10 Cents a Dance (Closed except for LadyTemptress and Me)

[Whitespin]

Sam waited just as he had done for more than a week. The chill November air swirled round the corner of the building and cut right through the fleece he was wearing; he shivered and thrust his hands deeper into the pockets. He hated formal clothes always tried to look smart but casual as they said, society that is. He must be mad he thought what was the matter with him all he had to do was go down those steps, others were going down men and women, the clatter from the high heels on the women’s' shoes echoing as they descended the stone steps giving the impression that they were going into a tunnel. Some were obviously together others even more obviously on their own. He stepped forward out of the shadow cast by the tall building over the road, the building that contained his flat, his home? No it would never be his home it was a place of shelter, to eat, sleep and in that sleep face the terrors that only night could bring. During the day he had no memory apart from, how long was it? Eighteen months ago, since the morning he had woken to find he had no memory. That wasn't entirely true he knew about the world he lived in, all the trappings of society were completely familiar to him, it was just his personal memory that had gone

The police had him down as a Caucasian 5-10 170 lbs greying hair with a grey beard. He had grown the beard to hide the ragged scar that meandered down his left cheek. His age had been guessed to be around 48. He was very fit and lithe with a military bearing. Despite scouring their records no one had any record of him ever existing.

He was startled from his musings by a voice saying Excuse me it was a woman’s voice. She said Excuse me again, slightly louder this time he turned away from the bright, almost garish poster that made a splash of colour against the off white wall the poster that said; New Dance Class Beginners Only 7.30 Prompt the one he had stared at so many times over the past week but the fear of the unknown had prevented him from taking that first step towards rejoining society from having the company of a woman, a warm soft very feminine woman who would melt into his arms as they danced. His cheek being brushed by her perfumed hair the soft curves of her body held tightly against his. As these thoughts ran through his mind he began to breath more deeply and felt himself becoming aroused.

Sam completed his turn his eyes suddenly met the most intense gaze from a girl who was standing very close to him, so close he could smell the fragrance of a very light but expensive perfume in the night air. She was bathed in the light from the brightly lit doorway her hair was red except that description did not do it justice. It was like burnished copper shining in the light from the entrance to the studio and fastened in a long thick plait that reached down her back. She said Are you Ok,? I hope I haven't startled you. Then without giving me time to reply she said I've been watching you for a couple of nights now waiting in the doorway then after a while walking away into the night. I didn't speak I couldn't get my thoughts together, she continued I hope you don't mind me telling you this because I think you have the same problem as me I spoke as if in a dream, my heart was pounding in my chest and my body trembling. You are right I said Neither of us can face going in to the studio on our own. Why had I spoken to her in such an easy, mature and friendly way? My normal reaction in this situation would be to mumble some apology, avoid the persons stare, turn and walk quickly away keeping my eyes on the ground. She smiled at me all the time looking right into my eyes. Her eyes were dark, very dark like jet black pools. She was not much smaller than me with a nice figure. I would have guessed it be about a size 10 but since she was wearing a long thick coat it was hard to be sure.

By this time we were standing right in the entrance blocking all access to the studio oblivious to everything around us. The deep male voice when it came startled both of us. We turned towards the direction it came from. A very attractive couple were smiling at us Are you going in the man said I can guarantee you will enjoy it. With a quick glance at me the girl took my hand and led me down the steps.

 

[LadyTemptress]

Amelia Barnes stood against the wall out of the man’s sight and watched him. She had watched him do this now for the four nights in a row. Why won’t he go in? What is stopping him? She thinks watching him intently. The first couple of nights had been sheer torture for her. To be so close to the man that had the answers to what happened to her father and not able to scream at him for those answers was almost more then Amelia could stand.

But she had to play it cool. She had worked to long and hard to get here. She knew this man was dangerous and if she handled it wrong she would never know what had occurred to her father nearly two years ago. But why wouldn’t he go into the dance hall? Amelia had felt it would be a great way to accidentally meet him. She had to admit she was now curious as to why he hesitated. The information she had gathered said he wasn’t afraid of anyone or anything.

Yet he almost look timid in the way he would step out of the darkness as if he would go down the stairs like the other people only to retreat again into the shadows. Amelia could stand it no more and she stepped out of the darkness and walked towards him. Taking a deep breath she called out to him, Excuse me. Nothing, she called out again and he turned to her looking bewildered that she was speaking to him.

She could hardly focus on anything but that he was standing right here in front of her. She had thought that she would be staring into the eyes of a ruthless man and instead she was looking into eyes that were cautious and unsure of what to do next. Then he spoke and his voice was so low and soft. Amelia felt a moment of confusion as she felt a flash of empathy for him. She was almost turned and fled when a couple came up and asked if they were going in.

Without even thinking Amelia grabbed his hand and went down the stone steps with him. Once inside the brightly lit room that was filled with happy looking couples and singles mingling about one another Amelia turned to him and holding out her hand said, Hello, I am Amelia Barnes. She stands waiting to for him to introduce himself.

 

[Whitespin]

Before he had time to think he found himself inside a medium sized room, a room that was twice as long as it was wide. There seemed to be about forty or fifty other people in the room most of who seem to be paired off. Close to where he and the girl had entered stood was an area that took up at least a third of the room. The floor was covered with a thick dark blue carpet, which was embellished with a pattern consisting of gold stars. Set out on the carpet were a number of small round wooden tables and chairs. The wall along the whole of the right hand side of and part way along the wall behind them was lined with benches covered with a dark blue material that appeared to be leather.

As he surveyed the room he became aware that the girl was speaking to him, he caught the word Barnes, a feeling of deja vous sent a tingle through his body his head was buzzing with the babble of voices that surrounded him and there was music playing, it was a song he knew so it must be fairly new. He felt a surge of panic rising inside him and he felt the desperate need to escape. The girl spoke again this time in a soft gentle voice that was filled with concern. Are you Ok she asked would you like to sit down? He nodded his ascent and sat down at the table nearest to the door. Amelia sat next to Sam. She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze and said I’m sorry you don’t feel well maybe I shouldn’t have dragged you in here like I did can I get you something to drink a brandy perhaps? Sam was listening to the lilt in her voice, looking again at her hair, the beautiful copper coloured hair. She was American there was no doubt about that but the accent was subdued a mixture of, it was hard to tell. She repeated the offer of a drink. Sam felt embarrassed he couldn’t let a stranger, least of all a stranger who was female and almost young enough to be his daughter buy him a drink. Gathering himself together he reversed the position of their hands so that now he was holding her hand. Oh it was soft and warm, he looked down at it nestling in his big square hand. The fingers were long and tapered, beautifully manicured the nails bright red. It was her left hand, devoid of jewellery apart from a very wide band of gold on her little finger. He looked at her, smiled and said in a soft gentle voice oh no young lady I must insist on buying you a drink and with that he put his hand in the pocket of his fleece and pulled out a crumpled five pound note.

Looking round the room he spotted the bar over in the far left hand corner. Amelia followed his eyes and saw it at the same moment. She leaned towards him so that her lips, their natural colour enhanced by a bright red lipstick the colour of which matched her nail varnish. Her lips were inches from his ear, she said quietly Ok you can pay if that’s the way it’s done over here but I insist that I go and get them. Brandy ok? Sam relaxed ok then but only this once.

