Property Rights (Closed thread for Sarahuk4 and Arkontheroof)

[sarahuk4]

O.O.C.

This is a closed thread between myself and Arkontheroof....


I.C.

Name ....Lucy Simpson.

Age .. 20

Height .. 5'4"

Hair ...Blonde , medium length straight hair

Build ... Medium , good figure


Walking up to the reception area , I am shaking , how on earth did I land this job , me , Lucy Simpson, a girl from the sticks , getting this job , a prestigious Personal Assistant position.

Asking the receptionest where to go , she directs me to the lift and as I press the button for the 3rd floor my mind wanders back to how I decided the farm wasnt good enough for me and that I wanted an education so different from my brothers , and how I went to secretary school after my own school and at weekends , finally getting my qualifications ...

The lift coming to a halt , joults me back to reality , my finger presses the button and the door opens straight into a corridor , walking out I see the door , with his name on it .

Stepping back I look at it and my hand rises to knock ....

 

[Arkontheroof]

Background: Lucian Proctor, age 38, broad shouldered but light build (he really should find time to eat more than one meal a day), well-groomed, with a wardrobe dominated by three-piece suits and a cellar of expensive wines.


IC:

The desk clock says 9:01. She's late. I'll put that down to getting lost inside the building. I'd hate to think that she's late. I've been having doubts about her anyway - not for any reason, just because she was interviewed by my predecessor, and I'd rather have chose my own PA.

9:02

9:03

A knock on the door.

"Open!" I tell her.

She opens the door, timidly.

"Miss Simpson." I stand, and move round from my desk to shake her hand. She's trembling slightly. "I'm Lucian Proctor, and you're late - don't appologise, just don't repeat the error." I return to my chair.

She looks presentable enough, a good formal jacket and skirt. "Turn around for me."

She turns, seeming unsure.

I'm interested in her purely from a professional perspective. Nice figure, though. "Good. In future wear your hair up, and to compensate for your hight I'd suggest higher heals. You'll find clients easier to deal with them if you can look them straight in the eye. Otherwise, you're well presented and that's a start. Now for the hard bit...."

I ask her to take a seat and give her a quick introduction to the work, and outline her responsabilities, which I hope that she already knows. It takes ten minutes. And I conclude, "... Alice is our Office Manager, and she'll show you your PC, explain the IT resources and so-on. Before you see me again make sure you get a pad and pen, as you'll need to take notes when we talk. Today I want you to get up to speed on all the processes, and on all our clients and present projects. Come back at six o'clock, and we'll see how you've got on."

I stand again, open the door for her, and indicate the coridoor.

 

[sarahuk4]

The door opens , and he stands there, this bearing figure of a man , and suddenly I hear him bark

"I'm Lucian Proctor, and you're late - don't appologise, just don't repeat the error."

He tells me to turn around , I feel like I am in cattle sale , not going for the first day in my new job , I so want to turn around and tell this man he is such an arrogant pig , but know I cant , as I want to do well in this job , my first ever job , but what an arrogant bastard he is. I look at him and instantly take a dislike to him , who the hell does he think he is , he is barking out these orders to me , what a bastard!!!..

Listening to him droning on , I start to stare out of the window , looking at the sky scrapers around London , then suddenly I hear him , his voice gets louder ...

"... Alice is our Office Manager, and she'll show you your PC, explain the IT resources and so-on. Before you see me again make sure you get a pad and pen, as you'll need to take notes when we talk. Today I want you to get up to speed on all the processes, and on all our clients and present projects. Come back at six o'clock, and we'll see how you've got on."

He shows me the door and tells me to go down the corrider , knocking the door , I look at the very efficent woman ,

"Alice" , I ask her , she says it is her and I introduce myself

"Lucy Simpson , I am Mr Proctors new P.A." ...with that she introuduces me to the other women in the office ...

At 6.00pm , I knock his door , feeling a little bit more confident with Pen and Pad in my hand ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

I keep my ears open during the day - as always, but especially for reports on Lucy Simpson. All reports are good.

At six o'clock she returns, as instructed, tired and tense.

I ask to to take a seat and find myself smiling at her. "I know you won't have enjoyed today, but I hope you're feeling satisfied with what you've done. If you can cope with the work, with the hours, with the preassure, and with me, then you'll find it incredably rewarding. Now..."

She sits stiff, almost defiant. She has unbuttoned her suit jacket during the day and it hangs open. Her shirt is tight fitting, and her breasts stretch the fabric pleasingly. If I were younger and more junior I'd ask her if she wanted to go for an informal drink to discuss the day. That is obviously not a good idea.

"If you've survived today, you'll find tomorrow's much easier." I tell her. "If there's anything you need to know, ask now. If there's anything we can do for you, just say. Otherwise, have a good evening, and I'll see you tomorrow. Anything?"

 

[sarahuk4]

Sitting opposite Mr Proctor he actually smiles at me and says ..

"I know you won't have enjoyed today, but I hope you're feeling satisfied with what you've done. If you can cope with the work, with the hours, with the preassure, and with me, then you'll find it incredably rewarding. Now...

But watching him , I see his eyes feast on my breasts , feeling rather uncomfy I do up my buttons on my jacket , and then I feel him staring at my legs , so now uncrossing them , I pull down my skirt as far as it will go , with a mental note not to wear my skirts quite so short tomorrow ...Then I hear him talking again , bringing back to my attention ..

"If you've survived today, you'll find tomorrow's much easier, If there's anything you need to know, ask now. If there's anything we can do for you, just say. Otherwise, have a good evening, and I'll see you tomorrow. Anything?"

"No Mr Proctor , there isnt, bar one thing , can I wear trousers into the office ", looking at him , I realise just by his look , the answer is No, well it was worth a shot ...

Standing up , I turn around to him , and ask him

"Mr Proctor do you know of a nice little bar where I can get a fruit juice , as my train doesnt leave now for over an hour "

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

She asks two questions, and I surprise myself with my actions.

"Mr Proctor, can I wear trousers into the office?"

Of course she can. But I'd rather she didn't. I don't answer, but just look at her and leave her to decide what that means. I'd bet half my portfolio that she'll be too scared to take it as a yes.

