THE CLIENT....PART 3

Still holding the phone, her eyes flew open… she had no idea how long she had sat there. Her sandwich still untouched, the ice in her tea long ago melted, and the shop nearly empty of patrons. She laid the phone on the table and jumped up and went to the beverage counter, emptied the cup and refilled it with fresh ice and tea. She sat back down and took a bite of her sandwich, letting her mind again drift…..

He slowly carried her up the stairs. No need to hurry. At the top landing, she pointed to one of four doors, and he turned in that direction and carried her into the bedroom. Spinning her around, he used her bare feet to close the door, a silly thing since she lived alone. But somehow, that simple act made them both know that now they were in their own space and the world was ‘out there’.

He stood holding her, taking in this room – her space, her most private inner sanctum. The queen-sized high rise bed dominated the room – a four poster beautifully adorned with a golden beige/pale teal blue silk comforter and an assortment of decorative pillows in coordinating colors. Opposite the bed was a small schrank, a type of entertainment cabinet of European (German) construction, containing a flat panel tv, assorted books on shelves, a porcelain figurine here and there, more framed pictures, and a compact stereo system with tiny speakers. The far wall was floor to ceiling glass, framed by silk, full length drapes matching the bed décor. By the window was an offwhite chair and matching ottoman, a tiny table with a vase holding a single yellow rose, and a floor lamp. He removed his arm from behind her legs and without letting her feet touch the floor, he flipped her around so she was facing him. She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips as he kissed her gently, her arms tight around his neck and his hands holding her ass. He couldn’t kiss her enough, sucking on her lips, tracing his tongue over her teeth, probing her mouth, needing to taste her. She returned his mounting passion as he turned and pressed her back against the wall, pinning her there as kissed her face, her throat.

‘John,’ she whispered, ‘I want to freshen up, wash away the film of the city, the smells of the restaurant. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?’

Pulling back just enough to lick her chin, he laughed softly and said ‘of course not, lovely lady.’ And with that, she unwrapped her legs and slid to her feet. Tiptoeing, she kissed him on the bottom lip and said, ‘l won’t be long,’ and she turned and disappeared into the bathroom, pushing the door to. She quickly stepped out of her jeans and dropped them in the hamper, followed by the T and her bra. She grabbed a fresh towel and hung it on a hook, and turned on the water, stepping into the spacious shower as soon as the temp was right.

She grabbed a sea sponge and after wetting it, squirted on a glop of vanilla scented body wash and quickly began to scrub herself, more body wash for those special areas…….. turning, rinsing all over. Face turned up to the spray, she squeezed a little shampoo into her hands, and as she began to lather her hair, she sensed rather than felt him behind her at the instant his hands closed around her tiny waist. She froze, her hands covered in lather on her head, as she felt him press against her, his hands sliding up her sides and back and into her hair, where he started to slowly massage her scalp. She lowered her hands, still soapy, and slipped them around behind her back, taking his semi-hardness in her hands and ‘shampooing’ him. He immediately responded and she felt him begin to throb. Releasing him, she leaned forward under the water to rinse her hair, her hands flat against the shower wall. He moved his hands down to her hips before slipping them around her, where they met just above her mound. He began caressing gently, exploring, and as she felt his manhood against her, he bent his knees just enough to slide between her legs. He didn’t attempt to penetrate her…. just pulled her back against him so that she covered him with her body. The simple closeness of this act, the warmth of him between her legs and cheeks, made her heart race. He leaned forward and bit her gently on the shoulder, whispering, ‘I want you, Anna… I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you.’

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, moaning softly as she whispered back… ‘oh yes, make love to me all night’, and with that, he slipped one hand back down to her mound, cupped it as he slipped a finger inside her, curling it back and touching her innermost part. She let out a moan as she clamped over and over on his finger, feeling her orgasm beginning with lightning speed and flashing through her body as she spilled her juices on his hand. Supporting her with his other arm, he whispered, ‘there, there, my beauty….. let go for me’… and with a shudder she released again as her knees buckled.

