Chapter 2

Sitting on the train, Cathy tried to ignore her worries about the future. She was happy, gloriously happy, to dwell on the past. How David, tall, dark handsome David, her friend — now her lover — had fulfilled her fantasies and taken her virginity.

Her wildest erotic dreams had not prepared her for the sensual pleasure of making love for the first time. After six months of waiting and hoping, her 'big brother' had been so understanding, not laughing at her gaucheness and lack of experience. She wished that every girl could find someone as sensitive and passionate to lead them to womanhood.

She wanted to relive every moment; from the first tentative touch in the bar to the final time his hot seed erupted deep inside her body, before they fell asleep.

Then she remembered the aching loss when he had not been there in the morning. The enigmatic note that had said everything and nothing; gave her hope and despair.

"What happens now?" thought the tall, dark haired girl as she stretched her long, slender legs in front of her train seat. "Do I just go into the office and carry on as before, pretend nothing has happened?"

She knew it was impossible. It's a bit difficult keeping the same relationship with one of your bosses when, the night before, he had his face between your naked thighs, licking your pussy, and had fucked you three times. That sort of changes life pretty fundamentally, whether you like it or not.

She promised herself that next time, if there were to be a next time, she wouldn't be such a silly goose; so, so virginal. These hang-ups about being watched undressing, having her breasts and pussy displayed, were stupid. It must be the result of her strict upbringing. Her domineering mother, with her puritanical values, who seemed to think that sex was a mortal sin unless it was for procreation. That flesh should never be on display. Hell, it was a wonder she hadn't spent her adolescence in a burqa.

Even though the embarrassment, the humiliation, had aroused her powerfully, it must stop. Yes, next time she would force herself to be more composed; be more dominant — if David wanted there to be a next time. If she still had a job.

What David's attitude to her would be, she couldn't guess. Perhaps he would be embarrassed and want to forget anything happened, just a silly mistake brought on by too much wine. Yes, that was probably right. Hot tears welled in her eyes as she envisaged the scene. He would be polite and kind, he always was, but firm.

"Look, Cathy, about last night. I know it was very good and we both wanted it but, you do realize, in my, our position, it's just not on. A partner can't have office affairs so there can't ever be a repeat. You do understand, don't you?"

Oh, she forgot!

" ... but you know I'll still respect you."

She just didn't want to think about it. She'd much rather hold on to the memory of how her tight vagina had gripped him as he slid his hard penis inside her virgin sheath. The wonderful sensations that had rippled like earth tremors throughout her entire body as he rode her faster and faster until she had exploded in glorious, shattering orgasm.

"God, I feel good," she thought, "This sex thing is better than vitamin pills. Why did I wait so long?"

The hot damp spot in her crotch was crying out for attention. She looked carefully around the carriage. There was no-one sitting anywhere in sight, so she undid the side button of her short skirt and slipped her hand under the waistband.

Her hand moved into her panties, through the fine black hair of her mound, until her fingers found her engorged lips. Slipping two fingers inside her pussy, she was amazed how wet she was. All the nerve endings in her swollen sex lips tingled under the gentle ministrations of her thumb.

With eyes tightly closed, she tried to bring back the images of last night in the hotel; her excitement and erotic embarrassment. Instead, she saw herself transported back in time to the Orient. She was a newly captured harem girl, being prepared for her new wealthy owner.

She had been stripped naked, bathed and her whole body coated with sweet smelling oils by beautiful, dusky women in the harem. Dressed in a diaphanous white satin shift that barely reached the tops of her thighs; she was standing outside the door, nervously awaiting a summons.

The chief eunuch clapped his hands and she moved forward in a daze, hands tied behind her back with silken cords. She heard the words of the harem mistress.

"Recruits from Europe are always so yielding, my Lord. This is a particularly fine specimen; a virgin, no less. I'm sure she will be satisfactory."

Cathy managed to lift her eyes and saw David sitting on a wide leather couch in front of her. He was cloaked in voluminous rich robes, decorated with purple and gold borders. He was smiling.

"Satisfactory, you say. Mmm. Let me see for myself."

"Of course, my liege."

With this, Cathy felt soft hands at her neck and the two shoulder clasps of the flimsy gown were undone. As the wisp of satin floated to the ground, a burning crimson glow suffused her face and neck; down to the thrust out swells of her firm breasts. Not only was her enforced nudity in front of this handsome man making her feel uncomfortable; the knowledge of the wanton spectacle she presents excited her dreadfully.

