Alexis Ermolov was pleased at her reflection in the mirror. Water was running down her body and pooling on the floor. She ignored the pool. It astonished her that at 35 she still had the body of a 'porn star' as Eric so nicely described her. Her long black hair was finally damp and she put her terry cloth robe on. This was the best part of taking a shower. They had discovered that drying her body using the robe was exciting when they stayed in a Bed and Breakfast in New York. After that trip she never took a shower unless Eric was able to dry her. Although she thought that having sex before her shower would be a better idea, she liked the coarseness of the robe against her as Eric would search for wet spots on her body. Nothing made her more responsive to the aftermath of being aroused and having him take her roughly. She turned and opened the door just as the heated tiles became pleasant.
It had been a good idea to replace the carpet with heated tiles although at the time they were unaware of the primary reason to make these changes. However, she gasped when she saw Eric. He was bent over with his head cradled in his hands. She began to rush over to him just as he turned towards her. When he took a long look at her and smiled, she stopped allowing him to complete his inventory.
"Alexis, we have to talk," he sighed.
Alexis sat on the loveseat facing him. This involved a procedure that enabled the robe to fall open near the top of her thigh and forming a bundle that would permit him to observe the swell of her breast and an already engorged nipple.
Eric began slowly, "I'm thinking of dropping out of Unbemerkt."
She interrupted him, "Why! You worked hard for the last ten years to be invited to their workshop. What would cause you to give up this opportunity?"
"You don't understand. They want us to work in complete isolation for a year somewhere in Brazil. No matter what the rewards, I don't want to give you up for a year."
A smile lit her face. She rose from the loveseat ignoring her robe that opened to her vagina and crossed to his chair. Grasping his head she pulled him into her breasts.
"Honey, I don't want to be away from you for a year either. One of the good things is that we have had each other for twelve years therefore I think we can afford a year apart. However, I want you to promise me that this will be the first and last time you spend so much time away from me."
His mouth wrapped around her extended nipple causing her to gasp when she felt brief pain as he began to suckle. In addition, his hands were moving up and down the robe drying her body. A period of rational thought occurred that suggested they should finish their conversation was ignored when she thought she might have an orgasm. He cupped her breasts while continuing to suckle her left breast. She pulled his head tighter into her breast then allowed herself to come to the edge of what she thought might be a massive orgasm. Her breathing became rapid and she drifted away from the room. Her body began to shudder. She screamed then collapsed over Eric. He allowed her to feel the effects of the orgasm. The period of calm enabled her to enjoy the release and slowly she recovered.
Drying her legs with the robe, Eric began to arouse her again. Without realizing what she was doing she spread her legs wider giving him easy access to dry her between her legs. He began to suckle her right breast. She crushed him into her breast. Her orgasm caught her by surprise. There was no build up. Her arms tightened forcing him to struggle to breathe. However, his efforts did not deter her orgasm. This time she could feel herself having multiple orgasms. As she gave into her feelings of passion, she loosen her grip. Eric pulled back and gasped. She was a limp doll in his arms. He drew her tighter allowing the robe to fall empty to the floor. She felt him lower her to the heated tiles. In her mind, she was like a limp doll as he adjusted her position in order to make entry easier. Finally, he pinned her and began to find her vagina. A pant was followed by moans when he finally entered her. It would be impossible to become aroused to the same previous levels, she thought. However, she was wrong and soon succumbed to another massive orgasm but this time it was different as she had a series of orgasms every time he pulsed inside of her. All too soon he rolled off of her to attempt to gather a gulp of air for his starved body.
Once Eric had decided to go to Uremerkt, their living pattern changed. He could not get enough of her. Alexis was pleased. As soon as he entered the house, they had earth shattering sex. It was almost like he wanted to store enough sex to last the year he would be away. But something was wrong! His steps were slow and ponderous. His demeanour confirmed her fears. She was upset. If there was something wrong, why couldn't the problem wait until after they had sex? She pouted.
"Honey, it didn't take the University long to make changes," he began.
With an inaudible sigh, she sat on the overstuffed chair facing the doorway and waited for him to continue. It was then that she vowed to wear more enticing clothing instead of not changing from her business outfit, But even pulling her skirt higher did not distract him from his news. On the other hand once he was finished, she could crush him and they might make love in the foyer.
"My department was eliminated," he held up a hand and continued. "That in itself is not too bad because all my staff will be able to find better paying positions. I am sorry for the boys because they will miss Dryer's advanced course which will die because he is going to retire and no one has the knowledge to attempt a similar course. Without their present salary, the boys tell me they cannot afford rent and tuition fees. Dryer's course would enable them to become experts in nano technology."
Alexis beamed, this might be her lucky day.
"Momma has an idea but she wants the whipped cream treatment."
Eric nodded.
"We have a four bedroom house. Two of the boys will have their own bedrooms and two will have to share. I'll keep the master bedroom for me. In addition, I am going on sabbatical therefore I will be able to look after them cooking, washing their clothes but I insist they keep their rooms clean. We have enough money to let them reside here for free that way their savings can be used for fees and other school expenses."
The table appeared miraculously in the middle of the room. Alexis did not wait for him to undress her. Very quickly she was naked and lying on the table. Restraints wrapped themselves around her wrists and legs. Computer commands stretched her until she was unable to move.
"Damn, I'll have to get more whipping cream," an exasperated Eric commented. "Are we doing anything this weekend?"
"No!" She yelled to his retreating back.
Eric rushed out of the door leaving her to imagine the joy of him licking the whipping cream from her responsive body. The table moved into a room in the basement. She wondered how Eric was able to build this expensive sex machine without her knowledge. Another question presented itself, "I wonder what he means by asking if we had commitments this weekend?"
Her last question was answered when Eric had satiated himself and her but the restraints remained. For the rest of the weekend Eric and the table satisfied her every want. Clamps appeared almost by magic and began to squeeze then relax her nipples. Even her clit was not immune to some extra attention. Some form of covering was placed over her clit that began to apply pulsating electric current. Her orgasms were more massive whether it was Eric or the table supplying the means to achieve the desired result. During this time she thanked her chair who suggested that all professors partake in an exercise regime. Eric slept on her and in her exhausted state she had no trouble falling to sleep. They would wake up and her pleasant torture would begin anew. Maybe he's trying to kill me, she thought.
It seemed to her that both of them drifted in and out of periods of high sexual activity to times when they just cuddled. Although cuddling at this stage was Eric wrapping his arms around her but the restraints held her in place so that she was unable reciprocate. At times she wondered if the table wanted to be wrapped around her.
