At the appointed hour that morning he made for the closed door, knocked and smiled to see that it pushed open a fraction as the catch gave.
"Greetings," he said quietly and bowed before looking each way down the corridor, and sliding into her room, pushing the door gently closed, with a discrete click. "I am here for that breakfast you promised me."
"Hola hombre," she responded calmly, as she sat on her bed, closing her kimono and watching him peer at her quizzically through the half-opened door.
"Como esta?" He continued playing her game, watching her face break into a big smile.
"Bastante buen, y tu?"
"Guh...it's been a while since I had my Spanish..."
"You give up too easily, sir," she grinned.
"It's never too early to accept your hospitality pet, but I'm not awake enough to hunt in the closet for my Spanish dictionary."
"Do not fear -- I have a closet that you may never come out of, Sir."
"I haven't even gone in!"
"Are you afraid of the beasties?" She smiled, got up off the bed where she had been sitting, slid across the room and held the door open as if ushering him in. "Would you like to admire the view from the window of my boudoir? Shall we breakfast together?"
"What are we having?"
"I have muesli to spare or there is french toast?"
"Is the toast truly imported from France?" He teased.
"Of course. It was in fact lightly manufactured by the most skilled artisans on the left bank, in between radical posturings at the cafe terminus. Then it was gently packaged and delicately transported to the finest table in all of this wonderous city, where it will have to be ravenously devoured with the utmost precision by the most gorgeous male in the whole world."
"Is that me?"
"It could be - unless you have muesli?"
"Are you trying to force my hand?"
"Would I do that?"
"I believe you might attempt that, but i will allow you your endeavours since I do rather like the view from your window," he smiled indulgently, pressing the door closed, and tugging her across the room by her wrist. He pulled her to a seat by the window and sat down, drawing her up onto his lap, where she perched happily enough. "Tell me, pet, have you enjoyed the weekend?"
"So far yes...but I will have to leave you to your breakfast alone if you do not serve yourself soon."
"Why do you need to go?"
"I have to earn my keep. Sunday afternoons means flowers for the masses."
"Perhaps I will take a stroll into town and purchase masses of flowers from you."
"My employer will be eternally grateful for my fulsome smiles as the cash till rings up."
"That makes two of us."
"Very convivial for us"
"Did you know - you are the only guy on this corridor?"
"I believe you told me you manipulated that when the landlord made the lettings. The fact you did that does make me feel special."
"Actually, there's another guy now -- he arrived late last night," she smirked and then sighed naughtily. "And he was lovely."
"Ah, ok...but it is still an elite class."
"I made sure my friend put four pretty girls in the rooms between you and him."
"That is a good ratio."
"I thought you'd enjoy them."
"Who wouldn't?"
"A closet-obsessed gay man?"
"Like I said, I'll stay out of the closet."
"You can be as gay as you wish without your closet, sir. It may well be that the ladies in question were fag hags."
"Uh huh," he laughed. "I wish you would stop impugning my masculinity, pet."
"I find gay men interesting and less aggravating than "heteros" as a rule."
"Most women do."
"You are an expert on most women's opinions?"
"I've had many women tell me the same thing."
"You've had many women...period," she smiled affectionately
"True," he grinned.
"You, sir, are a shameless hussy!"
"Bah...you know that you like me that way."
"I like you self-confident, which seems to be your way, but not arrogant."
"Arrogance is a disguise put up by the insecure."
"You have a secure room?"
"I could arrange for one."
"To lock your closet in?"
"You seem to be focused on the closet this morning," he smirked
"It's my theme of the day."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Like all things - it will pass."
"I know what you mean."
"So, tell me sir, what does the day hold for you besides the reinforcement of meanings and knowledge, along with the purchase of flowers and the securing of wayward furniture?
"I may catch a movie and take the dog out for a walk on the way to your remarkable stall."
"You could take the dog to a movie and kill two birds with a single stone?"
"I really don't think they'd let him in."
"That's very discriminatory. I'm quite shocked."
"Well I suppose having four legs leads to that kind of thing."
"I can empathise with that, being familiar with leads and posing on all fours."
"Oh yes," he smiled broadly and nuzzled her thick brown hair. "And I enjoy a woman on all fours immensely."
"Your carnal appetites are undiminished by all your conquests over the years then, not to mention half a corridor of beauties to seduce since you moved in?"
"Of course not," he grinned.
"Some might be sated."
"Too bad for them"
"You are verging on arrogance, sir," she admonished him.
He shrugged.
"I was only offering feedback - no criticism implied."
"I understand."
"I can see," she began to recite, reaching out to clutch the arm of the chair and closing her eyes to aid her memory, "the flattened straw...where we dreamed...and made love safe...from the distant porch light...while the stars became...our blanket and sweat...dampened the earth...and fingers clawed...trying to hold on...to tomorrow's...inevitable...goodbye."
"That is lovely...you are quite the poet."
"Not mine -- I just stumbled on it in that bookcase over there and thought you'd enjoy the thought to rouse you from your lethargy."
"I certainly appreciate the help."
"Do you need further guidance or are you content to sit back?"
"Hmmm...what do you mean by guidance?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
"I didn't have eyebrows in mind."
He sat back and rested his hands on her hips, pushing her kimono up so it bunched around her upper thighs and pulled her back with him. She didn't resist when, moments later, he found her lips with his own.
"You are a good kisser, sir."
"You are a good kisserette, madam."
"There is a sweetness found only in the soft skin where your lips brushed."
"I'd brush your lips forever," he murmured and silenced her with a tongue that slid in, slid out and then caressed her lower lip. He pushed his legs up so that her body slid down towards his, leaving his robe pressing into her frame, their warmth mingling.
"You robe is not concealing your shame, sir."
"Nor would I want it to," he grinned, pressing his lips back to hers firmly, hands moving to her lower back. He caressed it and pushed her thighs apart with his.
"You are becoming quite intimate."
"Is that a problem?
"Your morning glory is our never ending story."
He said nothing, but the smile did not leave his lips.
"And the intractable eye awaits a nest as a passing pet sits on the proud erection?"
"You are so practiced at reading my mind," he sat back and watched her spread herself on him, pushing his robe and her kimono open to let his sex flick against hers.
"I mind your reed too -- and....mmm...yes...it is satisfyingly filling."
"Always...with the...sharp wit," he chuckled as he pressed into her and began to move rhythmically within her. "That's why...I like you...so much."
"Always...with the hard...cock, sir," she breathed back at him, finding his pace to her liking. "Is that why...I like you...so much?"
"You are such...a tease, pet."
"Love is...sweetened by...laughter."
"Indeed...it is," he said, offering up another kiss and clamping her hips possessively with his large hands.
"A kiss is ...but a kiss ...but it is .... I am told ...better than the...flick of a wrist."
"I'd have...to agree...though it depends...what the wrist...is doing though."
"Are you qualifying...my anti...masturbatory...tract?"
"No...I...am...fucking...you."
"Good boy!"
"I am...aren't I?"
"And, so...deliciously...audacious...of you"
"Isn't that what...you like... about me?"
"What are...my likes...to the...likes of you?"
"Oh, they mean...quite a bit...since I have...a high opinion ...of you."
"Only...because you...like it ...when I'm perched ...on your prick ...looking down ...at you ... lovingly."
"Do you ...think ...that's ...the ...only ...reason ...I ...like ...you?"
"No - I think ...that I like ...to provoke ...your indignation."
"I think ...so too."
"So you can...pump me full...of hot air," she smiled and simulated the action.
