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he fastened his mouth on
hers and wormed his tongue inside, savouring her saliva. As he
kissed her he rolled and roiled her nipples and palpated the ripe
swell of her mound, letting his fingers enter the cleft. She sighed
into his open mouth and ground her hips against his skilful hand.
Sensation poured through her. His touch was as satisfying as when
she brought herself to climax but with the added rush of
uncertainty. What would he do next?
Pressing her
flat on the creaking settee, he opened her legs, leaning over and
admiring the prominent swell of her pubis, kneading it and rubbing
the thick puffed wedge of hair, before poking a finger into the wet
aisle. She clung around his neck, wanting to get closer and closer.
She gave short sharp cries, then became silent, the coming bliss
too wonderful to be disturbed by noise.
Her whole body
had become a temple of pleasure as the feeling intensified. Now she
saw nothing, heard nothing, bathed in a glorious agony of passion.
Her climax roared and she lifted her hips from the couch. As the
tension was released, Eugene sank a finger into her spasming cunt,
moving it like a penis. Then he held her close, kissing her and
enclosing her hot mound in his hand.
'Now,' she
whispered urgently. 'Put it in me, now.'
He knelt
between her legs and rubbed his cockhead against her labia, his
fingers continuing to stimulate her clit. When she was sure she was
about to come again he allowed his shaft to slide into her. He
started to move, undulating his pelvis, withdrawing and thrusting
in perfect harmony. Arlene embraced him with her arms and legs, his
every downward stroke rubbing her bud.
She could hear
herself making strange whimpering noises, and Eugene grunting as
his hips pistoned rapidly. His eyes were shut, his lips drawn back
in a snarl. He was like something possessed and she shrieked as
another orgasm electrified her.
'That's it,
girl,' he urged, and came with a final lunge, then collapsed, his
face buried in her neck.
She stirred,
duty calling. 'I must get on,' she said, wriggling out from under
him. 'I've a dress to complete before leaving. If I give the
customer a ring and tell her it's ready, then I may be able to
deliver it and collect the lolly. I need the basics, like bread and
milk and tea bags. It's that serious.'
'I can always
lend you some cash,' he offered, sitting up while she rummaged for
her scattered clothes and began to put them on.
Arlene hated
being obligated to anyone, particularly if it was male, but she
smiled across at him and said, 'Thanks, but I'll manage. All I need
are a couple of substantial orders, that's all.'
She combed her
fingers through her hair, and then went to her store cupboard, an
area big enough to walk into, where she kept her latest, most
secret designs, along with the patterns and sketches. Lit by a
skylight, it was sacrosanct. No one was allowed into this holy of
holies where the most precious of her brainchildren had their
being. Here she was gathering her collection, waiting for that
break which would enable her to exhibit.
She stared as
she entered, certain that she must be dreaming. It was empty!
Anger, fear and a terrible sense of loss grabbed her by the throat.
'Eugene!' she shouted. 'Quick! Come in here!'
'What's up?'
he said, taking one look at her white face and staring eyes.
'My clothes,
my patterns! Everything's gone!'
'Gone?
How?'
'I don't
know.' She moved frantically, searching in vain, knowing it was
useless.
'Was it
locked?'
'Yes, of
course it was locked.' She was impatient, even with him, as
distraught as a mother whose children are missing.
'But it looks
as if someone came in and swiped the lot,' he continued, with a
shrug. 'Couldn't have got in through the skylight, so how? Unless
someone had a key. I'll bet it's an inside job.'
'Why should
anyone want to steal my stuff?' she asked despairingly.
'Oh, come on.
You know it goes on all the time, industrial espionage and all
that. Aren't clothing manufacturers
hers and wormed his tongue inside, savouring her saliva. As he
kissed her he rolled and roiled her nipples and palpated the ripe
swell of her mound, letting his fingers enter the cleft. She sighed
into his open mouth and ground her hips against his skilful hand.
Sensation poured through her. His touch was as satisfying as when
she brought herself to climax but with the added rush of
uncertainty. What would he do next?
Pressing her
flat on the creaking settee, he opened her legs, leaning over and
admiring the prominent swell of her pubis, kneading it and rubbing
the thick puffed wedge of hair, before poking a finger into the wet
aisle. She clung around his neck, wanting to get closer and closer.
She gave short sharp cries, then became silent, the coming bliss
too wonderful to be disturbed by noise.
Her whole body
had become a temple of pleasure as the feeling intensified. Now she
saw nothing, heard nothing, bathed in a glorious agony of passion.
Her climax roared and she lifted her hips from the couch. As the
tension was released, Eugene sank a finger into her spasming cunt,
moving it like a penis. Then he held her close, kissing her and
enclosing her hot mound in his hand.
'Now,' she
whispered urgently. 'Put it in me, now.'
He knelt
between her legs and rubbed his cockhead against her labia, his
fingers continuing to stimulate her clit. When she was sure she was
about to come again he allowed his shaft to slide into her. He
started to move, undulating his pelvis, withdrawing and thrusting
in perfect harmony. Arlene embraced him with her arms and legs, his
every downward stroke rubbing her bud.
She could hear
herself making strange whimpering noises, and Eugene grunting as
his hips pistoned rapidly. His eyes were shut, his lips drawn back
in a snarl. He was like something possessed and she shrieked as
another orgasm electrified her.
'That's it,
girl,' he urged, and came with a final lunge, then collapsed, his
face buried in her neck.
She stirred,
duty calling. 'I must get on,' she said, wriggling out from under
him. 'I've a dress to complete before leaving. If I give the
customer a ring and tell her it's ready, then I may be able to
deliver it and collect the lolly. I need the basics, like bread and
milk and tea bags. It's that serious.'
'I can always
lend you some cash,' he offered, sitting up while she rummaged for
her scattered clothes and began to put them on.
Arlene hated
being obligated to anyone, particularly if it was male, but she
smiled across at him and said, 'Thanks, but I'll manage. All I need
are a couple of substantial orders, that's all.'
She combed her
fingers through her hair, and then went to her store cupboard, an
area big enough to walk into, where she kept her latest, most
secret designs, along with the patterns and sketches. Lit by a
skylight, it was sacrosanct. No one was allowed into this holy of
holies where the most precious of her brainchildren had their
being. Here she was gathering her collection, waiting for that
break which would enable her to exhibit.
She stared as
she entered, certain that she must be dreaming. It was empty!
Anger, fear and a terrible sense of loss grabbed her by the throat.
'Eugene!' she shouted. 'Quick! Come in here!'
'What's up?'
he said, taking one look at her white face and staring eyes.
'My clothes,
my patterns! Everything's gone!'
'Gone?
How?'
'I don't
know.' She moved frantically, searching in vain, knowing it was
useless.
'Was it
locked?'
'Yes, of
course it was locked.' She was impatient, even with him, as
distraught as a mother whose children are missing.
'But it looks
as if someone came in and swiped the lot,' he continued, with a
shrug. 'Couldn't have got in through the skylight, so how? Unless
someone had a key. I'll bet it's an inside job.'
'Why should
anyone want to steal my stuff?' she asked despairingly.
'Oh, come on.
You know it goes on all the time, industrial espionage and all
that. Aren't clothing manufacturers
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