Amelia stood up and undid her coat, Sam was on his feet in an instance he took the coat in his hands and carefully slid it off her shoulders. He flourished the coat as if it were a cape and he a bullfighter. Amelia did a quick bob and a huge smile lit up her face. Well thank you kind sir she said, to which Sam, with great solemnity and a stiff little bow replied The pleasure was all mine.

Amelia set off towards the bar. Sam, after putting her coat over the back of a chair stood and watched her as she threaded her way between the tables and along the wall towards the bar. It was the first time he had seen her without her coat. She was wearing an emerald green long sleeved satin blouse with buttons down the front the top two of which were undone. This he had noticed when he was helping her to take off her coat he had also seen the swell of her breasts and caught a glimpse of a matching green lace trimmed bra through the opening in the blouse She wore a long tapered light grey skirt that flared out at the bottom. It reached almost to her ankles and hugged her trim hips. The effect only went to emphasise her height and the fullness of her breasts. A pair of black high heeled dance shoes and a broad black belt around her tiny waist completed her outfit and the overall effect was stunning.

Sam continued to watch her as she returned with the drinks. It was obvious to Sam that Amelia knew that every man in the room was watching her every wiggle, every flutter of her long eye lashes and you could tell that she revelled in the attention. Then he suddenly noticed, her hair was no longer in the tight plait it had been when she went to the bar, while waiting at the bar she must have unfastened it and now, it cascaded in all it’s glory over her shoulders and down her back.

He was still standing up as she approached the table, he waved to her and she immediately saw him and smiled. She placed the drinks on the table and he stood attentively behind her chair ready to slide it under her as she sat down. Sam followed suit and sat down opposite her. Thank you....., she paused she had almost called him by his first name, turning the half uttered word into a laugh she said I don’t think I know your name. Sam immediately stood up again. We will have to put that right without further ado. Taking Amelia’s right hand in his and with that funny little stiff bow he kissed the back of her hand and said Colonel Samuel Patrick McBride at your service Ma’am.

It was if he had been struck by lightening, the noise in his head intensified his legs almost gave way as he hastily sat down. He hung his head for a moment, why had he said that? He was plain Sam Smith and was only eighteen months old. Only a year and a half since his rebirth the man with no name no past nothing. Someone said ‘you look like a Sam’ so Sam it was and Smith the most common name in the phone book! What else. He was feeling calmer now he could hear Amelia saying Sam, Sam he looked at her and saw her face grimaced in pain. My fingers Sam my fingers he looked down at her hand. He still had hold of her hand and he was grasping it so hard her fingers had gone white. He let go with a gasp and blurted out Oh my God I’m so sorry what have I done? He raised his eyes from the reddened hand, from the fingers that by now were showing white impressions where his fingers had stopped the flow of blood. His eyes met hers and saw the tears well up in those beautiful eyes. Please forgive me Now it was his turn to pause he stammered It’s Barnes isn’t it? Miss Barnes? He had by this time taken her swollen hand between both of his and was rubbing it to restore the circulation. It’s Amelia Barnes was the reply, Miss Amelia Barnes. This time there was no reaction to her name, no sign of Sam having recognised it at all.

Amelia was in a turmoil she had earlier thought he recognised her name, Barnes, her late father Brigadier Andrew James Barnes missing in action, they said. The body had never been found and she knew Sam was implicated. She knew Samuel McBride personally he and her father had been firm friends as well as fellow officers. What had made Sam reveal his true identity? She was certain he had not done so deliberately for some time now she had started to accept that the memory loss was not a plot to escape justice if it was Sam was a damn good actor. Remembering his name had obviously shaken him he had a deathly white pallor and she could feel the tremor in his hands as he continued to massage hers. What had happened? In the space of thirty minutes she had gone from hating this man through a gamut of emotions and now she felt only compassion, warmth and a desire to hold him in her arms.

 

[LadyTemptress]

Amelia took a sip of her drink trying to regain her composure and sort the raging feelings that were running through her. It was hard to concentrate with Sam’s hand gently rubbing her own. His warmth penetrating into her was playing with her emotions and making her feel all the more confused. She looked at him and thought he was still so handsome. A lock of his hair had fallen. It was all Amelia could do not to reach up and smooth it back in place for him. What am I doing? she thought as the memories began flashing before her.

Amelia as a little girl running up to be gathered in “Uncle” Sam’s big strong arms, reaching into the pocket of his uniform to get the candy he always had in there just for her. He would call her “little mouse” and tickle her until she squealed in laughter.

Amelia at age 10 on Christmas morning opening the big box with the holes in the lid, he had gotten her the puppy just like he had promised on his last visit. The little, pale colored Cocker Spaniel she had named Sammy after her favorite man in the whole world, next to her daddy of course.

She remembered her 13th birthday and how he had just shown up and had given her a pair of diamond stud earrings. He had said that men would give her lots of presents as she grew into being a woman but he wanted to be the first to give her diamonds. Oh how her teenage heart had loved him then. She would spend hours daydreaming of when she became a grown woman and how he would come and whisk her away to some romantic and exotic location and kiss her.

But her silly girlhood fantasies had been forgotten long ago. As she grew-up she saw less and less of “Uncle” Sam. She had asked her father why he didn’t come to visit and had gotten a vague reply of how busy and powerful he was now and it was hard to travel to Chicago just to visit them.

She looked up from her glass and saw that he was looking at her. Their eyes seem to lock for an eternity. Amelia broke the stare and took another sip of her drink. So, you are a Colonel then? Are you still in the military? Amelia could have bit her tongue off for saying that and Sam looked at her with wide eyes. He cast a glance around the room and back at Amelia. She could see that he really didn’t know how to answer her and by the look on his face she thought he might just bolt for the door. Before she could say anything else a couple walked up to their table. We are about ready to begin the dance lesson if you two would join the others please.

Amelia looked up at the couple. They were the ones that had been outside the club when she had first spoken to Sam and had ushered them inside. Yes, of course. Amelia sat her glass down and rose from her chair. Come on Sam dance with me The words gliding off her tongue in a such a friendly and casual way that she is taken aback for a moment and waits to see what he will do.

Sam rises from his chair and comes to stand in front of Amelia and taking her hand says, Yes, lets dance Amelia She smiles and nods her head and they follow the couple over to where the others are standing.

The couple both attractive and dressed in dance attire walked to the dance floor and the man spoke to the group of waiting beginners. Hello, my name is Sean Kavanagh and this is my lovely wife, Meara. We are the owners of this dance hall and we teach traditional Ballroom dancing. If you would all please join us on the dance floor we shall begin.

The group made their way onto the dance floor pairing up with their partners and waiting for the Kavanagh’s to begin the lesson. What we are going to do is turn on the music for an easy waltz and we just want to see what everyone knows. Don’t be shy and don’t worry about knowing the steps. All that will come soon. Just do what feels right to you.

