Chapter 3

It was the following Friday that Tom announced he was going to Leeds on Monday, to help set up a new computer system there in one of the branch offices.

'I'll be away for the whole week, ' he said, ' the company are paying and I'm staying in a hotel. Do you fancy coming?'

'Darling, I'm sorry', Jane really was vexed, 'I have a meeting with the publishers on Thursday about my illustrations and I'm nowhere near ready with them. I'll need to work flat-out.'

She bent over the chair where Tom was reading the paper and kissed him. To her surprise he responded by hauling her over and kissed her passionately.

'Oh Tom', she murmured, 'I do love you.' And she reached up and grabbed the hair at the back of his his head pulling him down, then kissed him fiercely, her tongue probing into his mouth.

They rolled off the armchair on to the floor and lay for a second, recovering from the fall. Tom turned on to his side so that they lay face to face looking at each other.

He looked surprised and for an awful moment he thought he was going to accuse her of wantonness. He had once done that when she had made a suggestion about going on top in their love-making. She had not risked any such suggestion again. He was the man. He should take the initiative.

But now he kissed her again and she felt his hand roving down her thigh until it came off the hem of her skirt and caressed her leg. Slowly his hand crept up under her skirt and she opened her legs to allow it access between her thighs. She pressed her mouth against his, tongue searching, as he reached her covered mound and she felt that part of her dissolve, all hot and moist. She pushed hard against his hand as she felt his fingers probing through her knickers.

'You're all wet' he breathed, his hand fondling her, pressing the thin fabric of her panties against her springy bush and into the soaking cleft of her sex.

'Oh, Tom! Oh! Ohhh!' she panted into his neck as she felt a finger slide under the lace-fringed leg of her knickers and touch the wet mouth of her sex. She squirmed and wriggled her bottom with delight on the carpet as his searching finger wormed about in the curly hairs that bearded her opening and at last found its way between her swollen lips She moaned her pleasure at the feeling of it entering into her juice-drenched hole.

' Oh Tom! Oh Tom! Yes! Ohhhh!. That's so nice. Oh! Yes! Do that, my darling!', Jane grasped Tom's wrist urging him to touch her higher in her slit where she felt the most pleasure. She thrust against his fingers, wanting him to put another one into her opening but frightened to ask in case he thought her lewd.

Instead she felt a wave of disappointment and a sense of loss as he withdrew his finger altogether For a moment she thought he was going to reprimand her for her words and for her action. But instead he rose to his knees between her legs and pushed them up, so that her bottom was raised off the carpet.