And then, "Mr Proctor do you know of a nice little bar where I can get a fruit juice , as my train doesnt leave now for over an hour "

I know where a lot of the junior solicitors and admin staff go after work. Between five and eight they filter into the loud, heaving pub by the station. I should tell her to go there, meet some of her colleagues and get to know them better. Instead I say:

"There's a very nice place round behind the Exchange, but it's hard to find. Shall I show you the way?"

 

[sarahuk4]

Mr Proctor looks at me and replies ...

"There's a very nice place round behind the Exchange, but it's hard to find. Shall I show you the way?"

Well I think that is rather kind of him , so I gladly accept his offer , if for nothing else , it will show me of another place I might be able to meet people my own age ...

Walking over to the lift , I notice he reaches for the button before I get a chance to even go towards it and he stands aside for me to enter the lift first, so different to men my own age , he is actually a bit of a gentleman , even thou I dont want to admit to it ...

Wallking into the little bar , it is all warm and glowing , infact totally different to what I expected in the middle of London , it wasnt at all trendy at all , really old fashioned not what I expected from Mr Proctor at all ..

"Mr Proctor this is lovely " I turn to him with a tear in my eye , "I really like it here , reminds me of home a bit " , I try not to say much more as I feel the lump in my throat ..

Sitting down , my skirt rides up a bit father than I really wanted , showing the tops of my stockings , and I know now , as he looks over he can see the bottom of my suspender , and as I cross my leg he can see a little more , and the man next to him does aswell. I am getting warmer now , so I undo my buttons of my jacket and take it off , knowing fulll well that my blouse is slightly see through but I had put on my silk bra which is slightly see through , but now wish I hadnt as my nipples were beginning to stir and harden as I looked at this man who is my new boss , I am just hoping he doesnt notice ...

Handing me my fruit juice , I smile sweetly and say

"Thanks Mr Proctor " ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

I'm delighted that she accepts, and I guide her through the side-streets to the bar. Most of the younger staff would hate the place, though I rather like it, but as we enter she pauses for a moment and says, "Mr Proctor this is lovely!" She seems really moved.

She takes a seat by the bar, and I place myself between her and a rather sweaty man who is already staring at her legs. Her skirt has ridden up above her knees, and the man to my right is leaning forward so that he can stare at her firm thighs, the dark tops of her stockings just visible. I lean forward, ostensibly to hail the barman but also to cut off his view. I haven't broughther here to be leered at. Though I'm not entirely sure why I have brought her here.

We sit a few feet apart and she crosses her legs. I can't help but glance down. Stocking top, pale flesh, the bottom of a suspender. Perhaps she hasn't noticed that her skirt has ridden so high, but I'd embarass her if I told her. And she does have fabulous legs.

It's warm in here tonight, and she takes off her jacket. The curve of her shoulder is complimented marvelously by the sheer blouse, and as she turns to hang the jacket I let my eyes wander down her front, to her firm breasts, her nipples standing firm like buttons under the fabric.

It is hot in here. I want to take my jacket off, but my cock has stirred to a half-errection and I know it's going to get harder. I don't want her to see.

We discuss London, where she comes from, why she's here, anything, and I look at her eyes, or her hands - anywhere other than her silken thighs or her hard nipples. My mouth waters. Time passes too fast. She should go for her train. It's a complicated route to the station and I should offer to take her. Instead I say: "Another drink? There's a table free in the corner?"

 

[sarahuk4]

Sipping my cool fruit juice and listening to his voice , my mind drifts back to how things used to be , at how I have matured , then I start to tell him about my childhood , how I wanted more than the farm , how my brothers just lived for the farm , all sorts , and why I am telling him I have no idea , it just flows from me , to think what I thought of this man in the beginning , now I am begining to see him in a different light. Before I know the time is going so fast , and he says to me ..

"Another drink? There's a table free in the corner?"

"No thanks Mr Proctor , I really must go for my train , as if i miss it , I will have to wait a further hour , Is that ok ?"...

Running down the platform , I just make the train , and board it , sitting back on the cold seat , I put my head back and start to drift off , thinking about a certain man , I hear a noise , looking around I realise I am totally alone , and it was somebody closing the door in the next carriage , and settle back down again , my eyes closing , dreaming , about this man , and then without realising my hand goes to my breast and i start to massage it , making my nipples harder , then undoing my blouse , ,my hand slips inside my bra , taking my breast and gently massaging my nipple between forefinger and thumb , making it harder and harder , feeling the pleasure radiating down into my tummy , thinking about his hands on me , thinking of his kiss ....

"Hmmmm ticket please " ....

Jumping I look so guilty , how much did he see , how embarrasing , just showing him the ticket , I do up my blouse , and cant wait to get off train, I wont do taht again in a hurry ...

Walking down the corrider in the morning , I check my watch 8.55am , 5 minutes to spare , brushing my skirt down over my hips and checking my hair in the window , it is high on top now for him , and looking at my heels which make my legs look even longer , I hope I look good for him , tweaking my nipples slightly so they are raised , and opening my jacket so he can see them , I knock his door , pad and pen in hand ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

Another drink? No, she must catch her train. Of course. Of course she must.

What was I thinking!

I walk her to the station, and shake her hand at the ticket barrier. Shake her hand. Damn!

I should go back to work, but I haven't the focus, so I head home and make sure I'm in by six the next morning.

At the office, grey dawn light outside the windows, I can forget the night before. There are complex issues to absorb me, a vicious contract to disect. In ten years I haven't allowed myself to be distracted by my female colleagues or employees. For a year Alice tried to flirt with me, but now even she knows I'm immune to women. Miss Simpson is a fine employee. Nothing more. I am immune to women - everyone says so. I am not affected.

At 8:56 she's standing in the doorway. She wore a skirt, not trousers. Her legs are stunning. Her hair is up, as I'd asked, but it doesn't make her look more formal, it just shows off her face better. And the hard outlines of those perfect nipples make me want to weep.

"Ah, Miss Simpson, take a seat. I hope you had a good journey home last night. Now, you'll be taking minutes of the ABB-UK Sub-Assigment meeting this morning...." I don't know if I can keep this up.

Fortunately the visitors from ABB are with us by ten, and I'm oblidged to take them out to lunch before we reconvene, so I don't have to spend time alone with Lucy. That is, with Miss Simpson. But in the afternoon meeting I'm sitting oposite her, with the client's ball-breaking Commercial VP tossing her hair as she plots corporate treachery to me left. I've taken my jacket off. So has Miss Simpson, and her nipples are still perfect. Within minutes I have an errection, straining against the wool of my trousers. I pray that their VP doesn't think I've got it for her.

