Chapter 8
I suppose I must have lain on the sofa for at least half an hour after he left. The after effects of that huge orgasm and the feeling of his semen pulsing inside me had left me euphoric.
In my mind I was going through my short history with Michael. We had spoken together no more than a couple of dozen times, he had ferried me home from the supermarket about six times. I had enjoyed chatting to him and he made me laugh with some of his stories, but at no time had he shown any sign that he was attracted to me. I had been so surprised when he kissed me that I responded without thinking. Perhaps I should have pushed him away. Anyway I regretted nothing.
Eventually I forced myself to get up, collect my clothing from various parts of the room and head upstairs.
The towel he had used was hanging over the hand basin, so I folded it over the towel rail intending to put it in the wash basket later.
I started to run myself a bath and then noticed the shower cabinet was in a bit of a mess. My body scrubber had blocked the drain, so there was a tide of soap scum in the tray. A quick few squirts of shower spray and a wipe with a cloth soon fixed that.
After a long lazy bath, I gave the shower cubicle another spray and wipe over. I got dressed, rescued my box of eggs from the foot of the stairs, made a cup of tea and sat in the garden. I was still in a bit of a day dream.
I was wondering if this had been a one off. Perhaps having stripped me he had found a skinny old woman not at all appealing and had just gone ahead as there was a hole available to use.
Later that evening getting ready for bed, I found that despite my long bath, my panties were stained. All part of being a woman, but I hadn’t had the need for pantie-liners for a year. I had a quick search through the dressing table drawers for liners without success.
The next morning I found a stain on my bottom sheet. I stripped the bed, put the sheet in the wash basket and went into the bathroom to collect his towel. Picking up the towel I could smell him on it. I folded it up and put it back over the towel rail. Over the next few days I tried to put what had happened to the back of my mind
On the Sunday evening laying in bed I started to think about him again and my mind turned to the towel in the bathroom. I walked to the bathroom and stood there for several minutes holding the towel to my face just breathing him in. Wrapping the towel around me I went back to bed, and for the first time in a very long while, masturbated.
I of course have masturbated all my life especially when I was younger. After my experiences with Paul and Valerie, I thought of orgasms through masturbation as empty, nice at the time but not fully satisfying.
When I first reached orgasm with Paul inside me I realised that this was a higher plane of feeling, all engulfing, not like the ‘Oh well that’s another job done’ feeling I got after fingering myself.
The following Wednesday I fully intended to do my usual shop at the Woodford Waitrose store, but I began to have second thoughts. Supposing we met there and he ignored me, or tried to avoid me. I imagined he had told someone what had happened and they would point at me and laugh.
I made myself very anxious and upset and in the end just went to the local shop for a few necessities. I was very down for the rest of the day but in the evening I gave myself a strict talking to and decided to go to the store in the morning putting aside all my negative thoughts.
I was up bright and early the next morning. It promised to be a scorcher of a day, the sort of day when the tabloids would have photos of people frying eggs on pavements or car bonnets. I had bought a new style page boy blouse, with lacy cuffs and neck, with holes at the top of the sleeves so your shoulders were bare, and with a light skirt and my white Clarke’s shoes flatties I thought I looked pretty good in my mirror. I then decided on a touch of lipstick and a final brush of the hair so by the time I was ready to call for a cab it was almost lunchtime.
I threw some washing into the machine and was just getting round to calling for a cab when there was a knock at my front door.
I was really surprised to see Michael standing there. I couldn’t speak as I had more or less made up my mind he wouldn’t want to see me again. I was so confused, I just turned away and walked into the front room and sat on the sofa.
Michael followed and sat next to me. He told me he had looked for me in the store and was worried when I didn’t show. I felt so stupid, I just sat there looking at him. He began to talk about his job, how much it meant to him, how hard he had worked to get to the position he was in and how he was hoping for promotion in the company if they got the Waitrose contract.
I suddenly realised he was worried that I might complain to the store or his company about what had happened between us. Helping an older lady with her shopping was one thing but entering her house uninvited, stripping her naked and filling her with your bodily fluid might well fall outside both company’s customer service ideals.
I put a finger on his lips to stop him talking, and told him I had enjoyed every minute of our little encounter, and would happily repeat it if and whenever he wanted me. It became immediately apparent that he did want me, and whenever was right now!!
