Chapter 3: Plucked!

January - August 2014 - Carl

Now a little breathless, I tried to compose my disintegrating thoughts realising that he was moving closer.

“I think we might have enjoyed it too!” I replied bravely unaware that these words were an open invitation and probably confirmed my acceptance of the weeks to come. Thoughts flooded through my brain. The thought of sex with him was attractive and an adventure, the money question should not have been an issue but was certainly helpful in persuading me to go with hormones rather than head and it would help my prize idiots.

I smiled even though he was now well within what I would call “my personal space”.I was blind and deaf to the clamour in my brain that If there were to be any chance I was going to stop the situation developing further I should step back, ask him to leave or at the very least adjust my clothing. I did none of that.

I detected a faint aroma of coffee, soap and that indefinable scent of man given off and carried by the heat of his body. I found it mouth-watering.

I knew he was dangerous but his gaze, his smell, his heat, his proximity made my pulse race.

His eyes told me all trace of anger, all thoughts of Dell and James had flown his mind (and mine). His eyes flickered to and from my still unfastened skirt; the unbuttoned and gaping blouse and what I suspect was an open invitation in my eyes as my senses at least, took over from thought processes.

I felt a stab of alarm as I realised I hadn’t showered that morning and tried unsuccessfully; (without being obvious about it such as by sniffing myself); to ascertain my own odour status. Whatever the status, he was not deterred but on the contrary, drew closer.

There was only a small gap between our bodies and I felt electric charges crackling between us presumably carrying pheromones, heat, chemistry whatever! Every nerve ending tingled and burned almost willing him to come even closer.

All this was in milliseconds

I said nothing.

I aso suppose my interrupted coitus had left me a little needy and for some time I had been having sex with virtually unknown men of various physical attractiveness levels without question. I knew that within minutes all the secrets of my body would be his and I would not just be powerless to resist but urge him on.

He leaned towards me and brushed my lips with his, his eyes gazing into mine watching for my reaction and said:

“Sweet!”

As he spoke he brought his hand up my side to my still open blouse and when I didn’t flinch he reached inside and brushed his fingertips across my breast and nipple and again said:

“Sweet!”

His other hand raised the front my skirt and his eager fingers, meeting no underwear sought my moist nest, My eyes closed and I gave a little exhalation of breath as he found my clitoris and probed my rapidly self-lubricating canal.