Somehow, the meeting goes well and I survive the day. I make a point of telling her that I have to work late, and she leaves alone. Perhaps she seems sad to leave the office. Must just be dedication.

And somehow, we survive the next morning, too, and at lunch-time fate gives me a perfect get-out - a way to get some distance from Miss Simpson, to clear my head.

Brian is hit by a double-decker bus.

That may not sound like good fortune, but in fact he was just clipped by it as he crossed the road outside. The hospital confirms that he has broken his arm, and may have concussion. They want to keep an eye on him for a few days, have him go back for tests over the next week. That means that Brian, our foremost expert on International Patent Law, won't be able to make the Property Rights conferenbce in Tokyo. I'll have to go in his place. I co-wrote his presentation, after all.

I call Miss Simpson in to tell her that I'll be out of the coutry for a few days.

She appears in the doorway, notebook in hand, in skirt, blouse, stockings and heals, and I open my mouth to tell her the "bad" news. My eyes flick across her breasts. I start speaking:

"Have you ever been to Tokyo, Miss Simpson?"

 

[sarahuk4]

Carrying on my duties as Lucians P.A. , efficently I hope ,and too his satisfaction , I am very pleased with the way it is running , but Alice seems far from happy with me , infact as I walked out of the office this evening , she positively glared at me ...

Lying back in my lovely scented water now , relaxing , my mind drifts back to the meeting we had , and how I found Lucian very attractive , without realising , I said his name , Luciannnn , it rolled off the tounge so easily. Reaching over for the soap I lather it up and start to wash down my neck and over each arm , then down on to each breast , gently massaging them , over the erect nipples and then I wondered what it would be like for Lucian to be there with me , lying back in the water now , warm water carressing me , my fingers start to dance over my erect nipples , bringing them even harder to the feel , and catching them between fore finger and thumb I gently squeeze each one in turn , then lifting my breast to my mouth I gently suck each one feeling the hardness against my own tounge , my other hand snaking down over my tummy to feel my soft downy hairs , so soft against my fingers , my finger traces the outline of my slit , up and down , and then moving into the first set of lips, and gently parting the second set , masssaging the lips between first finger and thumb , feeling them engorge , Ohhhhhh the feeling , then finger touching gently rubbing the clit , so so so hard ...my otherhand comes off my breast , both hands go down to my very wet pussy , and I start to finger fuck myself while my other hand is massaging my clit , round and round , faster adn faster , thinking all the time of Lucian fucking me , Ohhhh I want to fuck that man so hard , fuck his brains out ..Orgasm floods through me , taking me so hard , ripple after ripple grabs my body , making me shake ...

Lying back in the bath , totally worn out , I smile to myself , I want that man , I want him soon , but how , and would he want me ..

Walking into the office next morning , all prim and proper , I hear Lucian say ..

"Have you ever been to Tokyo, Miss Simpson?"

"No Mr Proctor , why do you ask me that Sir " ....I dutyfully reply , whereas I really wanted to say , "I fucked you last night in my bath , do you want to take me over the desk right now " ...but naturally I didnt say that, but i watch his eyes flickering over my breasts and I see a bulge appearing in his trousers again , the same one that I have seen his last few days...

Walking down the steps of the plane , I suddenly realise exactly how hot it is in Tokyo , catching my breath from the sudden heat influx to my lungs , I smile at Lucian, and I see him smiling at me , looking at me in a strange way , so I ignore it , not knowing quite what he is thinking ...

"Ohhhh Mr Proctor this is wonderful , Ohhhh , and please Sir , call me Lucy , is that Ok" , I say to him as we sit in the taxi and looking over at him , not being able to assertain his look I am suddenly frightened , and blurt out ,

"Ohhh sorry Sir , I didnt mean to be so rude , just this has all over taken me "...

Looking out of the taxi window now , I feel the tears pricking the back of my eyes, I hope I havent just blown this wonderful job of mine , where would I find another position like this , and he is so handsome aswell ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

For the flight I make sure that Miss Simpson has the window seat. We're flying over the Baltic and Siberia, so there are views of ice-bergs, of sheets of snow, but she sleeps most of the way there. I doze, fitfully.

We arrive towards the end of the afternoon, and take a taxi to the hotel. Miss Simpson is clearly struck by the alienness of Japan. "Ohhhh Mr Proctor this is wonderful , Ohhhh , and please Sir , call me Lucy , is that Ok? Ohhh sorry Sir , I didnt mean to be so rude , just this has all over taken me!"

"You're in a strange place for the first time," I smile, "so you're allowed to be a little 'over-taken', Lucy."

The taxi drops us at the New Otani, and walk into the lobby, past the women whose only job is to bow to guests as they enter: in the room there will be complimentry kimonos, and through the hotel a hundred other tokens of Japaneseness to persuade all us foreign business-travellers that this is authentic Japan. But we're not here for the setting. We here because most of the other deligates will be staying here. We're only here for the networking. I glance down at Lucy - at Miss Simpson. I repeat inside my head: we're only here for the networking.

At the desk we pick up our keys. 806 and 906. I'll be sleeping immediately above her. I almost ask for another room. We go to the lift, and I press 8 and 9. She asks what we'll do now. I want to tell her after she's showered she should put on something silky, come to my room, and have it ripped off her. Instead I say: "Shower, change, and then we meet in the coffee-bar - the one overlooking the hotel garden. There are bound to be clients and competators there. We'll be polite to them and then get some dinner."

 

[sarahuk4]

Letting myself into the room , I look around , it is absolutely beautiful , never been in a place like this before , putting my case on the bed , I lie on it , and bounce up and down , it is so springy , then pulling open the door I see the bathroom , it is luxiorious , a whirl pool , ohhh it is a dream , a walk in shower , it has every thing I have ever dreamed of ...

Taking off my blouse and just walking around in my bra and panties I decide to take a shower , and then looking for something to wear , I see this lovely top , really silky but very sexy , I put on my sillky bra to wear under and then think , No , I think bra less will have a better effect , with my short skirt , I think the men will like this , and he did say to dress to make an impression , well I will in this , I think grinning to myself ...

Looking at myself in the mirror , my legs are nicely tanned now and look very sexy , even thou I think that to myself and my top is so pretty , my nipples are erect , but not too odvisious , I think he will love this effect .