He took my face in his hands and kissed me, then pushing me back onto the cushions began to fumble with the buttons and loops on my blouse. I gently pushed him away and suggested we would be more comfortable upstairs. He grabbed my hand and sprinted for the door. I followed him upstairs, suddenly desperately trying to remember if I had made my bed and tidied up that morning, not that I expected that he would notice.
As soon as we got into the bedroom he made a grab for me but, not wanting to lose any of the buttons on my new blouse, I quickly side stepped him and scooted around to the other side of the bed.
Getting out of my clothes, I flopped onto the perfectly made and tidy bed, and propped on the pillows, watched him undress. He had got his trousers caught on his shoe and was struggling. This reminded me of a time when Valerie and I were laughing at Paul as he hopped around on one leg trying to get his trousers off. I must admit I was a little nervous, and the sight of him and the memories got me giggling.
Eventually he was naked and the sight of him standing there gave me the strange feeling in my tummy, difficult to explain, a burning sensation, I only knew that I wanted him.
Grabbing one of my ankles he dragged me down the bed towards him and pushed me so I lay across the bed. Holding my ankles wide and high, like before he just stood there staring at my vulva. The devil in me made me reach down and pull my lips apart to give him a better view. I’m sure he made a little noise, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, but I do know that he buried his face between my thighs. It felt like he was trying to consume me, his lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere, so after just a few minutes I could feel an orgasm building up.
He suddenly stood up and pulled me so my bottom was right on the edge of the bed. He started to slowly push his penis into me. I could feel myself opening to him, and expecting to get the cramping I had felt before when he pushed against my cervix, I instinctively put my hands on my tummy, this time there was no discomfort, but something wonderful. I could feel him moving inside me under my hands. If I pressed down with my hands, he had to push harder, it was a truly lovely feeling, but a strange feeling, almost as if my clitoris was expanding into my vagina. I could feel the promise of an orgasm building up.
Suddenly he pulled out of me and walked around the bed. He put his hands under my armpits and pulled me towards him so my head was hanging over the side of the bed.
For a moment as he stood over me I could smell him.
When I touch my vagina I always smell my fingers. A warm comfortable smell. Often when I am sleepy in bed, even as a youngster, I will often put my hand between my legs and then sniff my fingers, it gives me a cosy feeling. Michael had the same smell but with a very appealing musky overtone, a very happy smell.
He seemed to hesitate, perhaps he thought I wouldn’t be willing to take him in that way. I found if I reached back I could get my fingers around the back of his thighs and I pulled him into my waiting mouth. I felt quite pleased that in this position I could accommodate him without gagging. My previous experience with Paul had been restricted to mostly me being flat on my back and him just pushing backwards and forwards in my mouth, his thick penis stabbing at the back of my throat. If he took his time, I would often get jaw ache. With Michael it was different, I could easily make a soft mouth for him, or use my lips and tongue. As he was sliding into my mouth I suddenly thought of a girl I had seen on a TV talent show years ago. A sword swallower, she finished her act by swallowing most of a fluorescent light tube that lit up inside her. I should think she was a popular girl with the boys.
I was soon brought out of my little daydream by the realisation that Michael was making little sounds and his movement seemed quite urgent. I think he wanted to pull out at the last moment but I tightened the grip on his thighs and sure enough within seconds I was tasting and swallowing his semen for the first time. I actually found the taste of him quite acceptable, Paul’s had tasted musty with an acrid aftertaste that sometimes irritated my throat, but this was salty but smooth and reminded me of the oysters Paul treated us to on one of his business get-togethers. I knew I could do this whenever he wanted.
I managed to hold him in my mouth for a few minutes, but eventually he pulled out. I heard him walk around the bed. I was laying with my head and arms dangling over the edge of the bed, and my legs spread wide open. I am sure I presented an enticing picture, and I thought, or rather hoped he would finish me with his mouth, but he carried on walking and very soon I heard the shower. I had to roll about a bit on the bed to get to my feet, and then trotted off to the bathroom and slipped into the shower with him.
I grabbed a fistful of body wash, and very soon I was lathering him from feet to shoulders and back down again, running my soapy hands over every inch of him. He just stood there like a Prince being waited on by his handmaiden, as was his right. I realised this was the first time I had seen his penis relaxed, unlike Paul’s which very quickly retreated into his bush of hair , Michael’s just hung in a gentle curve between his thighs. . I was so happy. Grabbing the little auxiliary hose and shower head I rinsed him down. I noticed as I directed the spray between his legs behind his scrotum he gave a little jerk of his hips. Obviously he was very sensitive there, information I stored away for future use.
