She wanted him to be happy. 

Well at the moment that was quite exactly what he was doing, he was happy that Chris was in bed just cuddling with him, letting him know she was there and there only to help him through this but he wished she didn't have a fiancee' because his remorse would be easy to lose if he could find an intimacy with another person. Although he knew well the only person he would ever be able to lose himself with would be Chris, for she was the only other person in the world he felt strongly towards as a friend and even more so now.

Tempted to just touch her and see what her reaction would be was becoming too strong for him. He slowly slipped his hand up and brushed her hips with it and then realizing what he was doing he rolled over away from her. Damn, I am stupid he thought, this is the only person that has come to get me out and help and here I am contemplating touching her and trying something with her.

He forced himself back to sleep and faintly realized a few minutes later that he could feel Chris' arm curled over his own and draped down over his stomach. So dangerously close that if he got hard it might hit her hand. He fell asleep knowing the danger anyway though.

Chris had decided when Chad touched her hip that if he moved in anyway to touch her or gain intimacy with her she wasn't going to hold back she was going to open herself up to him completely. Her breath caught in her throat as she rolled over and dropped her arm over him now, she knew they were playing a game of cat and mouse and she was prepared to become the hunter this time. Chris softly let her hand glide over his stomach and then she reached the top of his boxers. She just left her hand there and curled as close as possible making him feel the heat of her body against him.