Walking towards the coffee bar , I feel mens eyes on me , and then I see Lucian sat there , his eyes tell me i have the desired effect , walking over to him , my hand just lightly touches his leg , I feel him flinch ,

"Lucian " , I say shyly , "Can I call you Lucian now , I feel it is fitting dont you " ....and with that my hand just lightly touches his leg again ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

I had a quick, efficient shower. I knew I should have stayed in it longer. Not to get clean, but to pump away all the tension, to exorcise the image of Lucy. If I had, perhaps I would have been thinking straighter later. But I didn't. In truth, I couldn't bare the thought of wasting my cum: I knew where I wanted it to go, and that wasn't down the drain. Of course I told myself that it was unnecessary, and by restraining myself I was demonstrating my self-discipline....

I put on a dark three-piece suit, comb my hair, shave, and head for the lift.

Down in the coffee bar I'm immediately waylaid by Arnaud Deluze. He's a competitor. But then he's the sort of man who will always be a competitor, even if you work for the same company as him. He shakes my hand too warmly, and smiles. I've known him long enough to know that he only has three smiles - condescending (which means smug), warm (which means predatory), and bored (which means he's not after anything). Thankfully this is a rare "bored" smile. We take a table by the big plate-glass window, I order a coffee, and we discuss European statutes.

I keep an eye on the steps down from the concourse. After about ten minutes Lucy - Miss Simpson - appears. I excuse myself, rise and step across to greet her. As she walks down the steps her breasts bounce gently under a black silk top. Graceful long legs disappear into a short skirt. I should have stayed in the shower. As I greet her she brushes my leg, accidentally of course. The nerves down the whole side of my body flare. She says something - I don't even know what - and brushes my leg again. Oh Christ!

I mutter something about finding another table, but across the room Arnaud is already calling to the waitress, "Another cofee for my friend's companion", and beckoning to us.

I introduce him to Miss Simpson, and they shake hands. He's too smooth to look her up and down, but his smile changes from "bored" to "warm".

He makes sure that he's sitting next to her. He's charming to her, of course. Work is forgotten. The glories of southern France are extoled. He finds out that her father's a farmer and he lies, saying that his family farm, too. I fear she's falling for it.

I mention that I was going to dinner with Miss Simpson - I'm looking for a way to get her away from him- but he immediately says that he will show us a fabulous place that he has found, and first perhaps we might get a drink "somewhere more interesting". He promises Miss Simpson that he knows some "remarkable" places. I don't doubt it. I'm about to decline, but she has already accepted. I hope it isn't some sleazy club behind the hotel.

We leave the hotel by the back-door, and walk down towards the grid of cheep restaurants, fake-European bars and seedy clubs that have sprung up for the undescerning business traveller from the Otani's soaring towers. Between the restaurants and bars are narrow doorways, under-clad women loitering outside them, and signs proclaiming the attractions on show inside: European, American, Oriental. I'm sure Arnaud's leading us to a tacky strip club.

I'm wrong.

It's worse than that.

He leads Miss Simpson down a side alley, having now all but invited her to his family's non-existant farm, leaving me trailing mutely behind. He establishes that Miss Simpson would like a fruit juice, and so as we reach the door he's on a fast-track to getting us settled inside.

The doorway has no women loitering outside, and a discrete sign proclaims its' special acts to be "exotic". Arnaud enters, and a short Japanese woman greets us, clad in cammoflage clothing too skimpy to ever grace the battlefield and high-heeled knee-high boots. Arnaud gives her our drinks order as she leads us to our table.

The tables are low square boxes, rising just a foot off the ground, surrounded on three sides by a horse-shoe shaped bench, upholstered in black fake leather. All of the tables look inwards to a central stage, a raised dais with two poles, on which there is a kind of dance in progress: a large, dark-skinned man, African or southern Indian perhaps, wears a headdress of bones, a fake-leopard-skin loin-cloth and nothing else, but carries a long, heavy cat-o-nine-tails; he stalks, pursues and ocassionally whips a very petite oriental girl who, wearing traditional Japanese dress, dodges around the poles to evade him. It is part dance, and part pre-rape pursuit.

I look at Arnaud and Miss Simpson. He has a big grin on his face. She looks stunned. I'm tempted to grab her hand and drag her out, but then, how do I know she won't find this... appealing, somehow. Am I being rational, or just jealous? She's confident enough to speak for herself, I have to admit. I quash my instinct to drag her away.

When the drinks come Arnaud pays cash. I see the bundle of notes and estimate that he's just tipped the waitress around a hundred Euros in Yen. She smiles politely, and retreats, catching the eye of the couple on stage. Damn.

The act continue the chase for a minute, but then the "African" grabs the woman, wrapping the cat around her neck, and holding her in a strangle-hold he drags her, struggling, from the stage. He drags her towards us, the big-tippers.

In front of our table the Captor forces the girl to her knees, and holds her there, like a hunter displaying his captive prey. I look away. Arnaud doesn't. The Captor sees his interest and almost throws the girl at him, and she lands on the bench next to him, her head in his lap. But he isn't finished with us. He steps up onto our table, and faces Miss Simpson, swaying his hips, almost clawing at his bare chest, looking down at her, down the front of her blouse, his cock starting to rise under the loin cloth, lifting it slowly. He reaches out with the cat-o-nine-tails, letting it hang limp, draping it over her breast, across her shoulder, scraping the side of her face. He bends his knees to put his groin level with her face, his cock now standing out horizontally from his body under a tent of fur, and he reaches his other hand out to her.

 

[sarahuk4]

Sitting down , Lucian introduces me to Arnaud Deluze, one of our competetors , I remembered the name , I smiled and introduced myself ,

"Lucy, Mr Proctors P.A. , and I am very pleased to meet you " , as I took hold of his hand and shook it with meaning , but I sat very close to Lucian, as I didnt really trust this man ...

Arnaud suggested about this club he knows of , and it sounds really exciting , he is a very interesting man , and with his farming background he relaxed me a little , but I must admit I am a bit scared of him , he is so overpowering . Looking at Lucian , he seems to be in favour of the club so I smile and agree and look really excited about it , even thou I am a bit scared , but thinking inwardly could I really have dreamt to be in such an exotic place 6 months ago ....