Meara turned on the music and stepped into her husband’s arms. They began their waltz as everyone else began dancing also. Some of the couples were complete novices and others seemed to know some of what they should be doing. Most tried to copy what the Kavanagh’s were doing. Amelia looked up at Sam as he takes her into his arms and glides her across the dance floor like they had been waltzing together for years.

Amelia wasn’t surprised that Sam was an expert dancer. She looked at his face and could tell that he wasn’t even aware of how good he was or that the other couples including the Kavanagh’s were watching them. His eyes were fixed to hers and Amelia felt stirrings inside herself that at this moment she didn’t even want to try to understand. All she knew was that Sam, her dear “Uncle” Sam of her childhood was holding the grown woman that she had become and they were dancing.

 

[Whitespin]

On the Floor Together

Sam looked at the girl sat across the table from him. He was still holding Amelia’s hand he was no longer massaging the circulation back into her crushed fingers he was caressing them, softly, with great tenderness drawing little circles in the palm of her hand, tracing the outline of those long scarlet tipped fingers all the while gazing into those deep languid pools of black that were her eyes. He felt as though he were looking into the very heart of her soul. Amelia was returning his look with equal intensity making no attempt to withdraw her hand from his even though the pain had long since subsided.

Quite abruptly, Amelia said So, you are a Colonel then[i/]Sam didn’t hear the rest of her words his mind was still in turmoil from having introduced himself as Colonel Samuel McBride. Why on earth did he do that? It wasn’t out of bravado, nor was it a case of pretending to someone else, someone who would seem to the flame haired girl in front of him to be more attractive than the reality. But what was the reality? A mind that for months had sought it’s past, it’s nights filled with nightmares that even the doctors pills could not blot out. This tonight, was this yet another figment of his imagination, a cruel trick his mind was inflicting on him no doubt fuelled by the medication he took and the large brandy he had just drunk. The one thing he did know was that he couldn’t continue living this life full of so many unanswered questions but where and how was he to find the answers to his misery.

Both of their individual reveries were interrupted by a man and woman who had come up to their table. The man smiled at them and introduced himself as the owner of the club and asked if they would like to go on the dance floor because the lesson was about to start. Amelia was first on her feet she stood by Sam’s chair, reached out her hand and asked would you like to dance with me?[i/]. Dance with her? Oh yes he would love to dance with her, be delighted to dance with her, with Amelia the beautiful lithe woman who stood there waiting for an answer to her proposal. Sam rose from the chair, pushing it back as he did almost causing the chair to fall over; such was his eagerness to accept her offer.

He took her hand in his the hand that so recently he had crushed in blind panic. Following their tutors they walked off the carpeted area and on to the dance floor.
As his feet touched the floor he heard the click clack as Amelia’s high heels contacted the beautifully polished wooden floor. The narrow strips of wood, undoubtedly maple the finest material by far for creating an arena where those gifted by a sense of rhythm, physical ability and years of practice could perform their art. Almost white in colour with that spring that only the finest Canadian maple could give. Sam slid his foot along the surface. The condition was absolutely perfect with exactly the right amount of friction.

The soft background music that had been playing faded out and Sam and Amelia, in response to the noise of a microphone being switched on and its volume adjusted turned towards where the sound was coming from. At the far end of the room standing on a slightly raised area stood the dancing instructor who had earlier introduced himself and his wife as Sean and Meira respectively. The room fell silent and Sean, in a soft Irish brogue that could only have come from the north of the country said Welcome to all of you and thank you for coming.[i/]

As he spoke Sam felt the warmth of Amelia’s body against his as they stood side by side holding hands. The floor was quite crowded and as other couples moved forward to get a better view Sam and Amelia found themselves being pushed even closer together. Finding his arm being pushed into Amelia’s side Sam did the natural thing and put his arm around her tiny waist. Amelia reacted by leaning into his body and sighing gently. He hardly heard the sigh because of the sound of Sean’s voice but he felt it through his body. His heart was beating much faster that normal but then this was not a normal situation. Thirty minutes ago he had been outside, in the cold and so lonely now here he was with his arm around the waist of this stranger and a nubile female at that. He looked down at her seeing her so relaxed, moulded against his side. He could see even more of her cleavage from this position. Her breasts were the only part of her figure not in proportion. Not overlarge but certainly enough to get her more than a passing glance from any red blooded male. The dance floor was brightly lit with large numbers of halogen spot lights in the ceiling. It was also hot, fifty or more people, the lights it was only what you would expect. As he watched he saw several beads of sweat form on the area of her chest that was exposed by the gap in her blouse. She moved slightly and the movement was enough to make one of the globules run into the one next to it this started a chain reaction. A rivulet formed and ran down the innermost side of her right breast.

He heard Sean saying all were invited to dance a modern waltz to give him an idea of our ability. The music started it was one of Sam’s many favourites ‘Moon River’ sung by, who else than Johnny Mathis. He pulled Amelia round in front of him, she moved easily and gracefully and took up the standard ballroom dancing position leaning back slightly, head to one side her hips in contact with his. Sam himself leaned back which had the effect of pressing their hips even tighter together. Sam knew that this was the correct way for them to stand, such close contact was needed, it enabled each of them to feel which way their partner was turning or more correctly, so the woman could feel the direction the man was turning for it was the man who controlled the dance the woman following his lead. He held her with his right hand just below her left shoulder blade supporting her body without restricting her movements and she rested her left arm on his shoulder and they held their free hands out to the side at shoulder height.

They danced. It was as simple and easy as that, their feet and bodies moved as one they looked in each others eyes and smiled. Totally relaxed they spun across the floor, it looked easy, almost professional but in creating this practiced look. Those that knew realised the number of lessons, hours of practice it took to achieve this standard. Even Sean and Meira paused, looked at one another and across to where Sam and Amelia were at that moment doing a fast spin in the far corner before breaking out and reversing direction all without any hesitation.

As for the two at the centre of attention they were in a world of their own totally entranced by the soft sensual voice of Mathis, the feel of each others bodies and the rhythm that they were playing with, interpreting it to perfection. The look on their faces was, if not orgasmic was certainly heavy with sexual vibrations. The steps they were using were only very basic for in truth they had never before danced together. Or had they?

 

[LadyTemptress]

Amelia was lost to the music and the feel of being in Sam’s arms. He moved her around the dance floor with such ease and grace, like they had been dancing together forever. Amelia’s mind went back to the very last time she had seen Sam.

It was her 18th birthday party. Her parents had rented out the banquet hall at the Chicago Sheraton Hotel. A black tie event where the boys all wore their tuxedos and the girls wore their fanciest dresses. A live band had been hired and Amelia had spent two months in a dance class learning all the proper steps so she would be able to impress everyone with her ability. Her teacher Mrs. Logan had said she was a natural and when the big day arrived Amelia was more then ready. She remembered feeling so very grown up wearing a new black silk crepe dress that hugged her womanly curves in all the right places. Her hair swept up in a sophisticated up do with her “Uncle” Sam’s diamond earrings adorning her lobes.

