"Sarah?" shouted the voice, "Sarah, you in there?"
It was Bruce!
She ran to the door to see his smiling face pressed against the glass. She opened the door and saw that he had unbuttoned the jacket to show his broad torso covered in a blue denim shirt and the crash helmet and both panniers by his feet.
"Was it ever hard to find you!" he laughed.
"You scared the life out if me!" she chided him, her heart still pounding "You never told me you had a bike! I thought you were my stalker dressed up like that!"
"I did try to ring," he said, "but it seems you don't have your phone with you." He nodded towards the car but did have the good sense to look suitably chastened and she pulled him in to the hall and hugged him.
"Oh I'm so pleased it's you," she beamed like a happy child, "but you weren't due until tomorrow?"
"Cathy decided that she didn't want a weekend in the country so she's staying with my parents."
"She's OK with me... Isn't she?" Sarah said,
"Oh yes most definitely, but my little girl knows exactly which side her bread's buttered and if she stays with Nanny and Gramps, she can stay up late, watch what she likes on TV, eat all the sweets she wants and still get pocket money, Soooooo..." he smiled, "you just got me!
Plus it meant I could leave the car and dig the ol' bike out of their garage. Been months since I ridden this little beauty," he looked proudly over his shoulder at the huge BMW motorcycle, its engine almost the same size as the one in her car.
"And I'm very pleased too!" she beamed again, "Come on up and you can unpack." He lifted the cases in the house and shut the door behind him.
As he unzipped the last of his motorcycle jacket, she jogged upstairs still conscious of the towel that barely covered her modesty.
She pulled it up slightly and tucked it tighter as Bruce came into the room with his bag.
"Freshly made bed and you in just a towel look," he laughed, "You've even made the tea," he sidled up to her with a huge grin looking at the extra cup by the Teasmaid, "Go on - you were expecting me weren't you,"
For an answer, she reached her arms up around his neck and kissed him passionately.
She felt him tug lightly at the back of the towel, and it unravelled slowly, the cold of the leather making her start slightly as it touched on her bare midriff.
"You're trousers are cold," she said when they broke for air.
"Soon sort that out," he sat heavily on the bed and undid the myriad if zips and buckles holding the boots and trouser in place. He stripped from the rest of his clothes and fell back on the bed. He held out his hands for her to come to him and she did so, taking the opportunity to rub her naked body fully along the length of his, enjoying the tautness of his muscles and the rough texture of his body hair against her soft breasts, tummy and thighs.
Finally she was face to face with him, "Hello," she whispered.
"Hello," he whispered back and soon they were locked together in a passion born of almost a week's celibacy.
While she would ordinarily have said that it would have been a pretty tough call to improve on their lovemaking of that first Monday but that night he turned it on! During their first lovemaking session she had been allowed to make all the moves, but on that night he was most definitely in charge. She tried to push him around a little bit but still found herself following his lead; by the time she finally fell into an exhausted slumber she had counted at least four separate orgasms, two of which were multiple. Shit but he was a fantastic lover.
After she had stripped him, he had flipped her over and slid down over her and became the third person to give her oral sex.
Fuck, he did do just that - she tried to push him away at the end of her second come but he would have none of it, clamping her thighs in place with his long strong arms as he feasted on her. While she had heard about her G-spot and A-zone and was pretty sure she knew where they were, Bruce found them. Fuck but he found them.
They tried a whole mess of positions finishing with her face down in her pillows and blushing for the hundredth time during that long night of perfect sex as his long penis pushed into her from behind and against the portion of rough skin inside her that he'd already stimulated the hell out of.
She came round slowly hearing someone downstairs thinking it to be Bruce going off the run he'd spoken of the night before. She hoped that he'd hurry back, she just couldn't get enough of that man and her libido knew it. She dozed thinking about leaping on him when he got back no matter how hot, sweaty and tired he might be.
The curtains snapped open, and the Crockery rattled as a tray was placed on Sarah's Bedside table, she rolled over ready to fling the duvet to one side.
"Morning sleepy!" a well recognised female voice burst out, and Sarah forced her eyes to focus on her older sister Caroline!
"Caz," she sat up pulling the bedcovers up over her nakedness, "I didn't realise you were..."
"No neither did I," said her sister. "It was a tough week, and Dave has gone to The Millennium Stadium with his mates to see some Rugby competition, so I finished off some marking I had to do last night, and left at six this morning." Caroline sat on the bed taking in the room, "just wanted some fresh air and greenery; Oh and it's my oil bill too, did you really have to turn the heating on, it is June."
Sarah tried to figure what her sister was on about, the rumble of the combination boiler answered the question. She looked across the room to the ottoman and her usual nightdress still folded where she had left it the evening before, the second pillow showing signs of use, a large pile of clothes in a heap; Caroline's eyes seemed to follow hers. Thank God she'd opened the windows or the smell would have given the...
"So you finally learned to ride a motorbike I see, you must have more money than..." Caroline's voice trailed off as the bedroom door opened and a steaming, glistening wet, millionaire, heartthrob movie star walked in fresh from his post-run shower, a towel wrapped discretely around his waist, and his wonderfully tanned musculature picked out by the early sun's rays while silvered drops of water trickled through the dark hair on his perfect pectorals.
"Hi," he said, rubbing at his dark wet hair with a second towel, not even slightly phased.
Caroline's mouth hung open. She knew this semi-naked man, very well it seemed and here he was in her sister's bedroom...
The room was very quiet...
"Caz, this is Bruce Young, Bruce this is my sister Caroline," Caroline still sat, her mouth open, "Close your mouth Sis, there's a train coming."
Caroline snapped into consciousness and seemed at once to take in the situation, Sarah without a nightdress, the bed that two had slept in, the naked... superstar?
Bruce changed hands with the towel he was drying his hair with and leaned forward extending his hand. Caroline started out of her trance and took his hand.
"Look, I err..." she stammered, and turned to Sarah then to Bruce, "Sorry Darling I didn't know... I'll... err... go home and come down next weekend."
"No don't be silly, it took you two hours to get here!" Sarah said sitting up slightly, "It's as much your house as mine, you won't know we're here. Bruce?"
"Not at all, after all I'm the guest," he smiled reassuringly at his audience, "Tell you what, seeing as I'm the interloper here how about I get breakfast?" he walked to where his case was and picked it up before exiting. Caroline stared after him open mouthed still, going so far as to stare at his bottom. Sarah spotted her admiring glances.
"Oi!" she giggled, bashing her sister playfully, "Take your dirty eyes off, he's mine for the weekend!"
Caroline put her hand over her mouth and gasped, "Where did you find HIM?" she shrieked in an almost hysterical whisper.
They both giggled with the shared excitement of it all.
Sarah sipped from her cup and explained how Bruce had come to be doing Community Service at her school, and Caroline complained that he had probably smashed up hotel rooms close to the school she taught at, and that it wasn't fair.