Walking down the back streets , I wasnt too impressed , but looked at Lucians face and decided to keep up the pretence of being very happy , even thou I wasnt in the slightest . We went into this most awful of places , it was terrible , one of those places you see on the tv , where disgusting things happen , looking over at Lucian again , he seems to be enjoying it , how could I have been so wrong about this man , I smiled and chatted to Arnauld , who suddenly flashed all this money at a woman , and this scantily clad man and woman came over , I was so scared ...He started his dance right infront of me , and his cock was hard , poking out from his fur clothing , I didnt know what to do with myself , looking down , I am almost crying , looking over at Arnauld , he is busy with this woman , feeding him her pussy , and over at Lucian , he seems to be enjoying it all , then this person infront of me made a lunge at my breast , swopping his cat o nine tails for his hand , and as his fingers touched my skin , I jumped up , not knowing what to do , he tried to grab me , grabbing my flimsy silk top , rippping it , and exposing both my breasts for all to see , then as I tried to get away from him , he grabbed me on to the stage , and was trying to rip off my panties with his other hand while pinning me down with his weight , struggling I was desperately so scared , was he going to rape me as part of his act , I started to kick out and with that I am not too sure what happened but he released me , I got up , grabbed my shoes and ran off the stage , crying , holding my breasts as I ran , not wanting all these creeps to see me , not caring where I was going , I got out to the main door and that woman in the camoflague jacket just looked at me and laughed and I heard her say soemthing like , "Stupid English Tart " ...and she laughed with her friend , as I stood there looking a right mess ...

Dropping my shoes as I tried desperately to open the door , I felt something or somebody behind me , screaming , next thing I remembered was being in the taxi on the way back to the hotel and feeling Lucians hands rubbing my temples , and his voice saying ,

"Lucy , Lucy , I am so sorry " ...

"Lucian " , I sob into his arms , "I was so scared , so so scared " , and looking down , I realise I have now not got on my silk top but his jacket , buttoned right up to the top , somehow he must have changed me , but for once I didnt care , and then I felt the sharp pain , which radiated up my legs , straight into my pussy , and taking a sharp intake of breath , I look down , to see my legs are streaked with blood , the man must have scratched me ...

Lucian lets me into my room and I turn and say to him with sobs ,

"Please come in , dont leave me , I am scared " ..

Lucian parks himself on my bed and looks at me , I must look a total mess , I turn and look in hte mirror , this woman who went out of this room earlier , in her sexy clothes , now looks a right mess , her hair all tangled , tear stained face , her clothes torn and shredded , blood down her legs ..

"I need a shower, Lucian " ...as I say it I undo the jacket , take it off right infront of him , he has seen my breasts before , and then I take off my skirt , and he can see my see through lace panties , and turning I make my way to the shower ...

Turning on the taps , I feel the water , lovely and warm to my hand , as I test it , and taking off my panties , I step in ...the water felt so good to my skin , Turning around the warm water jetting out of the shower , I stand there , and get the shower gell and lather it up , and start to gently carress my breasts touching each nipple , arousing it , and then letting my hand go down my tummy , over my belly button and down to my pussy, , the water just trailing through my pussy hairs , dripping on the floor ....washing all over , getting all traces of that man from me , being gentle with my body , I step out , realising I have no towel ...

Opening the bathroom door , noticing Lucian is standing away from me looking out of the window , I pad over to try and grab my towel on the bed , but as I reach for it , he turns around ....

 

[Arkontheroof]

Lucian Proctor

I've picked up very few Japanese words on previous trips, but "No" is one of them. And if the man on the stage wanted Lucy, he wanted the cash more.

He lunges for the proffered notes, shifting his weight off her, and she flees. Out on the street she's crying furiously. He tore her top and in frustration she now rips it off completely and throws it in the gutter, storming away down the sidestreet.

"Lucy! Lucy!" I get my jacket off, and catch up with her, out on the main road that runs down the side of the grid of clubs and bars. We're five hundred yards from the hotel, an easy walk, but I want to get her out of this environment.

I hail a cab, or rather I step out in front of a cab, forcing it to stop. My jacket round her shoulders, she climbs in and huddles in the corner, pushing her arms into the jacket sleeves and holding it to her like a child hugs a blanket for comfort. I do up the buttons at the front for her, and sit close, but not touching, rubbing her temples: I want to hold her, but don't want to be intrusive, and that's the best I can think of. It seems inadequate.

Back in the hotel, to the lift. Press 8. Up to her room.

She's still distracted. She mumbles about a shower and starts to undress in front of me. I turn away.

She disappears into the bathroom. I turn on the room TV, turning the sound down and flicking through - the local channels, the dire American news channels, a couple in German, two snowstorms of static where the porn will start later, Sky Sports and the BBC.... I'm not taking it in, but I need the distraction. If I'm feeling soiled by the whole thing Lucy must be feeling foul, which is a tragedy.

I turn the TV off, and stare out of the window. She emerges, naked, and I turn instinctively, wishing I hadn't. I want to see that perfect body, in detail, intimately, but not like this. I've reached for her towel before she has, and I wrap it around her like a blanket. I hug her gently.

"Oh Lucy, what an awful mess, and I'm to blame! Being polite to Arnaud didn't mean doing anything you didn't want to do. We both just went along to be polite, and look what happened!" I step back but keep my hands on her shoulder, looking down at her. "Clarification: We're polite to the clients, the customers, but in future we let each other know what we really want. Deal?"

She nods.

"Get some sleep, order room-service, go to the restaurant, do whatever you want to. Tomorrow we'll find time to replace your ruined clothes. Now, I'll be upstairs if you need me for anything, 906." I need her to know someone's close, but I'm sure she'll need space soI won't stay here any longer. "I won't be going out this evening." I let go of her. She still looks shakey, but more composed. My hand touches her shoulder again as I turn towards the door.

Back in my own room I'm quick to get out of my clothes, have another quick shower, and pull on the silk dressing gown from my suitcase. I hope Lucy's going to be alright. I might check on her later.

I plan an evening of book-research and room-service dinner.

 

[sarahuk4]

Lucy Simpson

Watching Lucians broad body move through the door and carefully shutting it with no noise , I feel slightly shaken , was I really that unattractive to him ...

Lying on the bed , I really am worried now , am I ever going to be attractive to a man , I thought that at least , he felt something for me , but apparently he doesnt , I really thought there was some sexual attraction between us , at the Hotel this evening earlier , perhaps I was mistaken .