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, still supporting her, and he wrapped her in the towel, blotting her body as if it were fine china. He reached for two more towels, dried quickly with one, which he then wrapped around his waist. Regaining her composure she turned and walked slowly to the mirror and fluffed her hair with the other towel. She reached for the hair dryer as she brushed the tangles from her coppery locks. She watched his reflection as she dried her hair, as if this was the most normal thing in the world to be doing while he leaned against the door watching her. John was mesmerized as he took her in, memorizing every movement, for he could not pull his eyes away. She put the dryer away and started to turn just as he reached for the towel, pulling it from her body. He gasped, seeing her for the first time as the overhead light illuminated her, turning her hair into a gossamer halo as it flowed over her shoulders. His audible intake of breath told her he liked what he saw. She extended her hand to him, and as he took it, he peeled off his towel and followed her back into the bedroom.

He removed the decorative pillows, turned back the comforter and sheet and stretched out across the bed as she walked around the foot of the bed to the window and slid the drapes apart, filling the room with moonlight. Again he gasped at the outline of her body against the window, and he extended his hand to her…. ‘c’mere’…. And she did. She slid into the bed and back into his waiting, open arms. ‘This is where you belong,’ he whispered, and she replied, ‘I know.’

All through the night they made love. He hovered above her body and kissed every inch of her, tracing his tongue down her throat to the valley between her breasts, circling each one with his tongue, flicking and teasing, taking first one nipple, then the other into his teeth, biting gently, then increasing the pressure until she was about to cry out, then sucking gently to caress away the pain. Kissing down to the soft petals of her womanhood, parting them with his tongue as he searched for the bud of her flower, nipping at it, taking it into his teeth like her nipple….. flicking with his tongue until she cried out for release… denying it as he buried his face in her, curling his tongue between the folds….. inhaling her scent, her musk, as she gripped the sheets in her fists and whispered his name… and on into the night he denied her the orgasm she begged for. His eyes bored into hers as she pleaded for him to take her. He would bring her down slowly and sensually, soothe her, kiss her lips and share her essence from his face and tongue. As she would begin to relax, he would again nuzzle his face between her legs, sucking and nibbling her and bringing her to the edge again, but not letting her go beyond, for he was in control and would allow her release when he was ready.

As the moon crept across the sky and the intensity of her desire possessed her, she took control and pressed him onto his back and lifted her body above his, aching as she was to have him inside her but starving to taste him. Kneeling between his legs, she kissed his ankles, left then right and back… licking up his inner calves… the hair on his legs tickling her nose, her hands gently pressing his knees apart as she licked her way to the source of his pleasure. Licking his balls, she sucked each into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue as her warm breath washed over his most tender flesh. Her tongue followed her finger there…… ah yes there, just below to that sensitive patch of skin… and she teased him there, making him tense and tighten as he now fought not to cry out… and as she playfully licked her way back up, teasing the length of him and her lips closed around the softness of his head, he too gripped the sheets and arched his hips upward, and begged her to take him. She slowly closed her lips just behind the ridge of his cock and tenderly flicked her tongue into his tiny opening, searching, needing a taste of him and being rewarded immediately. She slid her hands under his butt, lifting him, as she tightened her lips around his throbbing penis. Slowly and deliberately she lowered her head, caressing his hard shaft with her tongue until her lips were at his groin. Then she took him deeper into her throat where she held him without moving, only her throat muscles caressing him. She slid her hands out from under him and let then slide, palms flat, up his chest to his tiny, hard nipples, and as she pinched them and rolled them gently between her fingers, he moaned and pressed his head back into the pillow. Watching his face in the moonlight she could see the tiniest tear trickle from the corner of each eye. She began moving her head slowly up and down as she caressed him with her lips and tongue, milking him with her throat muscles until he was swollen to bursting.

Knowing he was so close, she lifted her head and plunged down on his cock, elongating her neck to take all of him, and in that moment he let out a guttural animal growl, and released his seed into her mouth while she sucked and caressed him, taking his essence down her throat. His body went rigid with his explosion, releasing spurt after spurt after spurt into her. When he was able to breathe, he gripped her long locks in his fist and gently lifted her head off him. He moved his hands to her arms and pulled her up his body until she was stretched on top of him, her lips touching his. He began kissing her lovingly, feeling his slickness on her teeth, pressing her mouth hard to his with one hand as he guided his waning erection into her wet, waiting opening. Thrusting up, he buried himself deep inside her and she clamped him, pulling him deeper. With each thrust his hardness returned and ending the kiss, he pressed her into a sitting position, hands on her hips, and slammed over and over up into her warm core. She cupped her breasts for him, squeezing her nipples as her orgasm began, and as she clamped him tightly, she washed him in her musky, sticky cream, the scent of their lovemaking filling the room, the moonlight making their perspiration glisten like diamonds.

