Bare feet on rough concrete. Intriguing the details that impress themselves on our memory - to be regurgitated over and over and over, with the passage of time. The sheer feel on my soles as we descended...me following the superb tight petite body, and the small but distinct birthmark discoloration on her workout refined left calf.
We were on the staircase leading down into the underground carpark...to her little Volkswagen motor... so yes, we were definitely headed for her rooms. And it was not all that easy for me to see that sexy little birthmark on the shapely leg because I was carrying her books, and mine.
To back-up a bit...those who read part 1 of this account know she had gutted me at strip chess - in the uni library!
For those who have not yet read part 1, she had toyed with me.
Okay, it was coming up on the midnight closing time on an early summer Friday night, so we were pretty much the only two around save for the librarians - and we were in reality playing 'virtual' rather than outright strip chess. But the bottom line was I had been 'naked' whilst she was still almost 'fully clothed'.
And she had two pawns, two Knights, her Queen and her King - while I was down to my King and two pawns.
And she had threatened immediate in situ (in the library!) collection of every stitch of my clothing - if I resigned.
And she had exploited that leverage to take my two piddly pawns, in quick succession, for one entirely discretionary forfeit for each piece!
Then she had gone on toying with me. The clock on the wall ticking on down to closing, the librarians in and around the stacks - replacing books efficiently so they could go home, once we left - the sweat trickling down my spine, and prickling into my pubic hair...because she worked every one of her pieces, one at a time, long after I was frozen in place - completely unable to move because any move anywhere would put me in Check!
And still she refused to end my misery.
Until any move for any of her pieces put me in check.
Smiling, and leaning forward to scratch the bare calf of her left leg casually, in an absent minded gesture I found very fetching, she said: "I'll take your shoes and socks."
"Here?" I gazed about frantically, looking for a librarian.
To which her sole reply was to move her hand from the calf to one of the forfeit pawns on the edge of the board - to finger it as though stroking it, and to smile...
So yes, I was bare foot on the rough concrete. Carrying in my arms her books, and mine, which had been removed from my over-shoulder knapsack...making room for my shoes and socks. And I was trying not to wriggle my toes into the chalky concrete surface, but, well, ever noticed how being horny makes your toes curl just that little bit.
Beside the glass door, and in front of the huge number 3 to indicate the floor, she stopped, turned back and, grinning over a beckoning finger, brought me down the til I was one step above her.
Okay, I confess, I was trembling...all over.
"Knapsack."
This involved some manoeuvering, shifting books to one arm, rotating the right shoulder so the knapsack slid down to my forearm. Waiting for her to take the latter item and set it down on the step.
