In Chapter 2 the slow, romantic, entaglement develops as the dominant Kerri makes David an offer.
Note 1. I originally wrote this one in 1999. I have re-edited it and changed a few details but essentially it is the same story. I wrote it as I could not find anything like it back then. I have not updated it to the present, it was and still is a 1990s story.
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I awoke late, the alarm on my radio failing to go off. I must have flicked it off as I messed around with the radio in the night. It was another freezing morning and I was already running thirty minutes late. I moved to get out of bed and I remembered masturbating as the duvet was stuck to my abdomen. I jumped up and raced into the bathroom for a shower. Twelve minutes later I rushed out the front door, no breakfast and no sandwiches made. The car started first time, I cleared the ice and then joined the now horrendous rush hour traffic.
Late again I pulled into the car park to find all the spaces at my end of the building full again. Spotting Kerri's car I drove over and parked in the same spot. I wondered how Kerri would have got to work and what she would do with her car? After arriving at my desk and starting my computer, I opened my e-mail and there in my in-box was an e-mail from Kerri. Quickly I opened it up and read her message.
'Hello David,
Many thanks for your act of kindness when you gave me a lift home last night. I also enjoyed your company and I hope we can maybe meet up again but under less inconvenient circumstances. I do hope you were not late for your squash match.
Kerri'
I quickly composed a reply.
'Hello Kerri,
It was a real pleasure to be of assistance to you last night and I only wish that I did not have to rush off to play squash as I was also enjoying your splendid company. I would love to meet up again and have a drink and a talk with such a charming and interesting lady as yourself. If you need another lift home tonight then please do not hesitate to ask me.
David'
After I sent the e-mail I thought about my masturbating in the middle of the night. Kerri had turned me on. That was quite shocking to me, of all the women that I could have thought of, it was Kerri's image I had conjured up and manipulated in my mind and had made me orgasm quite delightfully. I felt a slight guilt but I did not know what for. I wondered about the powerful feeling I had felt well through me as I had imagined myself kneeling naked at her feet, just as the dog did, with her soft stroking hand, as I stroked myself to orgasm. I wiped the thoughts from my head and started to pick up my work from where I left off last night.
Just after lunch Kerri called me on the phone.
"Hello David, it's Kerri. The garage just called, they have towed it back to the garage and have said that they will have the car ready by tomorrow so I am a bit inconvenienced for getting home tonight. Would you mind taking me home again?"
I eagerly replied, "Yes, it is not a problem at all."
"That's wonderful, David.I will be in the same spot as last night, at six sharp."
"Yes, I will be there."
Kerri replied, "I know you will, see you then," and put the phone down.
For the rest of the day, I was avidly clock watching. The small hand slowly worked its way around until it was time to go. I got to my car just before six and was sat warming it up when Kerri opened the door and got in. Forty minutes later I was again sat in her lounge drinking tea and this time eating a piece of spicy ginger cake.
This evening, Kerri had changed into a pair of black jodhpurs and a deep red jumper. She also sat in the chair next to me, which made things seem a little bit more intimate. We talked about work, and the people who worked there, swapping little pieces of gossip and the latest rumours that we had heard. About an hour later I needed to use the bathroom and asked where it was, Kerri quickly jumped up and showed me the stairs and pointed to the first door at the top of the stairs.
As I came out of the small toilet and descending the staircase, I noticed a stunning picture that was hanging over the stairwell. It was an incredibly striking women, dressed all in black with a dark fur draped over her outstretched arm and it then continued around her back. In her outstretched hand she had a taught, thick dog chain that went to a big collar on the neck of a black greyhound dog. This image stood out on a white background with nothing else in the picture. I stood stock-still and lingered over such a startling composition. The woman wore a fancy head garment, with a kind of plumage billowing out of the top. She was very thin and the dress was drawn very tight and I noticed an outline drawn that indicated the top of the legs, through the dress.
Kerri's voice snapped me from the picture. "Ah, do you like her?"