The night had been lovely, her date Peter Winthrop very much the gentlemen. But when Peter was tapped on the shoulder she had looked up to see Sam standing there looking so very handsome in his tuxedo and asking if he may have this dance Amelia young heart begin to race with anticipation of being in his arms. They first danced to a lovely waltz and then a tango was played. Amelia had laughed in delight at the surprised look on Sam’s face when he saw how well she could do the steps. The dance was intoxicating and the two were in their own world moving to the beat of the music as their bodies told the age old story of love. The dance ended leaving them both breathless and smiling into one another’s eyes. “Happy birthday dear girl,” he had said.

Amelia wanting a moment alone and needing some fresh air to cool her heated body had led him out on the terrace. They had talked quietly for a time and Amelia who had fantasized for so long could take it no longer and threw herself into his arms declaring that he now should treat her as the woman she was. Sam had chuckled at her ardor but stopped when seeing the look of real desire in her eyes. Without thinking it through Sam had lowered his head letting his lips graze across hers. The small kissed turned passionate as the two melted into each others arms. Their mouths exploring one another’s, their hands roaming across each others backs and her breast pressing firmly against his chest they were only aware of each other. Until they both heard a voice they knew only too well….her fathers. “Amelia your guest asking for you. You better get back inside right now.”

Amelia blushing profusely cast a quick glance up at Sam and fled back into the room. That was the last time she had seen him. Her father said he had gotten a phone call and had to leave immediately. He never spoke of the kiss to her and she never spoke of it to him. For a while she had hoped Sam would call her but he didn’t. Amelia had gone off to college and Sam had been all but forgotten to a fond memory until the horrible day she got the call that her father was presumed dead.

Amelia was brought out of her thoughts by missing a step and almost tripping. Sam clutched her arms and looked worriedly at her. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, sorry my mind wondered is all, you are a wonderful dancer Sam.” Amelia smiles up at him as the music stops and everyone in the room comes to a halt. The Kavanagh’s walk over to Sam and Amelia pulling them to the side a little and speaking softly told them that they were much to good of dancers to be in the beginners class and that they really should come back when they had the more advanced classes.

Sam raised his eyebrows at Amelia having a twinkle in his eye showing that he was amused at hearing this news. Amelia was much less surprised by the news of their skill. “Well, I suppose we will just have to come back then won’t we,” he said. “Should we go have another drink Amelia?”

“Why don’t we step outside first? I could really use a breath of fresh air.”

Sam frowned down at her and blinked his eyes. “What?” the room was spinning as he remembered…….something? “Sam are you alright?”

 

[Whitespin]

Too Many Steps

He was fine, he looked at her at that wonderful hair, the deep unfathomable black of her eyes, the beads of perspiration on her forehead and ‘My God why hadn’t he noticed them earlier’? Diamond earrings! She was wearing diamond earrings only small studs but as the myriad spot lights shone down on them they flashed and sparkled reflecting a fire that burnt within, as only diamonds can. He recognised them! He remembered two perfectly matching stones that shone with the same brilliantly pure light just as those in Amelia’s lobes did at this very moment

. He was in Amsterdam the diamond capital of the world. It was as if he were looking down into a small room. The only two people in the room were himself, albeit a much younger version he thought, smiling ruefully. The other person, a man much older than Sam whose body betrayed the years spent in the same position sat in front of the same heavy table he was sat at that moment. He was perched on a stool and was looking intently at an object held in a type of vice that was in turn clamped to the black cloth covered workbench. The whole scene bathed in a strong white light.


A piece, the first piece of the jigsaw that was his past fell into place, then another. The major problem was that he had lost or someone had stolen the cover of the box so that although he knew that these two pieces were linked he hadn’t got the box lid and with it the image he needed to link the pieces together.

The owners of the studio had come over to the both of them and having praised them for their skill suggested that they should come to the late class that ran on Thursdays It was reserved for the top echelon and the people were a good friendly crowd 9pm till..... At this point Sean laughed he said In truth its more like a social evening and some evenings we tend to get carried away and end up going home in the early hours. Sam said That would suit me fine’then he realised that he didn’t know if this would suit Amelia but before he was able to ask she said, with enthusiasm, that would be perfect we will just have to come back won’t we? The Kavanaghs walked away. Sam turned to Amelia and said Would you like another drink? She answered by saying Can we go outside it’s very hot in here and I need to cool down.

It was the same voice, the same face, the same earrings. They had danced together prior to tonight. He knew that he had indeed sat in the diamond cutters room in Amsterdam watching as this highly skilled artisan worked his magic with the uncut stone Sam had placed in his hand a few hours earlier. The cutters shop lay at the end of a tiny street the last house in the row. The house bordered a canal as so many houses in Amsterdam do and had access directly from the water. Sam had been given a phone number. He rang the number and a voice answered ‘Goede middag Johann hier hoe ik kan helpen As soon as Sam spoke the person on the other end realised it was an English person so he started to use English also, very good English with only a slight accent but one that was hard to place.

At his behest Sam dropped off the leather pouch containing the stone at Johann's house, within the hour. He had been given an address and told to take a water taxi there. Johann opened the door and shouted to the driver in Dutch. I have asked him to wait he said ushering Sam into a tiny ante room. Giving him the pouch Sam watched as he opened it and tipped the uncut diamond into his left hand simultaneously bringing the eyeglass that hung round his neck to his right eye. He sat down at a small cloth covered table and switched on a bright desk light. He carried out a very thorough examination of the rough diamond the only sound being the wheeze from the cutters chest and an occasional grunt.

After quite some time Johann straightened up, turned his chair round to Sam and asked Where did you get this? Sam, very calmly said it was payment for work done Johann replied It must have been a great deal of work that you did either that or you charge very high prices But, he continued, sparing Sam any more difficult questions you are not here to be asked how or where you acquired this diamond This I already know. Sam was taken aback You know? I know nodded the small man from his chair I know my diamonds and I know the best way to cut them to release the latent beauty within, and he said, with emphasis I can keep my mouth shut and do! However my friend like you I have a price and also like you I do not work for, what do you say, peanuts?

Sam and Amelia walked up the steps from the studio the same steps they gone down only an hour previously. When they went down they were, or so it appeared, strangers. Now they came back up out into the cold raw night holding hands. How about that drink Sam asked I think by the time we find a bar we will have cooled down sufficiently’ Amelia laughed and linked arms with Sam squeezing his arm with hers well lead on she said you seem to be very skilled in that department. It was Sam’s turn to laugh now you’re teasing he said and used his arm to pull her close to him. Do you tease all the men in your life’? He glanced across at her face he could swear she was blushing or was it just the cold night air.

The bar was quiet, soft lights and sweet music just what the doctor ordered thought Sam. They found a booth near the back of the bar next to a radiator and sat facing each other as much to take advantage of the warmth from the radiator as to be able to converse more easily.
A young girl came to take their order. She looked to be barely 18 but must have been to work in the bar. Her black skirt was very tight and very short. When she had gone Sam laughed and said Is that a skirt or a wide belt? Amelia drew back distancing herself from Sam and attempting to look and sound surprised fixed her eyes on his and said I've got several shorter than that. Sam’s look of surprise was not feigned You have? he asked with incredulity Of course I have, after all I am a modern young woman and they are the height of fashion Sam’s head filled with thoughts of Amelia wearing such a miniscule garment and the stirrings started. He hadn’t seen her legs because tonight she was wearing a long grey skirt. He knew she had long tanned legs the white tennis outfit she had on with that ultra short skirt showing them off to perfection. Not only did it show off her legs but each time she either bent down or jumped into the air he could see her matching tiny white panties that left nothing to the imagination He also remembered the rest of the outfit a skin tight sleeveless top also in white that.... The stirrings were growing more intense, he needed to go to the toilet but knew if he did she would see that he was aroused.

