I frequently run late on a Friday. Today is no exception. Now that I am finally home, I have time to think. I can regain my space after being on a crowded train. My brain slows, as it eases into a less frantic gear. I decide to make a nice cup of herbal tea and then have a quick shower.
Freshly showered, I sit down to drink the lemon and ginger infusion.
The first sip I take brings a mild nirvana. My moment of bliss though is soon shattered by the shrill ring of the phone.
Answering the call I reluctantly ask, "Hi, may I help you?"
"We shall discuss that later," a seductive voice replies.
"Hello, Karen how are you?" I reply recognizing the speaker.
"Not bad thanks," Karen replies, " I'm just in need of a nice evening in the arms of an energetic man."
"Are we still meeting at the Dog and Duck?" I ask her.
"Yes, we are, will around eight be ok for you?" Karen asks in her usual businesslike way.
"That's good for me, I look forward to seeing you then," I say to her.
"Mm yes, I like the idea of you being able to see me," Karen purrs down the line, saucily adding, "will you do it when I am in the bath?"
Karen ends the call, leaving me feeling aroused. This is a woman who oozes sexuality and enjoys being a real cock teaser. My prick is so stiff I want to take the pulsing member in hand. I think about the time we chatted by the photocopier, and she stroked my cock through my pants. Before I could speak, she had blown me a kiss and walked away.
I sip my herbal brew and Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing' plays on the radio. A thought in the back of my head tells me 'this could be an omen'. On reflection, the combination of Karen and Marvin Gaye is more like a horror movie.
Karen has fed my imagination, and I picture her preparing for the evening. I imagine her feeling her tits after a bath, but before dressing. The thought of her pushing her breasts upwards until she can suck her nipples sends a shock wave to my groin. Would she finish playing, or would her hands stray further? I visualize her smoothing the skin on her hips with perfumed cream. Would she reach further down? I imagine both her hands running up the insides of her thighs, and meeting at the V of her groin.
My thoughts encourage her to explore her pubic mound. I will her to rub this until wild arousal forces her to slide her finger over her moist labia. She gives out a little gasp as she makes contact with her stiff clitoris. Enjoying the ecstasy Karen slides a finger into her hole. Jaws clench as pleasure overwhelms her. Hot and horny she fucks herself furiously with stiff little fingers. A powerful orgasm causes a tightening of buttocks.
The naked form lies motionless for a time, clutching her warm satisfied pussy. Rolling over and stretching a little, Karen reaches for some clothes.
Aroused as I am I leave my thoughts of her. My clothes are laid out on the bed, and I make haste to put them on. With one eye on the clock, I check that I am presentable and at my ravishing best.
A taxi takes me to the pub where I am meeting Karen. I look around for her and see her at the bar, looking stunning.
Going over to her I say, "You look stunning Karen."
Karen smiles, weighing up the compliment, before replying, “Why thank you handsome stranger.”
The handsome stranger glances at the dress she wears. Deeply slit at the side it shows a teasing flash of thigh and stocking tops. I am dazzled by the sexual messages she radiates, and notice how she attracts stares from the patrons of the bar.
"What will you have to drink dear woman?" I say maintaining the charade.
"I'm just an old-fashioned girl, make it vodka and orange," Karen replies.
"Sure thing, how about finding a quiet table?" I say to her.
I watch as she saunters across the room, leaving a trail of admiring looks in her wake. Noting where she decides to sit, I turn and order drinks. I soon join her, and she shuffles her backside to make room for me on the bench seat. We sit with hips touching and her elbow pressing into me.
Karen makes a phone call, and I hear her say, "Hi this is Mistress Slash, I'm expecting a guest could you show her to a dungeon please?"
I avoid looking directly at her and wonder what game she is playing.
"Tell her she must wait," Karen instructed, "and she might need some help with the restraining straps."
I look at her and she says to me, "Didn't you say you wanted a word about something?"
Pulling a slip of paper from my wallet, I show her the phone number written on it, and say “I did wonder if you might recognize this.”
"No I'm afraid I don't know the number or the writing.” she informs me, adding “So what's the story behind it?”
"Remember when we all went out for a drink at the Blue Moon Club?" I prompted.
"My God yes that was a fun night," she says laughing at the memory.
I explain how I found the number in my pocket the morning after the night before. Karen listens patiently and I talk about my attempts to find out who left it there.
"I do wish it had been me, but I have no need to give you a secret number!" states Karen when I finally finish
Laughing at this, we raise our glasses in a toast.
"I do need to get going, someone is waiting for me," Karen informs me.
She hesitates before saying "If you are feeling adventurous, and discrete, she might like to meet you."
“I would like a wee bite to eat first," I tell Karen.
"Oh, dear are you hungry my poor man?" she mocked.
"A sandwich or similar would suffice," I respond, hanging my head downcastly.
"Do you wish to join me in more carnal pleasures?" She whispers, stroking my face in a very suggestive and feminine way.
"Are these carnal pleasures a la carte or dish of the day?" I demand of her.
"If you are still here when I come back from the loo, you can have me on the table," said Karen as she flounces off to the ladies.
Left alone with my thoughts, they return to being in Paris with Madeline, and what happened after our bout of sensual ecstasy.
Madeline says, "Well my dear man I have a hotel to run.