As their passion slowly ebbed, she laid forward onto his chest and nuzzled her face in the curve of his neck, still holding him inside her, and he wrapped her in his arms and held her there as the first light of day begin to show in the purple sky. Her breathing became shallow and he knew she was sleeping. He reached for the sheet and flipped it over them, and then returned his arms to their place around her as he drifted off into a blissful sleep himself.

The sun’s rays broke the horizon and shot thru the open window and they awoke at almost the same instant. She lifted her head and looked at him and he turned his head and kissed her. Without a word, he gently rolled her off him onto her back and he rolled over onto his side, propped his head in his hand, and just looked at her, took in the mass of glistening curls, the blue-green eyes, the porcelain skin, her delicate throat, the curve of her magnificent breasts, the narrowness of her waist and the flare of her hips. Tracing a finger over her body, he circled her downy mound, feeling traces of his dried seed there; smiling because he knew much of his essence was still inside her. That thought made his heart race and he felt himself hardening again. He rolled on top of her, his weight on his hands and knees, and sucked her nipples tenderly, feeding from her as he used his knees to spread her legs. She looked into his eyes and reached between them, closing her fingers around his growing manhood. As she guided him, they both watched as he slowly disappeared inside her. She tilted her hips to receive him and in a slow, undulating dance, they lighted a fire deep within and slowly fanned the flames until they were riding a crest of passion neither had ever experienced. He thrust into her, harder and harder until she cried out, sinking her nails into his shoulders as he rammed over and over into her center. He gasped and whispered ‘cum with me’ as his orgasm began, and she moaned his name and arched into him, he filling her, her draining him. He continued to ram into her, slowing the pace to enjoy each move, each thrust, each arch. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips as she raised her head from the bed to kiss his chest. The wet, frothy sound of their juices floated to their ears, and each smiled at the other.

With a huge sigh, John lowered himself back onto his side, gripped her hips and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. She clamped on him playfully, watching his smile widen. He flexed inside her and she giggled. He smiled as he felt their cream slowly trickling over his balls. She leaned down to his face and kissed him and whispered in his ear, ‘need coffeeeeeeeeeee,’ and he laughed and said, ‘so do I.’ She made a playful, sad face and slowly lifted her hips as they both watch him slide out of her, pausing to clamp on him one last time. She slipped up and off and stood by the bed looking down at him…. oh how she adored this man. She felt the warm juices of their lovemaking trailing down her thighs and she turned to go into the bathroom. Dabbing with a towel and then bringing it to her nose, she smiled at their scent. Wrapping her silk robe around her, she stepped to the sink and brushed her teeth. As she left the bathroom, she looked at this magnificent man lying naked and gorgeous on her bed and said, ‘get moving, dude – don’t you have to be at a soccer game soon?’

She hurried down to the kitchen, cranked up the coffee pot, and put some donuts in the oven to warm. She heard him coming down the steps and turned to watch as he walked into the kitchen wearing the jeans and sweatshirt from last night. His soft hair was combed and he looked so handsome. They sat at the bar and had coffee and donuts, and every now and then he would reach out and touch her cheek. He put the dishes in the sink and turned to face her, walked to her and took her in his arms.

‘Anna,’ he said. ‘I want to see you again, and again, and again.’ His smile said he did, and she laughed and said she would love that. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her, gently at first, then more deeply. Just as the kiss was becoming more impassioned, he gently pulled back and kissed Anna on the forehead. ‘You are amazing,’ he said. ‘I’ll call you.’ And with that he turned and she walked with him to the door, holding his hand. Another gentle kiss and he was gone.

She leaned back against the door for a long time after the sound of his tires on the gravel drive was gone.

Of all the cities I could have chosen, she thought, and of all the men who could have walked thru the door………this was the man. She grinned and walked back towards the kitchen…
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A week had passed…. Nothing. Then the news story. She opened the phone, scrolled down to highlight his name, and pressed ‘SEND’, so nervous that she was almost physically sick. ‘beeeeeeeep’ ‘beeeeeeeeeep’
‘Hello’
‘John?’
‘Anna?’
‘Yes…. Oh John….’
‘Anna… shhhhhhhh …..I love you …I need you ... come to me.’