undies,
nearly falling over in the process. Not very cool, that bit. She steadies me and
we check out each other's bodies with that look of breathless curiosity and lust
the way you do on first sex.
Then I gently lower her onto the bed, kiss her some more and
push my way into her. I close my eyes and hope that I'm not going to come. Oh, God,
please not now. Any other time but now. I think about Vinny again - this time picking
his toenails - and it does the trick.
With the second thrust she looks at me with huge, almost frightened
eyes. I am just about to ask if she is all right when she grabs my head, runs her
hands through my hair and kisses me so hard I think my mouth's going to bleed. Then,
breathing erratically, almost like a frightened animal she reaches down to my arse
and pulls me into her again. I obey willingly.
When she comes she groans and gasps, pulling hard at my hair.
My own orgasm is quite muted by comparison. Afterwards I move off her and roll over,
sweating, sticky and smelling of her perfume. I turn towards her. She pushes my
matted hair away from my forehead and looks seriously at me.
'Good boy,' she whispers. Then, before I can say anything, she
gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the shower start. I follow her into the
bathroom. I'm reminded of doing it at university. With Helen. The single bed, a
duvet brought from home, incongruous in a study bedroom. We'd put music on to hide
the noise. Afterwards there would be a cup of Happy Shopper tea with blobby UHT
milk. Not this time.
I open the door of the shower slightly. Marion turns to look
at me. I pull the door open further and reach in to kiss her. She kisses me quickly,
slightly stiffly, then looks down and says: 'Go downstairs and get me a drink will
you, hon? A brandy.'
I want to get into the shower with her. Splash around, talk to
her, make love again but I put a towel round me and tiptoe downstairs.
When I come upstairs again, Marion is wrapped in a huge white
bathrobe with gold trimmings.
'Have a shower,' she says, taking her drink.
'No, I'm fine, thanks.'
'Have a shower. You're all sticky.'
'I know.' I reach inside the bathrobe but she smiles and pushes
me away.
'Have a shower.' All right, all right.
I have a very quick shower, dry myself roughly and feel another
erection coming on. I begin to massage and kiss her neck as she sits at the dressing
table, applying moisturizer.
'Get into bed,' she whispers. 'I'm just coming.'
I do as she says and lie down, hands behind my head, watching
her.
'Why you staring?'
'Looking at you.'
She smiles mysteriously
and goes back into the bathroom.
I feel Marion get into bed and reach over to put my arm round
her. She kisses my hand and then wraps it around me.
It's the sun flooding in through the windows that wakes me up.
Marion is nowhere to be seen. For a moment I think I must have dreamt last night.
'Marion?' My voice creaks. I lie back again. No, I didn't dream
it. Then I get up and walk to the bathroom. My morning hard-on relents a bit and
I have a pee and look round to the bathroom door.
There, just as I knew it would be, is another white fluffy bathrobe.
I put it on, discover it fits perfectly and go downstairs.
Marion is sipping coffee and reading a serious-looking typed
letter. She is already dressed and made up.
'Hiya,' I say and go to kiss her. She moves her mouth away slightly
and I make contact with her cheek.
'You're not shaved.'
'So what?'
'Besides, I don't want the servants to see.'
'For God's sake,' I laugh.
'Look at your hair,' she says, disconcertingly like my mum does.
I turn and catch sight of myself in the mirror above the fireplace.
My thick, dark curly hair looks like someone has tried to give me a beehive but
given up halfway through. Vinny's bloody hair gel.
'Oh, sorry.' Deciding that Marion obviously likes things to be
smart and elegant at all times, even the morning after the night before, I go back
upstairs and splash some cold water on my
nearly falling over in the process. Not very cool, that bit. She steadies me and
we check out each other's bodies with that look of breathless curiosity and lust
the way you do on first sex.
Then I gently lower her onto the bed, kiss her some more and
push my way into her. I close my eyes and hope that I'm not going to come. Oh, God,
please not now. Any other time but now. I think about Vinny again - this time picking
his toenails - and it does the trick.
With the second thrust she looks at me with huge, almost frightened
eyes. I am just about to ask if she is all right when she grabs my head, runs her
hands through my hair and kisses me so hard I think my mouth's going to bleed. Then,
breathing erratically, almost like a frightened animal she reaches down to my arse
and pulls me into her again. I obey willingly.
When she comes she groans and gasps, pulling hard at my hair.
My own orgasm is quite muted by comparison. Afterwards I move off her and roll over,
sweating, sticky and smelling of her perfume. I turn towards her. She pushes my
matted hair away from my forehead and looks seriously at me.
'Good boy,' she whispers. Then, before I can say anything, she
gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the shower start. I follow her into the
bathroom. I'm reminded of doing it at university. With Helen. The single bed, a
duvet brought from home, incongruous in a study bedroom. We'd put music on to hide
the noise. Afterwards there would be a cup of Happy Shopper tea with blobby UHT
milk. Not this time.
I open the door of the shower slightly. Marion turns to look
at me. I pull the door open further and reach in to kiss her. She kisses me quickly,
slightly stiffly, then looks down and says: 'Go downstairs and get me a drink will
you, hon? A brandy.'
I want to get into the shower with her. Splash around, talk to
her, make love again but I put a towel round me and tiptoe downstairs.
When I come upstairs again, Marion is wrapped in a huge white
bathrobe with gold trimmings.
'Have a shower,' she says, taking her drink.
'No, I'm fine, thanks.'
'Have a shower. You're all sticky.'
'I know.' I reach inside the bathrobe but she smiles and pushes
me away.
'Have a shower.' All right, all right.
I have a very quick shower, dry myself roughly and feel another
erection coming on. I begin to massage and kiss her neck as she sits at the dressing
table, applying moisturizer.
'Get into bed,' she whispers. 'I'm just coming.'
I do as she says and lie down, hands behind my head, watching
her.
'Why you staring?'
'Looking at you.'
She smiles mysteriously
and goes back into the bathroom.
I feel Marion get into bed and reach over to put my arm round
her. She kisses my hand and then wraps it around me.
It's the sun flooding in through the windows that wakes me up.
Marion is nowhere to be seen. For a moment I think I must have dreamt last night.
'Marion?' My voice creaks. I lie back again. No, I didn't dream
it. Then I get up and walk to the bathroom. My morning hard-on relents a bit and
I have a pee and look round to the bathroom door.
There, just as I knew it would be, is another white fluffy bathrobe.
I put it on, discover it fits perfectly and go downstairs.
Marion is sipping coffee and reading a serious-looking typed
letter. She is already dressed and made up.
'Hiya,' I say and go to kiss her. She moves her mouth away slightly
and I make contact with her cheek.
'You're not shaved.'
'So what?'
'Besides, I don't want the servants to see.'
'For God's sake,' I laugh.
'Look at your hair,' she says, disconcertingly like my mum does.
I turn and catch sight of myself in the mirror above the fireplace.
My thick, dark curly hair looks like someone has tried to give me a beehive but
given up halfway through. Vinny's bloody hair gel.
'Oh, sorry.' Deciding that Marion obviously likes things to be
smart and elegant at all times, even the morning after the night before, I go back
upstairs and splash some cold water on my
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