On the way out to the car there was something different about Josie, as though the shackles had been lifted once and for all. She held her hand over Marc's crotch all the way down the street, like she was marching him along by his arm. The road was quiet and the light around them beginning to fade, but they were still clearly visible, and he took a deep breath as he glanced down at the sidewalk, up into the cool blue sky, anywhere but right around him. Was that a laugh he could hear across the street?
"It's just a useful six inches, Marc," Josie murmured. "Nothing to be embarrassed about." As she spoke his cock lunged outwards into her fist, and she gave it a comforting little rub in response. Marc took a deep breath, walking with the steady gait of someone trying to pretend that all was normal.
"Seven," he suddenly piped up out of nowhere. Josie swivelled slowly to look at him, staring at him with frosty eyes. "Well, on a good night."
"And tonight's a good night, is it?" He nodded mutely as her thumb circled the head of his penis. "Yeah, it feels like it. I think you're gonna be a grower." She turned and lead him the rest of the way to the car, walking half a step ahead of him so he was almost being dragged along by his dick. He breathed a sigh of relief as they got in. When they had both buckled up, Josie gave him a final reassuring pat on the crotch before they moved off.
They were both silent on the way back, trying to keep a lid on their excitement and their nerves. Josie focused on the road ahead, her gaze level but her hips shifting in her seat. Once they had pulled into Marc's driveway, she nodded towards the front door and he got out instantly, reaching for his keys. As he walked up to the door and unlocked it he could hear her approaching behind him, her heels clicking on the path. The door swung open and Marc looked down his hallway, as he had done thousands of times before; a familiar view of a comfortable, safe Friday night, the kind he had gotten used to. Then he felt Josie's arms grab his waist and propel him forwards into the hall, and adrenaline suddenly surged through his body.
She took him by the lapels and swung him round, pushing him against the wall. Her hands combed through his tousled hair as she kissed him hard, the heat and scent of her body washing over him. He was almost frozen to the spot in excitement, his hands wavering uncertainly over her hips. Soon she had his jacket on the floor and one hand inside his shirt, placed directly over his pounding heart. She let it rest there for a minute as she made love to him, soothing it back to normal. She felt his heart rate gradually slow and stroked his chest tenderly. "There you are," she murmured, looking deep into his eyes. "Does that feel better now?"
Marc nodded, and she smiled, giving him an encouraging pat on the chin. "Come on then." She took him by the wrist and led him confidently down the hall, like this was her house, not his. She entered the same living room where she had lain in her own sweat and watched him masturbate for her, not so long ago. Already he felt as exposed and vulnerable as he had on that sticky afternoon.
Josie stepped into the middle of the room and turned to face him, her dress draped seductively round her figure in the half-darkness. "Now Marc," she ordered calmly, "bring me everything you're going to need to please me tonight. Everything you don't need can stay right out there in the hall with the rest of the luggage, 'cos that's all it is. It's just stuff weighing you down."
Marc was glad he was sufficiently attuned to Josie's dirty mind by now that he didn't need to ask what she meant. He quickly bent down and slipped off his shoes and socks, putting them neatly beside him. Soon his shirt, pants and underwear followed, all under her watchful eye. He placed his clothes next to his shoes on the threshold of the door, but she tutted her disapproval. "I said out in the hall, Marc. All I need in here is your flesh."
Marc hurriedly moved his clothing out into the hallway, realising as he did so that the front door was still wide open. He gestured down the hall. "Um, the door..."
"Well it's your house, isn't it?" she reminded him, her arms folded impatiently. His heart pounding full tilt once again, he crept down to the door. The heat had faded away as the sun set, and the sudden draught of cold air did not help his current state much. His eyes scanned the street outside for a fraction of second before he shut the door, wondering if he had just made himself notorious in this neighbourhood.
Returning to the living room, he had barely made it inside before Josie suddenly loomed out of the darkness, grabbing him and pushing him to the floor. His stomach lurched as he was forced first to his knees, then down on his back. She took him by his wrists and pulled them back behind his head, exposing him to her completely, and before he could utter a word she was lying flat out on top of him. Her full weight pressed uncomfortably down on his body, smothering him from head to toe.
"Now I'm going to be asking a lot of you tonight, Marc," she whispered, her mascara-clad face inches from his. "Your mouth, your cock, and above all your mind. I know you're strong enough to handle anything I can throw at you; and when it comes to pleasing his partner, a man should be held to high standards, don't you agree?" Her brown eyes gazed deep into his, shining clearly through the make-up. Marc nodded silently, his naked body twitching and trembling. His cock rose inexorably into the fabric of her dress; she pushed her knee out through the slit and gave it a firm nudge to underline her point.
"I'm glad we understand each other. Now up you come." She gave him a brief, tender kiss and then got to her feet, helping him up by his arms. Her mouth widened into a smile as she surveyed his naked body. "Go and fetch your belt." Marc got up and shuffled out of the room, retrieving the belt from his pants. He could hear Josie moving something behind him; and when he came back in, the bare wooden chair that he had stuffed in a corner and forgotten about was standing right in the centre of the room, waiting for him.
Marc placed the belt in Josie's outstretched hand and she studied it for a while, stroking the leather strap against her palm. "You know, some women," she observed, catching his wary expression, "...some women might use this on you very differently to the way I'm going to use it. But I know what kind of pain it is that really gets you off. Sit down."