Her smooth olive skin was sleek and shiny, and the black curls of her oiled pubic hair glistened in the light. The women had teased her nipples erect earlier but now they were nubs of marble, shamefully revealing her state of arousal.

The man beckoned her forward and, as she had been ordered, she approached wordlessly. Instructed to look straight ahead, she could sense hungry eyes devouring her intimacy. She sucked in her breath when hands brusquely squeezed her swollen breasts and tweaked her nipples quite roughly.

A frisson shivered up her spine as David's finger curled inside her moist vagina, pulling on her pubic bone to draw her closer. She felt his hot breath on her belly and tried to control the stirring in her loins. The full taut globes of her bottom were gripped and weighed as if they were ripe fruit on a market stall. She realized that was exactly what she was; sexual merchandise.

"Turn around and spread your legs wide apart."

The command was firm but the throaty sound of the voice seemed to caress her naked flesh. She complied and goose bumps covered her body as she saw the lustful female eyes of the harem mistress reveling in her debasement.

"Good. Now bend forward as far as you can."

She hesitated. This was too much. The chief eunuch was looking anxious, fearful that disobedience would cost him a beating and this made her certain. She wanted to please this David-man, be owned by this man, and she leaned forward as far as her spread legs would allow.

Already aware of the display she was making of her most secret places, the humiliation was greatly intensified when she wais forced to pull her bottom cheeks as widely apart as she could with her wrists tied. The strong smell of her arousal invaded her nostrils and she realized the man must also be aware of her female sex scent.

The first touch of his fingers on her puffy, juice coated labia was electric. A fingernail followed, gently tracing from her vagina back through the crease in her ass. She flinched as the nail began toying with the puckered ring of her anus; her most secret, private place.

Completely mortified, she pleaded silently, "Not there, oh God, please not there."

The fingers continued their devilish exploration of her nether regions and orifices and she suddenly realized she was being masturbated for someone else's pleasure with other people watching her debasement. Her gasps and moans, her shivers and the pulsing of her vagina were being drawn from her to excite and arouse the man who was playing her body like a virtuoso.

The fantasy receded as Cathy felt the heat growing between her legs while she massaged the walls of her vagina. Her thumb sought her clitoris and she started to shake as she rubbed the swollen nub. She closed her eyes, picturing the handsome, dark haired man who had taken her virginity. She remembered the wonderful new feeling of fullness when his hard cock had been deep in her pussy. Desperate for release, she worked her clitoris harder and harder until she groaned loudly as strong waves of orgasm flooded her body and she slumped back in her seat, gasping.

"Are you all right, ma'am?"

Cathy nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of the voice.

Looking up like a deer caught in headlights, she went scarlet with embarrassment seeing the young, uniformed man standing beside her in the aisle, his hands on the coffee cart.

"It's just; you seemed to be in some distress. Can I help you at all?"

Mortified, her face burning and her hand still deep in her juice filled panties, she could only mutter, "Err, no thanks, it's ... it's just cramp."

How long had he been standing there? She prayed he hadn't seen too much of her lewd performance. Perhaps he hadn't fully realized what she was doing. From the wide grin on his face as he moved on, Cathy was only too aware that she had made his day.

Still smarting from the humiliation on the train, she crept into the office and put her case under the desk while most people were still at lunch, glad of the chance to slip in unnoticed. She needed a couple of minutes to compose herself, before changing her sodden panties. Thank goodness it was Friday and she could soon escape to the quiet sanctuary of her apartment for the weekend.

"Hi Cathy, didn't notice you were back."

Swiveling on her chair, she saw Karen, one of the partners and an attractive redhead, walking towards her.

"It's been terrible. Clifford and I have been completely lost without you. And I couldn't find anyone to stand in for you as my squash buddy on Thursday."

Although Karen was a good friend, Cathy couldn't face a conversation just then. The sight of the exquisitely well dressed, attractive woman made her more uncomfortable and ashamed about the sticky mess between her thighs.

