Part 12.
Paul.
I awoke with a hard on and turned over onto my side to face Jenny. The tip of my prick touched the crack of her ass and I pushed gently between her cheeks. She gave a moan, clenched her cheeks and pulled away.
I opened my eyes.
This wasn't Jenny.
It was a few seconds before remembrance returned.
Louise. She was still asleep. I turned over onto my back and tried to piece together the events of the previous night.
Dinner, dancing, licking her fanny. That much was clear. Then we had gone to bed.
I could remember her helping me undress and our standing naked by the side of the bed kissing. Then she had to go somewhere and I had climbed into it.
Then what had happened?
Nothing. My mind was a blank.
Louise moved on the bed, turning to face me. Her eyes were open.
"Hello." I said.
"Hello." She replied.
I couldn't tell much in her tone. Was she angry? Should I fuck her? My prick was still hard.
"I think I must have fallen asleep." I confessed.
"Yes, you did."
"I'm sorry."
"It's ok." She moved closer on the bed, her hand moving beneath the covers to land on my balls. "I'll forgive you. This time."
That felt nice. Her fingers massaging my balls. Then they moved, picking up my prick and stroking its length. I lifted the bed covers and we both looked down watching as the head of my prick appeared and disappeared from view. I also looked at her fanny. Blond hairs. Not too bushy. I moved my hand down to it and squeezed it. It felt springy.
Her face was moving towards mine so I turned my head and kissed her.
I could feel her clit. She lifted her top leg. That was better. I rubbed it. She gasped. I released the bed covers and felt for her breasts. Her nipples were hard. I had to have her. I turned onto my side and moved towards her looking into her eyes. They told me what I wanted to know as much as her turning onto her back and opening her legs. I moved above her. The tip of my prick against her slit. I pushed. Then again. I could feel her opening.
The phone on the bedside table started to ring.
She moved beneath me. I tried to push my prick inside her. It missed.
"Wait a minute." She said. "I'm expecting my editor to ring me. What time is it?"
I looked at my wristwatch.
"Eight-thirty." I told her.
I pushed again with my prick. She was opening. I could feel it.
"Wait." She hissed, half-turning away from beneath me and picking up the phone.
"Hello." She said into the mouthpiece.
Her other hand she was sliding down between us. Was she going to help me in? Not judging by the way she pushed my prick away and clamped her hand tight over her hole.
There was a man's voice at the other end of the line.
My prick was going down. She was trying to say something but the man at the other end wouldn't let her get a word in. I moved onto my side of the bed and played with her breasts while she talked. Her nipples were still hard.
"Daddy don't."
It was Harve was it?
I moved my hand down onto her stomach. Then further down. I slid my hand beneath hers and felt for her clit. I could almost feel it throb.
"Oh." She groaned, whether because of something that was being said or the movement of my finger I wasn't sure.
I rubbed harder.
She lifted her hips from the bed.
"I must." She gasped into the phone. "Please don't."
Her fingers closed about my hand. I kept moving. She was gasping. Moaning. The phone had fallen from her grasp. Suddenly her entire body tensed and her thighs closed tight.
I pulled my hand away from beneath hers and stroked my prick to restore it to full hardness. I moved, preparing to get on top of her again.
"No." She almost screamed, pulling away and falling from the bed. "We can't. You can't. You have to go."
I knelt on the bed, my prick standing up hard. She was looking at it.
"My father's on his way. He'll be here in five minutes. You have to go. I must get dressed. I'm sorry, Paul."
"Where are my clothes?" I asked, standing on the floor. Her eyes hadn't left my prick. I smiled at her and helped her to stand feeling her breasts.
"He mustn't find you here." She warned, licking her lips.
"Ok." I said, reaching for where my clothes lay on the back of a chair. "I'll go."
I dressed as quickly as I could whilst watching Louise do the same. Bra, panties, slip and dress. I carried my bow tie and cummerbund with me to the door. She was running a brush through her hair.
"If I don't see you before I'll see you at the airport." I said hurrying to the front door of the apartment.
It wasn't my most gallant goodbye. I wasn't even sure I would see her again if her father had anything to do with it.
I closed the door to the apartment behind me and walked to stand in front of the lift. I didn't have to press for it; it was already on its way.
Realisation suddenly hit me as the lift stopped. Harve. I ran to the stairs at the end of the corridor as the lift doors opened. The doors to the stairs closed behind me and I leaned with my back against the wall my heart thumping. Had he seen me? What would I do if he had and he told Martha? Then she told Carole and she told Jenny. Would it matter? Harve would probably kill me if he thought I had been fucking his daughter.
I hurried down the stairs. Should I take the lift? What if it hadn't been Harve? What if he was waiting downstairs for the lift to come back down?
I continued down the stairs.
I hadn't paid much attention to how many floors there were in the building the night before. I knew exactly how many there were by the time I reached the ground floor.
I pushed open the doors and peered out. There was a doorman/receptionist behind a counter. I would have to brazen it out and walk past him.
I took a deep breath and stepped out into the corridor.
He looked up at me.
"I was staying the night with a friend. After a late party." I blurted out an explanation even though it hadn't been asked for.
"Can I get you a cab?" He asked.
"Please."
He led the way to the door and hailed a cab. I took two one-dollar bills from my wallet and offered it to him. A good tip is important to buy silence.