You can imagine it was no different with Amanda. I was just as keen to pop around and see her but did not think it would be quite the same as with Emily. Perhaps catch Amanda in the bath, perhaps in bed but not with a toy collection: much more likely catch her doing something mundane and ordinary like the washing up than something interesting like that. I was actually right about the washing up!
Again I knew where she lived. I had all these little details right down to the important matter of the key. Silence naturally reigned as I let myself in. A strange feeling - it was breaking and entering almost. Well, actually I was!
A certain thrill of excitement at what I might find. It was not that I was there to steal - though that would have been easy enough; purloining Amanda's virginity might just be on the cards - and I suppose you could see that as stealing.
I had no knowledge of her virginity, whether she had a boyfriend, had had boyfriends - or indeed, perhaps, though I doubted it, I might find her with a girl. Such a loss to the men but not to me! Twice the fun really - two rather than one to try for size, so to speak.
Amanda was not in the bathroom but in the kitchen and, just as I had imagined, was tidying up the dishes. Two used plates was a good sign - but it might be her mother had come to visit! Probably not of interest to me, then. In later life, well, perhaps that would have been different.
Amanda was still dressed in her office clothes, her so straight fair hair falling on her white blouse; I smiled as I looked at the swell of her breasts pushing the cotton forward. I could remember the little pink piggies' noses pointing a little upwards from another time. Below her was a sensible blue skirt just above the knee, tight around her bottom - I looked forward to seeing her little tuft again. Gone though were the high heels but instead slippers - sensible if not so erotic!
In the lounge I found not her mother but a young man, dark, tall, bearded and sitting watching the television. This looked promising! It might be her brother but more probably a boyfriend. He did not seem to have any family resemblance. In the hallway an overnight bag and unless he was going to sleep on the sofa there seemed to be only one bed - a double - it all looked really promising. Now where to hide and listen?
There are not that many places in most houses and flats actually to hide. Had the kitchen a pantry that would have been good but how many kitchens these days have one of those? I settled for sitting behind an armchair and hoped I would hear anyone approaching.
Five minutes of hearing just the television and nothing much else. A bit tedious but then,
"Derek, do you want to go and run the bath."
Instant interest! The TV switched off and the sound of movement and then taps running. And then from the kitchen, "Derek you idiot, put that away!" Now what was this - what did Derek need to 'put away'?
What an amusing sight. Clearly Derek had got a little more ready for the bath than Amanda had expected. He was already undressed! What a sight to see; lovely Amanda almost like she looked in the office but with a completely naked man. What a picture and such a contrast between the two. Amanda so pale and fair haired, so much a woman and so formally clothed: he so dark haired and so hirsute, yes really hairy all over and of course so male; you couldn't miss the big thing hanging between his thighs - well things really - there were, after all, his two balls in their sack as well. A perfect photograph, really, of an almost ordinary scene - but for the nakedness. 'Amanda with revealed male' or some such title in a photography exhibition.
Perhaps even better if Derek had been tumescent - OK perhaps not for the photography exhibition. How pleasant would it have been to be invited around as a photographer, posing Amanda (in her high heels), her hand lightly holding Derek's erection and big smiles all around. Really arty shots but so strange. The erotic casualness of the naked male tumescent and the smartly clothed woman. The wonderful contrast between the man and woman. Photographs of banal normality done so abnormally. Derek washing up with just Marigolds on his hands, naked and tumescent: Amanda doing the drying up in her smart office clothes and high heels.
Perhaps then being asked to take shots of intercourse itself - perhaps at first shots in the kitchen but then in the bedroom. I would have enjoyed posing - indeed directing them! Trying for arty shots with careful poses. And perhaps later being invited to join in the sex. Unlikely indeed - but a happy thought nonetheless. I say 'unlikely' but I refer to the invitation not to the joining in the sex - I had every intention of doing just that!
But quite a picture nonetheless seeing them both frozen in time in the kitchen. Amanda really did look so good in her office clothes - the white blouse and sensible blue skirt and Derek just such a contrast with his height, dark hair and overall hairiness. I loved it. Amanda's delicate fingers holding his penis would have so added to the scene. Well, actually it was easy to arrange - like moving dolls around! Amanda with her fingers lightly placed around his flaccid penis, Amanda holding his whole package in the palm of her hand, Amanda delicately retracting his foreskin, Amanda holding his penis as if he was going to urinate... Quite a bit of fun for me but, oh, for a camera that worked out of time!
Setting Amanda back in position I returned to peeking through the crack in the door by the hinges to see what transpired when I restarted time.
Clearly Amanda had been referring to Derek's organ as the 'that' in 'put that away.' Despite Amanda's comment they kissed and not just a quick peck on the cheeks and as they kissed Derek's organ began to grow. In that manly way it stirred and lifted itself off his thigh, at first still pointing downwards and then with quick jerks brought itself up first to the horizontal and then upwards to the full stand. The better picture I had sought had just appeared!