He told me he had to rush as he had a meeting with the supermarket manager in an hour. I pointed out that before he had so rudely interrupted me I was phoning for a cab to take me to the said supermarket, so in all conscious he should be my cabbie. By this time he was out of the shower and towelling himself down and told me I had ten minutes.
I quickly washed myself down, patted myself off with a towel and scooted into the bedroom and got dressed. I couldn’t find my bra, and my new blouse was semi-transparent. The only clean bras in the drawer were black or red but looked a bit tarty under the blouse. In the end I grabbed a little lace waist coat bolero top which looked quite good over the blouse,
I dashed downstairs but stopped halfway down, ran up to the bathroom and had a quick squish of mouthwash. I didn’t want to share his smell with the check-out girl. Michael was waiting with the front door open. I grabbed my bags, still where I had left them earlier by the phone table.
Michael opened the rear passenger door of the car, took my bags and handed me in. This puzzled me at first as I usually sat next to him in the front. Then I realised he was role playing my cab driver. Actually this was better, I could see the expressions on his face in the driving mirror as we chatted. He would make a terrible poker player, all his feelings were displayed as clear as day on his face.
When we reached the store, he walked around the car, fetched my bags from the back, opened my door and taking my hand, assisted me out. Handing me my bags he pointed me towards the store and stood by the car as I walked away. I suppose it was then that I realised that this wasn’t going to be a casual fling but would be an ongoing relationship, whether for weeks or months who could tell. He didn’t want the staff in the store to see us together, I didn’t feel hurt, I could respect his feelings, and the last thing I wanted was to be responsible for him losing his job.
Heading for the front of the store after finishing my shop I could see him walking up and down outside the main doors. I stood behind a display banner and watched him for a few seconds. It occurred to me that I was in danger of falling for him.
Taking my bags from me and escorting me to the car, Michael once again opened the rear passenger side door and ushered me in. I heard the boot slam as he disposed of my bags of shopping.
On the way home I was so busy chatting that I didn’t notice that he had driven past the turning for my road until I realised he had turned into Bury Road. Bury Road is in effect a boundary. To the south is Chingford public golf club , much favoured by London cabbies, and beyond that the rest of London. To the north is the club house and car park, and Chingford Plain a large area of grass bounded on three sides by Epping Forest spreading into the county of Essex. I think there is a rule about wearing red on the golf links, I could see little groups of red around the greens.
Michael turned the car into the public car park beyond the clubhouse and drove under a tree at the far end. I could see family groups on the plain, playing ball, picnicking, kite flying and in the distance a couple horse riding along the edge of the forest. A typical sunny August afternoon.
Michael got out of the car and opened the other rear door. He paused, not getting in straight in. When he finally sat down next to me on the rear seat he had undone his belt, waistband and zipper. Pulling his trousers and Kelvin Kleins over his knees he sat there more or less naked from the waist down with a beautiful erection, just for me.
Reaching across he placed a hand behind my neck and pulled my head down into his lap.
That didn’t go well, as I was still wearing my seat-belt. I fell into a fit of giggling as I tried to disentangle myself. He immediately fell into a huff and sat there with his face turned away looking towards the families enjoying themselves on the plain. As he got to know me better he learned that I would never laugh at him but at the ridiculous situations I sometimes found myself in. Until then I learned how to coax him back into good humour.
There was some type of storage fitting on the seat belt and my hair had become caught up in that. Eventually after sorting my hair out and unclipping the belt, I removed my little top and blouse, placing them on the rear parcel shelf.
I reached across and placing my hand on his cheek turned his face towards me and gave him a soft little kiss. After a wriggle to get comfortable I lowered my face to his thighs. Apart from a few moments in the shower that morning this was the first occasion that I had had a chance to have a relaxed exploration of him. Previously it had been all action on his part. Close up I was amazed that I had taken all of it inside me. The warm musky smell of him struck at something very basic inside me. As I had experienced with Paul the warm silky feeling of his skin as it moved between my hand and the hard flesh beneath was magical. Gently cupping his testicles I nuzzled into them kissing and softly nibbling with my lips, intoxicated by the warmth and smell. Nibbling and kissing my way up his erection I made a soft mouth and took in as much of him as I could manage.
