"Were you comfortable?"
She looked confused, as if she didn't really understand the question.
He crowded her against the side of the bed. "Was the bed comfortable?"
He took one of her hands, sat on the edge of the bed, and tugged gently to bring her down beside him.
He felt bolder, like there was no turning back. He was committed to the path; he wanted to know.
First he wanted to see the lace. He said nothing, but began unbuttoning the blouse, allowing the backs of his hands to brush against the soft flesh. He sensed more than felt the weight of her breasts and soon knew that she was reacting more strongly for the hardness of her nipples increased. He rubbed against each one deliberately, taking his time. The front of the blouse gaped open. Yes, there was the lace. A cream colored bra with the lace at the top cupped creamy mounds of flesh. The lower portion was a thin, silky material that did little to hide the arousal denoted by nipples.
He pushed her onto her back, his hands pushed aside the flimsy fabric, and he saw her breasts unencumbered by her clothes. He had long wondered what they were like, and now he knew. And at the moment, they were standing at attention, brought to that state by his sex appeal. He knew it.
His mouth descended and he took first the right then the left nipple into his mouth. He sucked, swirled his tongue across the protrusion, and bit lightly, pulling her more fully into his mouth.
His erection had been making itself known with increasing urgency. He shifted into a better position. He still had some work to do before he would release the beast and give her the ride of her life. But he did take her hand and close her fingers around his manhood, sucking in air at even that relatively innocuous movement. He bet her body was already prepared to accept his bulk, and he intended to make that happen before the day was finished.
She fell backward on the bed. His mouth and hands still busy. Her mind was struggling to catch up. A blinking light on the ceiling distracted her. What a time to notice the fire system. She almost laughed aloud at the incongruous thought.
She wanted to tell him to stop, that they should not be doing this. But he was a bit fragile, still overwhelmed by the responsibilities of the job he had accepted—a job he hadn't really wanted but had taken because she had been the one to ask. At least, that's what he had said, but she was no fool; she knew the salary increase was the main reason. Still, she didn't want to bruise his ego. So maybe she'd let him go on a while before stopping him. Also, she had been left alone for two weeks and was feeling the desire. Perhaps this would turn into an acceptable alternative—one that wouldn't require time away from the office. That could work.
The scene was in blacks, whites, but mostly grays. The sun was setting, the campus was quiet, no lights were on in bathroom or bedroom. A sliver of light came from the kitchen. All was silent.
His body moved to cover hers. He was tall, and so the fit was awkward. The blouse showed up on the bed next to them. He raised up and pulled his shirt off. He bare back was visible. His hands went to his waist, and shortly he stood. Pants fell to the floor, boxers followed, and the firm buttocks of a runner were revealed.
Her body came into focus. Lace bra, skirt hunched up around her waist, lacy panties showing starkly white. Then his naked body again moved atop her.
The movement of his hips was unmistakable. His head was far above hers. She was still somewhat clothed, but he clearly didn't mind. The movement intensified, he stiffened, then sagged fully onto her.
After another minute passed, he rose and disappeared into the bathroom. She sat up, straightened her bra, and reached for her blouse. He returned from the bathroom with tissue, handed it to her, and dressed. She wiped her abdomen, buttoned the blouse, rose, neatened the bedcovers, then bent over and grabbed her shoes.
They exited the bedroom, the kitchen light went off, and the apartment was left in darkness.
Twelve hours later, in the police station, the sergeant checked the reports. Good. No problems during the night, and housekeeping reported all clear from their morning's rounds.
He hit the delete button for yesterday and started the recording for the next 24 hours.
A blinking light showed that the system was working properly in the guest building.