The drinks came, the young waitress bending over to reach down the table to where they were sat. From where Sam was he couldn’t see any exposed knickers but knew, providing she had any on that the three men sat at the bar would get a good view of them. Oh they must be regulars thought Sam as he saw all three swivel round so as not to miss a thing. What he did see and what he knew without doubt Amelia could see was that under the white blouse the girl was not wearing a bra. Her thin, almost emaciated body although well tanned looked incongruous inside the tent like blouse. As she bent forward he got a very good view of her pert breasts very small, almost pubescent even, but with large puffy nipples. This very obvious attempt to titillate, especially with Amelia there felt strangely embarrassing. It suddenly dawned on him that the customers in the bar were, apart from Amelia all male. He twisted round just as the door opened and a girl wearing far too much make up and dressed like a tart came in. She spoke to the barman and he gestured towards a group of young men. One of them was sitting slightly apart from the others he was also very young and didn’t look old enough to be out at this time of night let alone be in a bar. The girl walked slowly over to the group smiling and as she neared their tables she stopped and said very loudly Ok so which of you is the virgin then The young man stood up, swaying slightly. The escort, for that was what she most certainly was put her arms round his neck and clasped him to her ample bosom. kissed his cheek leaving a large pink lipstick mark. At this the group he was with cheered loudly and the lad who was blushing so deeply it looked as if he had been slapped was lead out of the bar by the girl.

By now the need to go to the toilet had, for Sam become the priority. The goings on in the bar had boosted the thoughts that were spinning in his mind. His state of arousal had become very obvious. Taking a sip of his brandy Sam excused himself and stood up all in one movement. He shuffled along between the table and the bench his eyes searching for the sign to the men’s toilet. He couldn’t see one and had to walk over to the bar to ask. The barman pointed over in the corner behind where Amelia was sitting. Taking a deep breath and trying to hide the bulge he walked past the end of the table giving Amelia a little wave and weak smile and once out of her sight launched himself towards the door and let the stream of urine spray down the stainless steel wall that formed the urinal. With a huge sigh of relief he shook off the drops and tucked everything away.

Back in the bar he found Amelia still sat up against the radiator talking to a swarthy man as Sam approached the man turned, glanced at him and quickly walked away. Sam sat down and said Sorry about all this Amelia replied you mean about this place, the girl flasher or something else.? Sam blushed he really blushed and Amelia noticed. Taking both of Sam’s hands in hers she leaned forward and said Oh Sam none of this was your fault how were you to know that this bar was a pick up spot for prostitutes and as for the waitress trying to boost her tips with a bit of exposure it was quite amusing I have of course seen other women’s breasts, many times and I doubt that the flash we got was worth more than 20 pence. The man Sam said who was the man? Oh laughed Amelia we were just doing business. How do you mean business? Amelia pouted and put on a spoilt little girl face Well Sam’ he wanted to buy some of my time’Sam jumped up time do you mean he wanted to to pay you for ssssex he stammered. She gripped his hands tighter and pulled him back down onto his seat. Sam you have obviously noticed what sort of place this is and sitting on my own as I was I think I would have worried if I hadn’t been approached. Anyway he couldn’t afford me Sam replied he actually offered you money Mmmm she said a lot of money’ but I told him I charged much more than that and he had better go quickly because my pimp was coming back and you might slit his throat. Sam felt perhaps he was being teased again and was going to let the matter go when his curiosity got the better of him. Amelia? He asked you don’t have to tell me but Amelia interrupted him you want to know how much he offered don’t you’? Sam was thinking hard all signs of his erection had long gone. Err Amelia didn’t give him a chance So how much do you think I am worth? What would you pay for a night of non stop sex with me or do you just want a quick shag perhaps you want some discount? Come on lets find a hotel we can sort the price out on the way. Having spent all the hurt that had welled up from deep inside Amelia burst into tears and pushing Sam out of the way ran out of the bar and disappeared into the dark cold Belfast night.

Sam was lost for words he didn’t want this, why had everything turned sour. There was no longer any doubt that this was not an act on her part. Amelia was devastated, had her past come back to haunt her?

 

[LadyTemptress]

Amelia had been pleased with the way the evening was going. Being with Sam after all these years was both comforting and surreal. She hadn’t expected the rush of memories to consume her the way they had upon seeing. Amelia had developed a hard shell around her heart that no one could penetrate. Sam by just being vulnerable and kind to her and by the sheer history the two shared had cracked into that hard shell that she had worked so hard to create for herself and Amelia for the first time since she could remember felt real feelings.

Feelings were for the weak, for the dreamers and the innocent. Amelia was none of that. There had been a time long ago when she had been like other girls with the hopes and dreams for a bright future. But that was not the path Amelia’s life had taken.

Amelia held Sam’s hands tightly. Smiling at his obvious shock that the man had propositioned her for sex. What she hadn’t expected was the overwhelming emotion that sprung up in her at the mention of the price the man had offered. Bitterness, rage and an indescribable hurt consumed Amelia all of a sudden. She blurted out to Sam in a voice full of pain and venom, so how much do you think I am worth? What would you pay for a night of non stop sex with me or do you just wanted quick shag perhaps you want some discount? Come on lets find a hotel we can sort the price out on the way.

Amelia burst into tears and leaping to her feet almost knocking down the chair she had been sitting in and fled out of the bar and into the cold Belfast night air. She ran down the street, collapsing against a brick building and sinking down to her knees lost in her pain and tears as the memories of the years came one on top of another.

She was sitting on the couch in her father’s office with him beside her holding her hands and explaining the assignment that he said only she could do. He wanted her to infiltrate the headquarters of the African head of state, Kayode Ologe. And obtain the information needed to prove that he was corrupt along with most of the government. Her father had said the only person he could trust was Amelia and that he knew asking her to do this was dangerous but he was so close to getting Kayode Ologe and his minions that to stop now was unthinkable to him.

Because Amelia loved her father so much and believe him to be one of the good guys trying to make the world a better place she agreed to go to Africa and seduce the Kayode and get her father what he wanted to bring the man down and see justice restored.

She had almost succeeded too until Kayode had found out who she really was. She never learned how he came to know that she was a spy for her father but the wrath she incurred forever damaged Amelia and took her life on a much different course.

“Amelia, Amelia please talk to me! Let me help you off the ground. God I am so sorry, what did I do?” Sam’s voice penetrated the horrible memories that were surfacing in Amelia. She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face.

“Sam?” She whimpered and threw herself into his arms crying as if her very soul was breaking. Sam held her tightly and let her cry. His mind was racing with thoughts of what had happened to this beautiful girl that would make her fall apart like this.

