Was It was a test? It had to be a test. Why else would he leave me here, spreadeagled and naked on the cold tiled floor? He wanted to see if I would do as I was told. My head was spinning with emotions but the rest of my body knew exactly what it thought of the situation. I was incredibly aroused. Slipping my fingers between my legs, they came up soaking wet. This only added to my confusion. Why was I so aroused? Was it the memory of the incredible orgasm Renaud had given me with his fingers and tongue? Or something deeper, more animalistic, a base emotion in me that had been present but hidden for so very long?
My immediate problem were the cold tiles of the floor. Where my body touched them was starting to be painful so I moved. But I never strayed far from the spot He had placed me in.
My senses were so alive in my yearning ...I heard the key in the lock, he was back! I quickly resumed the position just seconds before he entered the room. He seemed like he was in a hurry, late for some unknown appointment, preoccupied. But when he saw me there, still naked on the floor, His floor, His handsome rugged face shone, it was lit up with something I could not quite fathom. Pride? Joy? Maybe even pleasure?
He told me simply to rise, get dressed and go home, that He would see me later.
As I walked home the smile on my face proclaimed my jubilance to the world. I had pride in my heart, I had a lover in Renaud, who cared for my pleasure. Who made me cum like no-one else ever had. I felt I was victorious. I had won over a powerful man by giving him my body.
When I got back to our little shared room, Panek, my boyfriend, pestered me with what now seemed to be trivial questions. Where had I been, where was his t-shirt, why didn't we have any milk? In truth I couldn't care, these questions simply washed over me and I didn't want anything to intrude on my happiness.
I started to undress to take a nap - I didn't shower because I wanted to keep Renaud's presence around me, his smell and the memory of his touch. But the sight of my naked body stilled Panek's questions and filled his head with different ideas. He came up behind me as I stood next to the bed and pushed me forward, trying to get me onto the bed so he could fuck me. I resisted, but it only meant I was bent forward, my hands on the bed. Inside my head, I was screaming "NO" but something inside me wanted to be filled. Maybe, it was the memory of the orgasm I had already had that afternoon, or, maybe I was just too tired to say no, but I let him take me and he did.
I moved my legs apart so he could enter me from behind; as it always did, his big cock stretched me open and he started to fuck me, slowly at first then faster, always varying the speed as was his usual method of thinking he was pleasing me but as usual, he failed. Knowing that he could keep this pounding up for some time, I resigned myself to yet another disappointing fuck session. But deep in my mind, the movement stirred me to remember what Renaud had done to me only a few short hours ago. I reached between my legs and started to play with my clitoris. This had the desired effect and very soon I lost awareness of my actual surroundings, losing myself in the memories of Renaud. I came very hard and fell forward onto the bed in a haze.
When I came to, I could hear Panek in the shower, getting ready for work but I didn't move, content to lie there, my mind with Renaud and my pussy full of someone else's cum. Thoughts ran around in my head about what had occurred in the bar with Renaud. What did it all mean? Did he still want me? Why did he leave me on the floor for so long (even though it was only about 30 minutes, it seemed a lifetime)? Did I pass whatever test it must have been?