Oh Hell to him I think and getting rather annoyed I throw the towel over to the other side of the room , get up and look at myself in the mirror. Holding my breasts I look at them and they do look ok , I am sure , they are the same as other women , they are firm , lovely hard nipples and soft , and looking down at my flat tummy , not one little bulge and my pussy , nicely trimmed , just a little pussy hair , turning around my bum was shapely and taut , now why didnt he fancy me ....

"Fuck him " , I hear myself say outloud ...

Dressing , well basically not putting on much at all , just a teeshirt and a skirt , no bra or panties , I think , I will go to the bar, get completely pissed right up and put it all on his tab, that willl serve him right ..

Sitting on the bar stool , knowing my skirt is pretty short now and flashing my legs , the man opposite is leering at them so I think to myself what is good enough for that woman in that film , is good enough for me , so I uncross and recross my legs giving him a good flash of pussy , knowing it is arousing him so much , I think Fuck it , why shouldnt I do it . Slamming down my glass on the bar , I demand another cocktail , the barman looking at me and knowing I am pretty drunk , refuses me ...

"Fuck it , Now , I say NOW!!!!! " , I demand , making myself look a fool , with that the man comes over and puts his hand on my leg , his fingers delving up my inner thigh till they meet my pussy lips , opening my legs slightly I let him finger them , while laughing at the barman ...I really didint care now , I was so drunk , looking at the man I smile and giggle , and spreading my legs wider , I see now he has full view of my open pussy , and the barman seeing this , picks up the phone ..meanwhile the strangers hand brushes my breasts and he starts to careess them in full view to all in the bar ..

Hearing my name being spoken in rather a curt manner , I look around , OHHH NOOO , it is Lucian stood there , not looking too happy either ..

Standing , well more like staggering , I meet him , slurring I say ,

"Luciannnnn I ammmm pisseddddd , want to fuck me " ....as I finger his tie and smile sweetly at him ....

Hearing him muttering something to the 2 men , I feel him push me into the lift and as he turns around after pressing the buttons I force my body right into him , pinning him against the door , my hand massaging up his already stiffing cock and then undoing his zip , my hand enters , finding its prey and I massage him, all the time gyrating my hips into him and pressing my erect nipples into his chest ..

Pulling away I bring my skirt up over my mound , and leaning back slightly , open up my glistening pussy lips showing him my engorged clit ...

"Suck me " ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

Re: Lucy Simpson

Two hours pass. Maybe more. I find it hard to concentrate, but persevere. Then the phone rings. I jump up, and lunge for the receiver, thinking that it may be Miss Simpson. Worse, it's from the bar staff. They say there's an "incident" concerning my "colleague" and I should come at once. An incident! Knowing how damned polite the staff here are that could mean she's hacking at that bastard Arnaud with an ice-pick in the middle of the bar.

I race down to the bar, and find her on a bar stool, her legs spread, a man behind her grasping her breasts through her thin T-shirt. The polite customers have left, and the voyeurs leer.

"Lucy Simpson!"

She hears and looks round, pulls free of her groper and stands. She smiles sweetly and walks unsteadily towards me. "Luciannnnn I ammmm pisseddddd , want to fuck me?"

I appologise curtly to the barman and her would-be molester, and grab her room-key from the bar (where she was doubtless using it to run up quite a tab). I grasp her wrist and place my other hand in the nape of her back, and propel her towards the lift at a very brisk walk. Her ballance is imperfect, but she doesn't stumble despite the pace.

The lift is empty. I hit 8. The doors close and as I turn to face her she forces her body against mine, pushing me back against the doors. Her hand is already at my groin, firm on my half-hard cock. She squeezes and I look down, seeing her beautiful round breasts straining against a tight t-shirt pressed against my chest. Her hand is in my trousers, gripping my hard cock, and the touch of her fingers on my rod is electric. Her hips swivel rhythmically, her crotch pressing against my thigh and her nipples so hard I can feel them even through my suit jacket.

Suddenly she pulls away and hitches her short skirt up to her hips, displaying her trimmed pussy. She leans back against the wall and slides two fingers over her mound and into her slit, parting her pussy-lips. Wet pink flesh demands my attention, her swolen clit inviting me.

"Suck me!" she demands.

I look at her damp slit, and have just one thought: "Hit the lift's emergency stop - right now!"

But then a bell chimes as the lift comes to a halt. Eighth floor. The doors open.

I grab Lucy's wrist again, and drag her down the coridoor. Her skirt is still round her waist, her toned rounded cheeks bare to the world. Two Japanese ladies waiting for the lift stand and gawp, but I hardly care. I unlock door 806 and drag Lucy into the half-lit room.

As soon as she's inside I turn around and push her against the door. She pushes her hips back out to me, and I don't need to hear her ask a second time. I take her hips in my hands and drop to one knee, and dart my tongue into her soaking crack, scouting out her clit with my tongue and then sucking it between my lips. I don't know if the noise she makes is a cry, scream or laugh, and again, I hardly care.

I move one hand between her thighs, stroking the soft flesh, and then reach up, pushing two fingers into her wet, yielding pussy. I lick and suck at her, fingering her furiously. Her taste just makes me want her more.

With my other hand I raise her t-shirt, and I lick up her mound, trailing my tongue over her bunched skirt, her navel, and upwards. As I raise the t-shirt her breasts are unveiled, her nipples standing hard, more perfect than I'd ever imagined. I head straight for the left breast, first flicking the nipple with my tongue, then taking it between my lips, then sucking as much of her full breast into my mouth as I can and pressing my tongue on the hard teet. My fingers still pump her as I lick, suck and nibble at her.

Then I stand, my fingers still working in her, and put my other hand to her throat, my lips to her hear, and I whisper insistantly: "Lucy, you asked if I wanted to fuck you. I'll tell you, when I asked you if you'd been to Tokyo, what I wanted to do was tell you to bend over my desk. Since that first drink in the bar in London, when I saw you-the-person rather than you-the-employee, I've wanted to fuck you every second of every day." My fingers moved faster. "Yes, I want to! But the question is...." I slip my soaking fingers out, and with one hand on her waist and one on her throat I swing her round so that I now stand with my back to the door and she stands in the entrance hall of the room, with nothing to support her. "... the question is, are you in a fit state to ask? Now, here's the test: you turn round, bend down, and spread yourself for me. If you're too drunk to keep your ballance, then I wont take the risk. If you can keep your ballance you'll get the fucking of your life. Now, do it!"