I was vaguely aware of his hand moving up and down along my back and then sliding under the waistband of my skirt. A finger began pressing against my anus in time with my head bobbing up and down on his penis. Maintaining the rhythm with my mouth I managed to reach back and undo the waistband and zipper of my skirt and push it and my panties down to my knees and then with a little wiggling and thrashing with my legs I kicked them onto the floor of the car. Naked but for my shoes I had the wonderful urge to put myself on display and drag Michael out of the car onto the grass. He immediately took advantage of the better access he now had to my body by hooking a couple of fingers into my vagina, holding me tight, at the same time pushing his thumb against my anus.
I think Michael was as excited at the situation we were in as I was. Surprisingly quickly his need became urgent. Moving his hand from somewhere around my bum to my head he took control and began pushing me down on him faster and faster. He began making the little noises I was beginning to recognise, and suddenly, for the second time that day, I was swallowing his semen. I held him in my mouth as he gradually relaxed, I was quite proud that not a drop of semen had escaped me. Just to make sure I kissed and licked him over.
After I had finished my housekeeping I went to sit up, but he put his hand back on my head and pushed me down again. I was suddenly aware of the very close noise of people talking and car doors being slammed. After a minute or so I was able to sit up and saw that a car had been parked two spaces from us, and a couple walking hand in hand beyond the tree.
Michael had managed to pull his trousers up and tuck his shirt in and looking fairly respectable slipped back into the driver’s seat. . I was trying to retrieve my skirt and panties from the floor when I realised the car was moving. Abandoning my efforts, I grabbed my blouse and top from the rear parcel shelf and soon also looked respectable, although still naked from the waist down as we turned into Station Road which is the main shopping street.
There is not much dressing space in the back of a BMW, and putting a skirt on in a moving car proved to be more of a challenge than kicking it off, but eventually I managed without being seen, apart from a woman looking down on me from a bus stopped in traffic next to us, who gave me an encouraging smile. My panties had been kicked under the front seat and seemed to be caught up in the mechanism, so I kicked them further under and left them. I was so furious with him !
The traffic was lighter than usual and ten minutes later we pulled up outside my house. Michael was back in his cab driver/chauffeur role, gathering my shopping from the car boot he carried it to my doorstep and then came back and opened the car door for me and handed me out. By the time I had reached my door and found my keys, he had driven off.
I was a little disappointed as I thought he would want to spend a little more time with me, but he had obviously had enough Linda for one day.
Quickly putting my shopping away, I made myself a cup of tea and went into the garden to enjoy the rest of the afternoon sun and to go over the day's events.
I felt it had been a wonderful and important day. Although I had not had an orgasm, the feeling of him moving inside of me when I had pressed a hand on my tummy had been like a revelation as had the discovery that I actually enjoyed oral sex with him and the taste and smell of him. During our chat he told me that was a first for him, although girl friends had been happy to take him in their mouths, none of them had wanted to taste semen. That was why he had tried to pull out of my mouth that morning. I thought that was sweet of him, but I had always believed that was what everybody did. Apart from that, in between sex, shopping and my chatter, we had had a serious conversation.
We had established that WE were to be an ongoing thing, with Rules of Engagement.
His contribution was that he would visit me on a Wednesday or Thursday, as his work permitted.
My stipulations were there would be no romantic involvement, no phone calls, letters, cards or gifts: if either of us felt that the relationship should end, the other would accept that without protest or question.
I am not a fool, I realised that he probably had a regular girlfriend somewhere and I didn’t want to cause hurt and upset to her so I insisted that our relationship would remain as secret as possible. I also told him that I had totally enjoyed everything we had done together so far and that in the future he could use my body in any way and at any time, provided he told me what he had in mind beforehand.
Casting my mind back to the stories I had heard from Valerie and Paul, I also told him that anything belonging in the lavatory was out of the question, and that I bruise easily.
I suddenly realised that the adventure in the car and the crazy drive home had been him testing my promise of any way, any time.
As I sat there sipping my tea, washing his taste from my mouth, I realised I was as happy as I had been for a very long time.
Then I remembered , I hadn’t told him about the panties stuck under the seat, ah well, that could wait till next week.