“Amelia please let me help you up. You can’t sit out here in the cold like this.” Like a rag doll Amelia let Sam bring her to her feet. He made sure to hold on to her tightly afraid she would fall if he let go. “Come on my place is very close by, let me get you out of the cold and make you some tea.”

Amelia let him guide her. She didn’t speak and kept her head down. She couldn’t think for fear of what horrors would be unleashed from her mind. The horrors that were only kept at bay by her strong determination not to succumb to them.

They walked up a few steps and Sam put the key into the lock on the door. Ushering Amelia inside, he flipped on the light and sat her down on the small brown sofa. “I will be right back, just going to put the kettle on.”

He was right back sitting next to her, taking her hands into his own and in a very quiet voice asked Amelia what had happened to her. He didn’t know how he knew but he could feel that something unspeakable had occurred in this girls life and for an unknown reason Sam felt his heart breaking for her.

Amelia looked up at him with her big, dark eyes swimming in a pool of tears. “Oh Sam, I can’t! I can’t go back there! I can’t remember, I won’t.” But the memories came anyway and with Sam holding her hands and looking at her with such compassion the story unfolded and Amelia began to talk.

 

[Whitespin]

Sam threw a handful of coins on the bar and was out of the door in an instant. He paused, where had she gone? A fog had formed since they went into the bar distorting all shapes and forms. His eyes searched the cold damp street for a glimpse of Amelia, a street made gaudy by the harsh glare of the many brightly lit signs that were arrayed around the multitude of bars and clubs that filled this area. Red, blue, green the splash of their reflections were echoed in the wet paving. Outside the clubs stood the doormen alike in only one respect, their uniform. The ubiquitous black bow tie. Yes, they were all big men, hard men, men that found pleasure in roughing up the young men who frequented the area, drunken young men who having displeased the custodians of one nefarious dive or another, would find themselves in the casualty department of The Royal Hospital with broken noses and their extremely expensive foppish shirts soaked in blood and snot. Foolish young men who came into the area seeking sexual relief from the ladies of the night but found when they woke in the morning, as a minimum they had empty pockets and a sore head. Or in some cases for those who fulfilled their need, in addition to these things found that they had acquired a legacy that might blight their life or even end it.

Sam took all this in instantly. It was the same in every major town around the world all had their red light districts to one degree or another mostly dependant on the puritanism of the city fathers. He strode across the road in a direct line between the bar and the dance hall. It was a hunch, only that, when a person ran in blind panic they tended to run in a straight line. By now the streets were crowded and he found his way blocked by a noisy crowd of youths. He moved to the right to avoid them and found his path blocked by a man with a bull neck and shaven head. The man was wearing a black bow tie. Sam moved slightly to the left so as to avoid him, the man covered the move. Sam now knew that this was a man looking for a bit of sport. Sam stood perfectly still, his arms by his sides his weight balanced on the balls of his feet. This was not the movies this was Belfast, Now! A city that once knew peace and prosperity but for an age had only known violence and hatred.

The air was suddenly rent with the staccato sound of two tone horns and flashing blue lights. It was the police and in numbers obviously responding to complaints about the rampaging youths but the effect it had on the doorman was unexpected. He disappeared! One minute he was some three feet from Sam and now he had just melted into the mist.. Sam could see the Ten Cents ballroom across the road from where he stood. The lights were all out save for a small tungsten bulb over the front door. This was obviously just a security light but in the shadows to one side of the light he saw movement. Glancing all round he moved cautiously toward the pool of light eyes straining to see what it was that had caught his eye.

Then he knew, it was Amelia it had to be. She was sitting on the cold wet pavement just outside of the pool of light, her back resting against the wall, her arms clasped tightly round her knees and her head buried in the space between. He walked swiftly across to where she sat. He could hear the piteous sobs and see her shoulders heave as she gave release to the anguish in her soul. Then he was with her crouching in front of her his arms wrapped tightly around her as if to shield her from the whole world.

God! Now he knew for certain, there was no doubt in his mind not one iota of doubt. He knew Amelia! She was a part of his life, a huge part but try as he might he could not remember. The eyes, the hair they were so familiar to him but who was she? What was she to him? What relationship did they share? It was useless, the details that should have been in his head were lost just like a drunken man staggering through the ever thickening fog might lose his bearings, he might know that this was his world but until either the fog lifted or some person, a friend, partner, lover someone he knew and trusted, held out their hand and led him out into the sunshine he would remain lost.

A chill went through him he looked up just as a second drop of water dripped off the guttering and went down his neck. Amelia was no longer sobbing as hard and her breathing was beginning to settle into a normal rhythm. Sam felt very vulnerable kneeling here in the dank fog with Amelia immovable on the pavement in front of him. He shook her gently Amelia we can’t stay here it isn’t safe. Let me help you up my flat is only over the road. I will light the fire and make you a hot cup of tea, that will thaw you out. At his behest she put her arms around his neck and he straightened up from the crouching position he was in and effortlessly brought Amelia to her feet . They clung tightly to each other and walked unsteadily across the road to Sam’s flat.

Sam opened the door and leading Amelia by the hand took her into the tiny lounge and sat her on the sofa. He busied himself lighting the gas fire and once it was roaring away he asked Is tea ok? She nodded and he walked towards the kitchen and almost as an afterthought hesitated in the doorway and said One sugar isn’t it? ‘Yes Sam it is’ she replied How clever of you to remember after all this time.

This time Sam reacted differently he controlled the feelings that clutched at his throat. They knew each other, it was becoming so obvious but still he didn’t know any details. Ok he would approach this very delicately, Amelia knew about him, knew who he was and yet, up to now she had not given any indication of the fact. He knew that tonight was the best chance he would ever have of finding out, with any certainty who he was.

Sam walked out of the kitchen with the two mugs of tea. Amelia had taken off her coat and was sat on the edge of the sofa staring into the fire. He handed her the tea and sat down next to her. He waited until she had drunk some of the hot steaming liquid before saying anything to her. When he did speak it was in a calm quiet voice.

‘Amelia’ he asked, ‘are you Ok’? She nodded and hunched herself together almost wrapping her body round the mug of tea. Sam continued, quietly, calmly he said in almost a whisper ‘You know who I am don’t you Amelia’? She shivered and Sam immediately said ‘If you don’t want to talk about how or why you know me it doesn’t matter. I am building a new life and perhaps it’s would be for the best for both of us if we went our separate ways. Amelia turned towards Sam and put her index finger up to his lips. ‘Oh Sam, Sam’ she said, Yes, I do know you, I know so much about you and I’ve been told things about you that have made me hate you and because of this I have deliberately sought you out so that I could, in some way exact retribution for what you did.