 

[sarahuk4]

Waking up with the mother of all headaches , I try to lift my head off the pillow , but cant , the light shining in through the window was killing my eyes , blinking furiously , trying to think of some normality , my hands go to my head , Ohhhh Godddd it hurt ...

Dragging myself off the pillow , lowering my feet to the floor , I unsteadily try to walk to the window to open it for some fresh air, but I have to steady myself on the chair , thank goodness it was there , then looking at myself in the mirror , I realise all I have on was my skirt , around my waist , no top , and my hair was a real mess and my mouth like a piece of sandpaper , what the hell did I do last night ?

Putting on the kettle for a real strong black coffee and ferretting into my bag for some paracetamol , I realise I have run out , wondering if Lucian has any , I phone him and ask , but dont get a friendly reply from him at all. Now I am well confused , but I just decide to knock on his door ..

"Lucian , are you ok " I whisper through the door , with no response , so walking down stairs I go to the reception desk and feel everybody glaring at me , then one of the girls giggling ask me if I enjoyed last night , so I ask her what does she mean , and she tells me all what I did ..

Feeling so embarrased now , I can understand why Lucian wont talk to me , so I decide to do the best thing , and catch the next flight home ..

1 week later.

Walking along the country lane , trying to work out how stupid I have been , my parents not even asking why I had come home and quit my job , I am in tears again , seeing how daft I am, and how I must have looked a right tart infront of Lucian. Hearing the car driving along I didnt even look up , but carried on walking , scuffing my feet on the floor , the car stopped and I hear the car door. I heard my name being spoken ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

She turns, leans forward, and falls.

I scoop her up and guide her to the bed, laying her down and throwing the covers over her. She looks hurt, and gropes for me, for my arms, my groin. I deflect her hands and get her settled. Then she starts to cry. Anger, shame, frustration? I have no idea which of those is driving her tears. I'm feeling all of them.

I sleep badly, and I'm woken by the phone. It's Lucy. I don't know what to say. I'm a lawyer, I trade and deal in words, but I don't know where to start. The conversation lurches uncomfortably and she hangs up.

Shower, shave, coffee.

Down to the front desk and ask for the manager: I explain nothing of the "incident" and he pretends that he doesn't know, but I am clear in my praise of the barman, and ask that the manager pass on my thanks to him. If this were the States, where cash is king, I'd find the barman and slip him a hundred dollars; but this is Japan, and things work differently here: each country has its own codes of behaviour, and by any code I was out of line last night.

I go back up to Lucy's room to appologise. No answer. I ask at the desk, and find that she's checked out.

Today's Sunday. I set up at the conference venue, getting familiar with the AV equipment for my presentation. And I worry about Lucy.

Monday to Wednesday is the Conference. Smiling, networking, scheming. And worrying. I get through to the London office. Lucy's back in England. She's safe. She has also resigned.

I'm supposed to stay until Friday. But before the last talk is over on Wednesday I'm in the taxi, heading for Narita Airport.

I go straight to her flat. No answer at the door. Yesterday's post is still jammed in the slot. The neighbours haven't seen her but I get the name of the lettings agent and visit them: the receptionist finds her file, with the letter handing in her notice an un un-cashed cheque for her notice period. I write a cheque to cover it and have them rip hers up.

Back at the office I find her CV, with her parents' address and phone number. I don't phone. I have other calls to make.

I can't make ammends for what I've done but I try what I can.

Saturday. What sort of damned address is this? Cities I understand, but meaningless names in a maze of country lanes make no sense. I drive round and round looking for the farm. Then in front of me a pedestrian on the edge of the road, walking away from me. She's wearing trousers, but my heart jumps into my mouth at the sight of her legs. It's Lucy.

I hit the brakes. I open the door and step out: "Lucy!"

She turns round. She has no makeup on, but still looks beautiful. Her jaw drops. I can't find words, again. I step towards her. My arms are around her, hers around me, her head on my chest as we embrace, me squeezing her tight. "Lucy, I wanted to find you, to appologise for everything. I'm so awefully sorry for everything. I didn't know what I could do, but I've got some details for you to look at, company details. Other than that I can only appologise." I take half a step back, she looks up at me, confused. Confused? She must know all too well why I'm appologising - I shouldn't have mentioned the envelope yet, it's so inadequate. I lean through the car window, pick the A4 package from the seat and hand it to her. She peers inside, not understanding. "One company's in London, the other's in Birmingham. Neither had people in Tokyo, different areas of practice, but I know the Managing Partners and both have vacancies. It's the least I can do. The London comapny's the better, but if you want to keep further away from me the other's a fine firm, too. If there's anything else I can do, you only have to ask."

 

[sarahuk4]

He holds me close to him , my head rests on his chest , then I hear him say ..

"One company's in London, the other's in Birmingham. Neither had people in Tokyo, different areas of practice, but I know the Managing Partners and both have vacancies. It's the least I can do. The London comapny's the better, but if you want to keep further away from me the other's a fine firm, too. If there's anything else I can do, you only have to ask."

"Yes , there is Lucian , the local YFA are having a barn dance tonight , please stay and go to it with me " ..

The dance was a roaring success and Lucian actually did enjoy himself after we kitted him out with some Levis and a shirt frpm one of my brothers , and he did fit in as such , chatting to all the local farmers about law and the practice , well he drank rather too much cider and he seemed to enjoy the dancing . As we both walked back to the farmhouse , I looked at this attractive man by my side , he looked so different out of his official business suit , he looked normal now , and my nipples reacted , hardening at the thought of him , which I know he saw under my thin blouse , but I really didnt care too much as he had seen it all before , and I suddenly didnt feel shy , whether it was the couple of wines I had , or what we had been through I dont know . I felt his arm slip around my waist as I leaned on his shoulder and we walked home with my arm around him aswell.

Lucian kissed me goodnight outside my bedroom door and as he disappeared into his , I knew my parents wouldnt be home tonight , they arranged to stay in town.

Undressing , I look at my body , it really didnt look too bad , I thought to myself , turning side on , my belly was totally flat and my breasts were firm with my nipples so hard now. Just putting on my silk dressing gown , I open the door , and padding over the landing , listen at Lucians door , I hear him move around so without knocking I open up the door , standing there with the light behind me , I loosen my robe and let it drift to the floor ...

