Chapter 15
January as always, was busy, very busy. Hours were long and everyone was worked hard. There was little time for entertainment, though they managed to get to the Plough on Wednesday nights which was a necessary relief of tension.
Aidan heard nothing from Julie, though he was so busy he hardly thought about her at all. While the rest of the staff had Saturdays and Sundays off, Vicky and Aidan worked all day Saturdays. On Sundays he slept and relaxed, perhaps going for a walk, since he got precious little exercise being at the office till all hours, though he had begun walking to and from work.
On the third Saturday of the month, Aidan was returning home alone, Vicky having gone home to Brendan. It was ten o'clock at night. His phone rang. It was Kathy.
"Aidan," she launched in, "you are looking really tired. Would you like me to come over? A little Tender Loving Care?"
Aidan was about to refuse, but then felt the need of company.
"Thanks, Kathy, I'd like that."
"Where are you?"
"On my way home."
"Have you eaten?"
"No."
"I'll get something on my way, see you there," she said by way of signing off.
After some inconsequential chat over the Chinese meal Kathy had brought, he came to attention as she casually asked, "Did you ever hear anything from Samantha?"
"No." he answered abruptly, surprised at its suddenness and wondering whence the question had come.
"Oh, I only asked 'cos Vicky said something yesterday. She asked me if I knew whether you had written to her."
The statement was obviously posed as a question inviting some sort of an answer.
"Yes, I wrote an email to her."
"No reply?"
"No."
Aidan forbore to tell her that he told Sam never to bother him again, and that thankfully she had honoured his request. The subject dropped, though he could see she was itching to ask more.
They shared the rest of a bottle of Shiraz and then repaired to bed.
He marvelled at how unselfconscious was the way she shed her clothing. While he was in his business suit, she was in a sweater and sprayed-on jeans. She lifted the sweater and it disappeared; she slipped down the jeans as if her legs were greased, and kicked them away.
At this point it was as if she remembered she was not alone, and it was clear to Aidan that she had selected her underwear for his benefit. So she stopped and faced him, one leg slightly bent and in front of the other in a classic model's pose, pirouetted to show her back view and that elegant rounded behind, before completing the turn. It was a coffee coloured bra and thong set, quite opaque but in silky fabric which outlined her charms perfectly as if she were naked.
The turn completed, the flimsy garments disappeared and she scrambled into bed, showing him her perfect bottom. She lay grinning at him, knowing the effect she had had.
He shed his clothing and climbed in after her, grabbing her slim waist and lifting her over him, so she was lying body to body on top of him. He inhaled her perfume as her breasts prickled his chest and his cock pressed to her mound. Her legs fell to either side of his and she wriggled against his erection, giggling as if to herself.
She lifted her shoulders off him and her face was immediately filled with compassion.
"You are exhausted, aren't you?" she said; it was not really a question. "You want to just go to sleep?"
"Kathy," he reproved her, "I think you can feel some interest down there; feel free to do all the work."
He grinned at her, and she gave a heedless laugh as she swooped on him and kissed him soundly, before angling her bottom expertly and sliding his erect cock into her sheath. There had been no foreplay but she was well lubricated and her direct approach to their coupling excited them both.
She rode him fast and hard, brushing her breasts against his chest again and again, rubbing her button against his rod, pushing the latter downwards which meant that she came well before he did, but instead of rolling off him and giving him the superior position, continued to ride him at a better angle until he too erupted into her.
She lay on him and kissed him at some length, then slipped off to one side and with a 'Good Night lover' immediately fell asleep. He marvelled briefly at her ability to zonk out, before he too was lost to the world.
He was not woken in his empty bed by the early morning sun, because it was yet another grey day with lowering clouds that seemed to hold the possibility of snow. In fact the lack of sunshine had allowed him to sleep in until well after eleven.
After his urgent visit to the bathroom to relieve his aching bladder, his visitor was sitting up naked in bed when he returned. She was balancing a tray of coffee and pastries on her lap and displaying a pert pair of breasts and a wide loving smile.
Breakfast completed, they settled to some prolonged love-making, before dressing hurriedly and trotting to a local restaurant for a relaxed and extended lunch, After which Kathy went off home to her flat. In spite of the demanding visit by his eager partner, and perhaps because of it, he felt relaxed and renewed.
Another hectic week ahead. He consoled himself with the thought of the profits they were making.
The next weekend, he broached a topic that had been worrying him.
"Kathy, shouldn't you be looking for someone nearer your age? You're wasting your time with me, delightful as having you here is. I just think you're missing out."
They were lying in bed; Aidan had come home early in response to Kathy's invitation of herself that Saturday evening to his flat for a second weekend. They were indolently tracing fingers over each other in the wake of some fairly strenuous bouncing round the bed.
A pause, but neither felt ill at ease, there was no hurry; they were sated and exhausted.
"Aidan, shouldn't
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