Sam took a deep breath so as to quell his racing heart. ‘Do you want to tell me Amelia’? She shook her head, ‘I do, I must because I feel I have made a huge mistake an awful mistake but please not tonight. I need to sleep, I must tell you everything I know about you for both our sakes but please Sam I am so tired I must rest. Sam put his arm round her and pulled her to him. There was no resistance and Sam helped her up saying ‘Come with me you can sleep in my bed, I put a hot water bottle in it earlier so it’s nice and warm. They went into the bedroom together and Sam turned back the covers. Amelia stood by the bed and with a giggle told Sam not to look. Undoing the button that held the waistband of her skirt and pulling down the zip she let it fall to the floor, an instance later her silk blouse joined it and clad only in her bra and panties she slid beneath the covers and pulled them up to her chin saying it’s Ok you can look now. Sam opened his eyes and gazed down at her and knew this wasn’t the first time he had done so within the same scenario. He turned to go, she smiled up at him and in a quiet voice said ‘Please stay with me Sam I don’t want to be on my own, it won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed! Please!’ Sam hesitated his mind in a turmoil, Amelia said’ Please!’ Sam looked at her with longing and said Ok I will but first I must turn down the fire. He was gone for only a couple of minutes but when he returned he saw that she had turned over on to her side with her back towards him. He guessed that she was already asleep. Turning out the light Sam gently slipped into the bed and lay on his side behind her. Then in what was the most natural movement in the world he put his arm over her and grasping her gently round her waist pulled her close to him so they nestled together like two spoons. Amelia sighed softly then relaxed against his hard muscular body and both of them slipped into a dreamless sleep.

 

[LadyTemptress]

Amelia opened her eyes to the early morning light streaming in from the thinly curtained window. She tried to move but felt something restraining her, looking down to see an arm wrapped around her waist. Sam, thought Amelia. The night flashing before her, the dance hall, the dancing in his arms, the bar, and the emotions that drove her into the cold night air. Sam picking her up and bringing her here, not asking any questions just taking care of her, making her feel safe and protected. Something that Amelia wasn’t used to feeling anymore. They would have to talk today. She had so much to tell him. How could she have been so wrong in thinking Sam, her Sam could ever kill her father.

Amelia felt his arm tighten more and his lips kiss the back of her head. “Good morning sweet girl,” he whispered. “Good morning Sam.” Amelia not even realizing it snuggled back into him feeling a hardness pressing into her lower back. Her eyes open wide as she realizes what it was. Sam pressed a little harder; kissing her head again as his hand gently moves higher to graze across her bra covered breast.

“Amelia, I have held you like this before? Haven’t I?”

“Yes Sam, you have.” Amelia turned over to lie on her back and looked up at Sam who was looking at her trying to remember. Amelia could see in his eyes that he knew her he just didn’t know how. She reached up to stroke the side of his face. “Oh Sam there is so much to say. So much has happened that I don’t even know where to start.”

“I know we should talk and I want to. But first I have to do this.” With that he lowered his head and their lips touched in a sweet kiss that quickly deepened into a much more passionate one with lips parting to let their tongues play with each other. Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body closer to his as his arms wrapped around her pulling her closer. For a very long time they kissed and touched each other, Amelia could feel Sam’s hardness throbbing against her and her own juices flowing as desire took over.

Sam’s hand went under the covers. Moving down her stomach to the damp, thin material that covered her, running his fingers gently along the fabric causing Amelia to let out a small moan and raise her hips higher.

“Tell me to stop Amelia and I will,” Sam said in a ragged voice full of need.

“No, I don’t want you to stop. Make love to me Sam. Let me forget everything but this moment.”

With that said Sam gathered her tighter against him and let his hands and lips do what they had wanted since the moment he had laid eyes on her.

 

[Whitespin]

IC Sam awoke with a start. In that dawning moment between sleep and wakefulness he came. The hot semen spilling out from his penis in wave after wave. He was inside her thrusting deep into her body her face swam before his eyes he heard her voice Sam Oh Sam cum inside me I want to feel you cum inside me It was a that exact moment, the moment when all the pent up longing in his soul burst forth, it happened, when his sperm flooded into Amelia he awoke! Not from that nights sleep but from the total darkness of the night that had stolen his past.

Amelia Amelia He lay on top of her still buried deep in her but no longer moving. His face was inches from hers and he was staring into her eyes and he remembered just as if it were yesterday, the first time he had made love to her.

Amelia he said softly I can remember! My memory is coming back Amelia was instantly wide awake, her eyes looked startled. She put her hands up to his face and held it. Staring into his eyes she said Sam oh Sam, Sam, Sam that is wonderful! Do you remember everything? Sam gently took hold of her hands and pressing them against the bed on either side of her face he bent and kissed her gently on the lips. He could see a tear beginning to well up in her eye and kissed it away. He could taste the saltiness on his lips.

His eased his now flaccid member out of her and rolled on to his side, facing her. Amelia sat up. She knew she must look a mess and the emotion inside her suddenly erupted. She began to sob, not uncontrollably but softly and quietly. My Amelia this must be terrible for you. Let me go and make us a pot of tea and some tissues for you then we can have a serious talk. I remember much about you, your growing up, how we fell in love your fathers disapproval but there are huge gaps that I still cannot remember.

Amelia reached across to Sam then slid down to lie facing him. Hold me Sam, before we talk or anything lie with me and hold me safe in your arms like you used to do.

 

[Whitespin]

Foreplay

IC Sam woke before Amelia his arm was trapped under her body he gently eased it out trying not to wake her. His arm, now that it was released was racked by pins and needles. He lay there looking at that beautiful face and remembered the first time they had lain together like this. Her nose twitched, he smiled and leaning over, he kissed it. It twitched, again his grin widened and he went to kiss it yet again. His lips were but inches from their target when Amelia opened an eye and said If you are looking for my mouth you need to aim a bit lower Sam laughed out loud and diverting his lips kissed her full on the mouth. Amelia snorted. Call that a kiss! This is a kiss She sat up in bed, turned to him and placing a leg between his legs pushed him on to his back. He lay there totally still as she started to give him tiny butterfly kisses all round his mouth. Then he felt her tongue on his lips gently teasing him. She shifted her weight so that she now lay almost on top of him. Her mouth sought his and as her passion grew he felt her lips crushed against his, her tongue darted into his mouth causing him to groan as he felt his manhood swell. He knew from the position of her leg that she must be aware of his arousal.

Sam could hardly breathe. Amelia's heavy breasts were crushed against his chest her mouth enveloped his and her tongue probed deep into his mouth. His arms were wrapped round her he ran a finger down her spine until he felt the clasp of her bra. He traced along the edge when he reached the shoulder straps he carefully eased first one then the other off Amelia's shoulders. Amelia's mouth was still locked on to Sam's and her leg was pushing down on his erection he continued to trace his finger downwards until the finger found the valley between her buttocks. He paused for a moment then continued to probe with his finger. Suddenly he stopped, his finger felt a band of material running a right angles to the crevice. He played with the band and realised that it was the waistband of a very flimsy pair of panties.

That morning when they had sought relief from their problems by performing a mutual act of physical relief there had been little time for the removal of clothing and after it was over they had slept locked in each others arms. Now it was different they still had the desire but not the urgency. Now they would enjoy the foreplay as much if not more than the act of fulfilment.

He held the elasticated band at the point where it joined the section that disappeared between her legs and pulled it tighter up into her crack. Amelia moaned into his mouth as she sought his tongue he pulled again and again, a little faster and harder each time. Suddenly she stopped kissing Sam, rolled away from him and sat up. Sam if you keep pulling my thong against my clit like that you will make me cum He looked at her, sensuality oozing from every pore of her body. The straps of her bra hung against her arms and without their support her heavy breasts had almost slipped out from the flimsy lace cups. The nipple on the left one was nearly uncovered and Sam gazed in awe as Amelia put her arms behind her backand in an instance the bra fell away leaving her naked to the waist.