 

[Arkontheroof]

"If there's anything else I can do, you only have to ask."

"Yes , there is Lucian , the local YFA are having a barn dance tonight , please stay and go to it with me."

I had no idea what happened at a barn dance. I had no idea what a YFA was. And I didn't see why finding out would help her. But most of all, I had no intention of saying 'no'.

It was an experience. It made me think of technicolour muscals. I scolded myself silently for being a snob. Frankly... it was fun. And mostly, it was really lovely to see Lucy again. Even better to see her happy.

Walking back to the farmhouse I put my arm on her waist and she leaned on my shoulder. Outside her bedroom door I kissed her gently on the lips and said goodnight. It was like a dream.


Now I'm back in my room, undressed except for my boxers, and the door opens. Lucy steps ino the room and her white silk robe floats from her shoulders and pools on the floor behind her. She looks like a classical statue, only finer, softer. I walk to her and put my hands around her hips, my palms on her back, and kiss her, gently, our tongues exploring each others' lips. I hold her to me, feeling her nipples hard against my chest, skin to skin, both of us stationary, the only movement being our mouths and my rising penis, which moves up inside my boxer to press against her stomach.

I take her by the hand and lead her to the bed, sitting her down, kissing her, gently but insistanly, moving towards her so that she lies back. I lie beside her, almost on top of her but just letting our skin touch, not pressing down on her, and we kiss again, deeper, faster, still tenderly. Then I sit back onto my haunches and look down on her, her blonde hair sprayed out like a sunburst across the sheet, at her firm breasts, her slender thighs.

I start with those perfect legs.

I move back, taking her ankle in one hand, I kiss her foot, her toes, my other hand running up her calf. Slowly I move up her leg, kissing, occassionally licking, my hands caressing just ahead of my lips. I want to kis every inch of her. When I reach the soft inside of her thighs she moans and I can smell her rich scent, but I skirt around her mound, licking her belly, and up to the nipples that I've longed for, my fingers gently massaging her breasts as I take her between my lips.

 

[sarahuk4]

Lucian takes me to the bed and starts to make love to me , he is so gentle towards me , just what I need. Looking at him rock hard , I decide he would soon cum so need to calm him down a bit. Getting off the bed , I offer him my hand , and we walk down the landing to the bathroom , knowing he is watching my bum as I walk I start to giggle and as we hit the bathroom he pushes me against the walk and I kiss him ,our lips and tounges meeting , my tounge against his lips and teeth and I smile as we kiss. My hand touching down his tummy to his ever hardening cock and his balls , carressing his balls and feeling them grow. Pushing him away now , I go over to the shower and bending over to put on the taps , I know he can now see my opening pussy lips , and so I start to finger myself turning around my head giggling at him , knowing how I am arousing him .

Stepping into the shower , the water just perfect , I becon him in , he is stood now right infront of me , his body just perfect . Feeling down his hard body , my hand reaches his very hard cock and i gently massage it , not knowing if i can feel precum or water , but wanting it in my mouth , i dont hesitate, getting on my knees , i take his full erect throbbing cock in my mouth , swollowing inch by inch , sucking and swollowing , hearing him gasp i know i am making an impact , feeling his balls , they are rock hard, so i know he is nearly cumming ,his vein on his cock standing rigid , going as fast as i can up and down and sucking i hear him moan with pleasure.

Coming off him , i smile , and i stand up again , kissing him again , and I just say giggling ,

"Lucian , are you happy darling , and can I have my job back please " , as I turn my back to him and bend over.

 

[Arkontheroof]

"Lucian , are you happy darling? And can I have my job back please?" She turns around and bends over, and I watch the water run over her bum, pouring down her thighs and over the opening pussy that she pushes out towards me.

"You can have anything you want." I move my hips behind hers and press the tip of my cock against her outer lips, moving softly in until the head nestles in her warm, wet hole. I hold her hips, not letting my cock slide in any further, stopping her as she tries to push back onto me. I know I'm going to cum, too soon, if I take her now, and I want her to be satisfied.

I pull out and she whimpers softly as I drop to one knee, my tongue straining to lick her clit from behind. She wimpers again as I start to tease her, and then press my tongue harder against her. I want to lick her til she's close and then plunge into her, but she leans further down and strokes my cock. I'd rather cum in her than on her hand.

I pull away and stand up letting my cock catch, horozontal, under her trimmed mound. I slide back, slowly, until the tip of my cock pushes up into her slit. I pause for a second. "Is this what you really want?" I know her whimper is a 'yes'.

I push slowly forward, my full engorged length siding into her hot, wet pussy, her soft flesh closing round me. The pleasure is so strong it nearly hurts. I move right in, until I'm burried to the hilt, and then I start to pull back, sliding all the way out. I use my hand to guide myself back in, and do the same thing. And again. And again. On the fourth entry I pause just before I withdraw, the tip of my shaft held in her lips, and then drive forward again, faster. Then I start to thrust rhythmically, steadily into her willing pussy, watching the water run off her back and bum.

I want to do this for hours, but she feels too good and I'm too turned on. With a series of faster final thrusts my cum explodes inside her, flooding her slit, a series of jets that rocks my whole body.

I pull out, panting, grinning, but aware that I only lasted a few minutes and she hasn't cum.

We step out of the shower, and I perch her on the edge of the basin, raising one knee. I kiss her firmly, slowly, and move my fingers down to her pussy, sliding in, massaging the flesh around her swolen clit, still kissing her.

 

[sarahuk4]

He fucks me in the shower , so hard , and he cums just as hard , but then he realises I havent orgasmed so he takes me to the side basin where he perches me on the edge , raising one knee. he kisses me firmly, slowly, and moves his fingers down to my pussy, sliding in, massaging the flesh around my swolen clit, still kissing me , then with a huge push , I cum in his mouth and the feelings take over my body , racking through me as I cum time after time.

Looking at him , I smile , and pushing his head from his forehead I kiss him , and taking his hand , lead him back into the shower and I wash him all over , all over his chest , down his tummy , over his cock , not touching him , and down his legs then getting him to turn aroudn all over his back then taking down the spray , washing the soap from him.

Taking the soap now , I lather it up and start to wash myself infront of him , over my breasts , over my erect nipples , down over my tummy and over my pussy , the water running over my hairs down over my legs , and then taking the spray I wash myself off .

Taking his hand , I lead him out of the shower and back to the bedroom ...