Cathy just knew Karen would never be caught masturbating on a train or have to sit in the office in soiled, damp panties. She was much too classy. Cathy had always been envious of her boss's natural elegance and stylish clothes sense. As she'd often seen in the sports changing room, even Karen's underwear was refined and sexy; a far cry from Cathy's simple bras and panties. How she wished she had the courage to be bolder.

"How was the course then, did you meet any interesting people?"

"The course was really first rate, Karen, I learnt a lot. More than you could say for most of the people though, boring as hell mainly."

"Oh well, if you will mix with stuffy legal types. Anyway, I thought David was down there yesterday? He's not boring, surely?"

"No, no, of course not. It was a relief to have a friendly face to talk to," said Cathy a bit too curtly.

And a friendly cock to fuck her! She hoped Karen couldn't read the guilt on her face. A sudden image flashed through her mind; of David standing naked by her bed, his rampant penis towering over her face like a weapon. She shivered.

Karen said laughingly, "Well, I hope you were a good girl and didn't try to seduce him, what with the two of you staying in a smart hotel together. You know how boys like to misbehave."

Cathy felt her face flush and was completely at a loss for words. Luckily, she was rescued as the subject of their conversation appeared.

"What's this," said David with a cheerful grin, "Mothers' meeting? No work to do, you pair? I thought you had to get the French draft contract off tonight Karen?"

Karen raised her light green eyes to the ceiling and smiled.

"Yes, yes, you're right, as always! I'm really pushed, I must dash.

"Catch you later, guys," she called over her shoulder, already on the way back to her office.

David and Cathy looked at each other, each trying to find words to say; neither seemed to want to break the silence. Finally David took a deep breath.

"Look, Cathy, about last night. I know it was —"

"Don't say anything David; I think I know what you were going to say. There's no need. Just leave me alone, I've got a heap of things to catch up on."

Cathy was on the verge of tears. She felt sordid and abused. Sitting in her sticky, wet panties, with her debauched performance on the train etched in her mind, David was now completing her misery.

"Would you do me just one favor though. Would you give me a lift home tonight? My suitcase is a bit heavy and I don't want to have to drag it through all the rush hour commuters."

Clearly confused by the girl's reaction, David was a bit hesitant.

"Yeah, yeah, of course, sure. It'll give us a proper chance to talk.

"Oh, by the way, this time will you show me your apartment. All the times before when I've given you a lift, you've never let me see inside."

Before the enormity of what he had said had sunk in, he was off, with just a slight touch on her shoulder that burnt like a brand into the young woman's skin.

Cathy thought the world was going crazy. She'd just stopped him giving her the brush-off speech, hadn't she? Or had she? If so, he wouldn't have said what he just said, surely. But it was so peculiar. He must have been joking. He couldn't want to see her apartment if he was desperate to draw a line under last night. No, she finally convinced herself, it was his way of letting her know that last night was a bit more than a one-night stand.

Relieved and happy, she started sorting the mass of paper that had accumulated on her desk while she was away. She could face the drudgery with a much lighter heart knowing now that David wanted to see her again. If he wanted to see her apartment, she mused, perhaps he also wanted to repeat...

Pleasant daydreams were interrupted by the feeling at the top of her thighs. She couldn't stay in these panties any longer. She had to clean herself up and change her underwear. Then the telephone rang.

"Cathy!"

"Oh! Hi, David," Cathy almost trilled, "What can I do for you?"

"Have you got the Maxwell file?"

"Yes, I was just updating the billing details. D'you need it?"

"Yes please, and, err, by the way, I've decided what your taxi ride tonight will cost you."

David's tone was light almost laughing, but Cathy suddenly had a premonition of danger.

"You mean you expect me to pay?" she exclaimed with shock and self-righteous indignation.

Still soft, but with a wicked chuckle, David replied instantly.

"No, no, of course not, not in that way. I just need something to remind me not to forget to pick you up; a kind of aide-memoire."

"What?" Cathy was mystified and a bit concerned.

"I want you to take off your panties and bring them to me. I'll be waiting for you, bye."

Cathy was speechless and the phone went dead before she could think of a reply.

"God, he's asking far too much," she told herself. On any day it would be more than she could do to hand someone a pair of her clean panties, never mind worn ones. But today! After masturbating on the train, she knew what a terrible state her underwear was in. Sitting at her desk she could feel the still wet, sticky crotch. The whole idea was completely humiliating but, the tingle between her legs told her, also terribly exciting.