Like many red haired people Amelia's skin was a translucent white with a scattering of freckles. Sam stared at her breasts two orbs of alabaster. He was no good with sizes but they were well above average and although needing some support they were definitely not flabby. He noticed that they were transfused with a network of blue veins the colour enhanced by the whiteness. Her nipples were pink, a definite pink surrounded by, in a much darker shade of pink huge areoles and although not large Amelia’s nipples were erect. She knelt there just smiling at Sam her legs were tucked underneath her and the only clothing he could see was a tiny triangle of red lace, the same colour as the bra that lay on the bed between them. The triangle was held in place by the same elastic cord, no more than a piece of string in reality that he had used to masturbate her almost to a climax. He was hard and it took a great deal of control by him not to grab hold of her and take her there and then.

Like what you see Sam? Amelia laughed and sliding one long tanned leg from underneath her body flicked at the duvet that was covering Sam’s lower half. The move took Sam totally by surprise and a split second later the cover was on the floor and he lay there naked as the day he was born. Oh my word Sam I know someone who likes what they see. Let me shake hands with your friend. With a squeal and a great deal of athletic prowess Amelia rolled over onto her stomach and grabbed hold of his rigid penis. She was now lying at ninety degrees to Sam her head resting on his belly looking intently at his erection. It wasn’t the longest cock in the world but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth it really was very thick. Amelia’s hand relaxed it’s grip on Sam and she slowly pulled down on it until it’s head was totally exposed all red and shiny. Sam’s eyes were closed his mind was closed to everything apart from the intense feeling in his balls. He could feel Amelia’s hot breath on his belly then her head moved. He felt the softness of her face slide across his belly and a tickling sensation as her hair touched his side. Then that breath washed over his cock and it took all his power to stop himself cumming. A second later he felt a wonderful soft touch right on the end of his cock so light and gentle and..... Wet! Sam opened his eyes. He looked down his body to where Amelia lay but all he could see was a mass of red hair and to his right her body stretched out at right angles. His breathing was ragged he couldn’t stand it he looked at those long legs the cleft with the red string disappearing into that dark warm place. Suddenly his cock was enveloped by the warmth of... Amelia stop stop please stop or I will cum. Amelia’s hand tightened around his throbbing penis and she took it out of her mouth. They both lay there for several minutes, not speaking Amelia felt the cock in her hand start to relax she looked at the tip and saw little drops of cum glistening in the light.

Are you Ok now Sam ? Yes! Mel but it was close Mel! Amelia smiled to herself it was his pet name for her and had been for as long as she could remember. So it was coming back to him, it would be like it was in the fairy tales. Amelia rolled off Sam and lay next to him. Sam lifted his right arm and she lifted her head so he could hold her to him. She turned towards him letting her breasts lie against his chest. Sam said I’m sorry it caught me unawares last night was the first time since, he paused since I woke up, you know what I mean don’t you. Of course I do Sam it isn’t a problem to me. Would you like me to go so you can sleep?... Sleep? I don’t want to sleep I want to lie in bed making love to you until we both fall asleep from exhaustion but first I want to see the rest of what you have to offer. Amelia raised herself up on one arm and looked down at Sam What do you mean the rest? The bit of you that is covered up with those little red panties He said. Panties? Oh you mean my thong. I will take it off now if you want. No no said Sam let me take your thong off. Don’t spoil my enjoyment.

 

[LadyTemptress]

Smiling up at Sam with anticipation and desire Amelia laid back on the bed. “I’m all yours Sam.”

“Oh Mel, “my god you’re a beautiful woman.” He whispered and moved to position himself down by her legs. He ran his fingers lightly up her smooth legs to her thighs which made Amelia squirm and smile brightly with eagerness for him to continue. Sam moved his fingers to the thin straps on either side of her hips and hooked his fingers around them. Slowly he pulled the strings down until the little triangle patch of red fabric pulled away from Amelia’s sex revealing the soft, red curls lying underneath that she kept trimmed very short. Sam’s breath was coming faster as he moved the strings farther down her legs and finally got them off all together. He looked at the flimsy thong in his hands and then back into Amelia’s eyes. He brought the panties up to his nose and breathed in the fragrant scent that was Amelia. Closing his eyes briefly and then tossing them to the floor brought his gaze back up the length of her body taking in her womanly curves that were now completely on display just for him.

“Mel you are so lovely,” Amelia smiled at him and let her thighs fall seductively open a little wider. “Do you like what you see Sam?” He answered her by bending forward and kissing up her belly, stopping to pay attention to each nipple before moving up to capture her lips in a kiss that left her breathless and him rock hard. Finally pulling away from Amelia he kissed back down her heated body till he was lying between her soft thighs.

With his fingers he moved so carefully around her full pussy lips touching her with such a delicate touch that it drove Amelia crazy. She wiggled around and raised her hips off the bed wanting his fingers inside her, wanting her clit rubbed to ease the ache that was building and making it swell. Sam chuckled at her, “Don’t be so eager darling, I will get you there very soon I promise.”

Sam moved his wet tongue up the length of Amelia’s pussy stopping to lick in a circular motion her clit before taking the hard little bud into his mouth and sucking on it. Amelia arched her back and moaned with pleasure. Sam’s mouth felt so incredible on her just like she had remembered from so long ago. He had always known just what to do make her respond with such intensity and wild abandonment. Even after so much time apart it was no different now that they were together at last doing what had always come so effortlessly.

Sam probed a finger into her dripping pussy and began moving it in and out of her at the same time keeping her clit locked between his lips sucking it in just the way that made Amelia wild with passion. She can’t take much more and needs to be one with him again so bad that she moans out to him, “Ohhhhh please make love to me Sam.”

He needed no further encouragement then that and moved up her body kissing her again and pressing his cock into the warmth between Amelia’s legs. Taking it into his hands he ran it a few times up and down her slit causing her to moan and spread her legs wider. Then in one smooth thrust entered her fully causing her to cry out and cling to him.

“Ohhhhh god Sam I love you inside me so much. I love you!”
Sam looked at her and felt his own heart burst forth with love and remembrance of his precious Mel. “Yes darling I love you too.”

They moved as one and were soon lost in only the feelings of their bodies locked together each gaining their pleasure from the other. Sam thrusting his cock in and out of Amelia was driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her hand snaked between them and she rubbed her clitoris with practiced fingers that knew just how she liked it. Sam looked into her eyes watching her lost in passion and this sending him over the edge he thrusted hard into her crying out that he was cumming and filling Amelia with his hot seed. Her own orgasm taking over consuming her and she clung tightly to Sam letting it have its way with her until her body is drained and all there is left is the most wonderful feeling of contentment. Breathing hard, eyes closed, she sank back into the mattress as Sam slipped out of her and gathered her in his strong arms kissing the top of her head. “Oh Mel, my sweet and lovely Mel.”