I took the call on my mobile a week or so later. It was a Margaret calling from Jane Clement's office. I hadn't heard anything from Jane since she had left my bedroom in Spain in the early hours. We had had, what for me was, quite extreme sex for several hours and this call intrigued me.
"Jane would like you to have dinner with her at her home tomorrow night at eight," she said adding. "She'll send a car to pick you up from wherever you would like to be collected. OK?"
"Er no, actually," I stammered "It isn't."
"And why is that?" The plummy voiced Margaret asked.
My immediate reaction was to tell her to fuck off and mind her own business, but the fact that Jane wanted to see me again, both flattered and excited me.
"I'll make my own way there," I told her feeling worried that my neighbours might see me being collected and that might get back to my husband, Richard.
"Oh good, for I thought you were going to say you couldn't make it at all and I know that would have disappointed Jane. She gave me the address, which was in Hampstead, North London and a mobile number. "Call that if there are any problems and you can dress casually," snotty Margaret sneered down the phone.
Jane's enormous assumptiveness and the casual way that she used her bloody secretary to make the date with me annoyed yet at the same time impressed me.
I was wearing jeans and a white button up, cotton blouse. I was a little surprised when Jane opened the door dressed in a floor length, red silk dressing robe that had no buttons and simply a tie round the waist. She had her black hair brushed back so it was as good as flat to her skull and other than a touch of eyeliner she was wearing no make up. Her overall look was rather severe.
She was as bright as a button, friendly, charming and gregarious, caring, polite and attentive all the way through the pre-dinner drinks and the lovely salad and pasta meal served by a Philipino girl who was very petite and pretty. Jane was so different to how she'd been in my room but so similar to how she had been at the previous dinner we'd shared. As we sipped brandy from big crystal snifters she asked if I'd enjoyed the last time and I nodded that I had. She took a big swig, put the glass down and then said quite firmly.
"Good, I'm pleased because I want to have you again, tonight, now."
The change in her was amazing and this authoritative manner sent a shudder through me. I didn't know whether it was due to fright, anticipation, excitement, guilt or pleasure? I didn't know but immediately she started that way I felt my will dissolving and my mind coming under her control.
"I want you to go upstairs to the first bedroom on the right, get undressed and lay on your front in the middle of the bed," she said without batting an eyelid. I didn't move so she went on. "And I mean Cat, do it now."
I felt powerless to refuse, not that I really wanted t. Meekly I got up and went up the stairs to the room she had prescribed. It wasn't a large room, but then this was incredibly expensive Hampstead, but it was beautifully furnished in Victorian style which, actually, I don't really like. The bed was covered in a deep crimson throw and was one of those old fashioned jobs with huge sturdy looking bed heads and footings. The walls were dark and there were a couple of chairs, a stand alone wardrobe and a dressing table all in a dark wood, mahogany I guessed.
Out of her presence I couldn't hardly believe I was actually taking my clothes off and doing what she had ordered but when I heard footsteps on the stairs I hurriedly laid down on my front as she had told me. I was somewhat frightened of her and as I said earlier very much in awe of her as well.
I had become captivated by Jane very quickly. Being with her and having sex with her was so different to that with Emma; with her we were equals, with Jane there could only ever be one leader and that was not me by a mile. The truth is that she captured me that night in Spain. Needless to say I had never been treated like that before. No one had behaved with me with that combination of worship over my physical being but an almost total disdain for my emotional needs. Nobody had so taken control of and so dominated me. I had never been treated with such disdain and in such a matter of fact way, almost to the point of being abused and degraded and used as a plaything. But in a way of which I had absolutely no comprehension that was the magnet, the attraction. She had uncovered something that had lain dormant in me all of my life, just as my burgeoning bi-sexuality had. I was certainly drawn to it as powerfully as an unlike pole is drawn to a like one and wondered if there was a connection between the two!
I wasn't quite sure whether to undress completely or leave maybe my bra and panties or just my thong on. She had said undressed so I assumed she meant everything although when she had undressed me in Spain she had left my thong on. I went for the full Monty and laid on my front as she'd ordered. It really was a weird sensation to be laying there naked waiting for a woman to come and fuck me; I know that I was getting wet, that my nipples had inevitably hardened and that I was tingling all over. She was being a bitch, I thought as I lay there for what must have been ten minutes or so; it did, however, increase the anticipation and my expectations.
I looked up as she came into the room carrying two glasses of wine. Handing one to me she sat on the bed the robe opening showing her legs almost all the way up; she didn't cover them up. Smiling after taking a sip of wine, she asked, how I was. She softly ran her fingers up and down my spine and over my shoulder muttering how beautiful I was and what a lovely body I had.
"You've changed your hair colour," she said running her fingers softly through my shoulder length hair.
"Yes, I have gone more auburn; actually the hairdresser called it autumn gold.
"Mmmm it's nice, I prefer it to the ash blonde, but make sure you keep it long, I much prefer long hair on my lovers.
She could not have been softer, more gentle or more caring and tender as she kissed the top of my head and, lifting my hair, my neck; I am such a sucker for that. She started caressing me. Slowly and so expertly she built up the desire and tension in me until I was literally panting and sighing. She was so different to last time, kissing, licking and gently stroking me making me feel wonderful, so desired and so feminine.
She kissed my breasts and caressed me all over using her fingers and hands so adeptly on my pussy, bottom and nipples. Opening her robe she pressed her nipples on her as good as non existent breasts to my mouth making low growling noises as I sucked and chewed on them. Pushing me onto my back she knelt beside me as she continued stroking me softly and tenderly building me up further and further. Smiling and grinning at me encouragingly and tenderly I could hardly believe it was the same person as before.
She leaned forward so that she could chew my nipples and slid her knee between my thighs pushing them open a little. Slowly as she orally loved my breasts she pushed her knee upwards until it pressed right against my pussy. It felt wonderful for my whole body was tingling with sexual expectancy; I closed my thighs round it and revelled in the sensations she was giving me. She pressed it harder and I felt myself pressing back. She kissed me and used her hands on my breasts pinching my nipples with just the right amount of pressure to fill me even more, if that was possible, with the need for sexual relief. Her knee pressed harder against me and I felt my thighs involuntarily squeezing it. I squeezed it harder and harder and she pushed more firmly. I squirmed against it and she began to fuck me with it. Or was it me fucking myself, or me fucking her leg. I didn't know and it didn't matter for I was getting exactly what I wanted and that was for this amazing woman to fuck me any way she wanted.
I orgasmed very heavily and quite quickly, but then I usually do the first time in a session. I put my arms out for her to cuddle me but even as I was in the early intense, throes of that climax she got off the bed and walked out of the room. I could hardly believe it for the pangs of my orgasm were still bursting through my body and the woman who had caused that and with whom I wanted to share it had left me.
I lay there my hands between my own legs finishing myself off my body racked with the sensations of the orgasm and with the deep sobs that I couldn't prevent. She just left me there for ages and I didn't know what to do. "Surely she's going to come back," I thought. But as time wore on I began to doubt it and started to get dressed. I wandered down the stairs and could see no one or hear anything so I let myself out and went home alone. I called a cab on my mobile to take me to Kings Cross station waited twenty minutes for a train and then got another cab the other end.
