Chapter 6: Stairway to Paradise
When I got on the bus with my friend – now also my lover – Eric, on Monday morning (Sept. 29), I warned him that I might not be very pleasant company this morning. “As you know, my most unwelcome monthly visitor has been putting me through hell since Thursday night. It got even worse yesterday!”
He put his arm around me, and I purred. “Mmmm, this is nice! I’m feeling better already!” I snuggled in closer and whispered “Remember how closely we snuggled on Friday?”
“We can’t do that on the bus,” he laughed.
“If my body wasn’t making my life miserable right now, I’d probably try!” I smiled. I tried to laugh, but wound up wincing in the attempt.
A pain hit me, and I started to yell, “Mother f----” and then I remembered where I was and stopped myself.
When we got off the bus, I told him I’d better not walk with him today. In my discomfort, I might say something I would regret. And so we went our separate ways to our jobs.
That night, I emailed to him: “Great news, darling! That horrid visitor finally left this afternoon, and my body is very ready to enjoy you again! Tomorrow morning, show me that mall stairway you found? Please? I hunger to touch you in your special place again! Love from your starving Kat….purrrrrr!”
Tuesday morning, Sept. 30, we took the downtown bus an hour earlier than normal, so we would have extra time to enjoy each other.
The stairway he had found was a fire stairway between the two-story mall and the adjoining four-story parking garage. Being an emergency stairway, the doors had no locks, so we looked around to be sure nobody saw us; we entered the stairway, and quickly closed it behind us.
We explored the whole stairway. The first and second floor opened into both the mall and the garage. And, of course, the third and fourth floors were garage only.
There was a four-story elevator right next to the emergency fire stairway, so we knew nobody was likely to use the stairs and find us. Besides, the mall wouldn’t open yet for three hours.
Still, we decided the landing just above the second floor was our best bet. Above and out of sight of anyone who might walk between the first and second floor of the mall. And nobody was likely to walk 3 to 4 flights of fire stairs from the garage side, when they could use the elevator. And the landing gave us more room.
He gently leaned me against the wall. We threw our arms around each other and kissed each other with an intense hunger. We drew back and gazed adoringly into each other’s eyes. Our fingers moved to unbutton each other’s shirts. I had worn no bra, and soon we were stroking and kissing each other’s bare chest.
We resumed kissing. My hard nipples were drilling into his bare chest.
I playfully reached down and unbuckled his belt, leaving it on him and his pants zipped. I eagerly jammed my right hand down the front of his pants, under his boxers. I wrapped my hand around all that wonderful hardness of his. And when he throbbed for me, I couldn’t stop purring!
He hiked up my skirt above my navel, and he took half a step back. I was wearing the teeniest, tiniest black silk g-string, and when he saw it, he started breathing hard.
“You like it?” I grinned.
His only answer was a loud moan of intense desire.
“I bought it for you….for us!”
“I want to nibble it right off of you!” he moaned again.
“Mmmmm, I’d like that!” I grinned and winked at him.
His teeth clasped the center of my panties, and tugged them down my thighs, halfway down to my knees.
We hugged each other tight again, kissing, jamming our tongues into each other’s mouth, my nipples pressed tight up against his chest again.