Going Up and Going Down (14 page)

He laughed,
“You’re relaxed – the wine has seen to that. Time to reveal all! I’ll get you
started, Helen…Do you have a husband…boyfriend…maybe?”

Why did he have
to ask
that
of all questions? It was a topic I hadn’t wanted to discuss,
but due to my earlier outburst it was inevitable that he would want to know.

“He’s an ex,
but we still live under the same roof.” He looked concerned, the smile had
disappeared and a question was forming on his lips,

“He’s not a
pimp, David. He doesn’t even know what I do for a living these days. He’s not a
nice person.”

“Then why…?

I’d already
said far more than I’d wanted but I didn’t need him worrying about me or asking
any more awkward questions.

“Why are you
still living with him? Is that what you meant? He was abusive to me some time
ago and…it’s a long story.” His body tensed and he got up from his chair and
walked around the table towards me, “Helen? You p…”

“Don’t worry.
He’s not abusive any more. The reason I’m still there is…is to see his
downfall, and it will be coming soon. I know it will. Can we drop the subject
please, David, it’s depressing me?”

He pulled out
the dining chair that was nearest to me and sat down again. “Of course we can.
So what are your reasons for doing this…as a job, I mean?”

He stared into
my eyes again, and I wished he wouldn’t do it. That all too familiar feeling of
unease returned quickly, scaring me even more so I answered him.

“Sex! I can
enjoy sex without the need to fall in love again. If I don’t fall in love, I
can’t get hurt.”

Even as the
words came out I wondered how much of those statements would prove to be true.
Needing to break the intense eye contact between us, I leaned over the dining
table for the empty wine bottle and waved it in front of his nose.

“Do you have
any more wine in the fridge, David?”

He seemed a
little distant as he replied, “What? Oh...yes…plenty, take your pick.”

As I walked
through to the kitchen, his eyes hadn’t followed my moves as usual. He was
staring at the wall straight ahead of him, deep in thought.

On my return
from the kitchen with our third bottle of wine, he had snapped out of his
reverie. As I was about to sit down at the dining table he got up, hooked up
both our empty glasses in his hand by their stems and led me over to one of the
big leather sofas. I handed the bottle of wine to David to pour whilst I
removed my shoes. I wanted to recline with my feet up without causing any
damage with my heels. He waited until I was propped up on one elbow at one end
of the sofa before handing me my wine. He then made himself comfortable in a
similar position at the opposite end, before picking his own glass of wine up
off the floor.

We laid in
silence for a while, downing our wine at a steady pace. I felt so relaxed in
his company and it was a comfortable silence. It was nice to just gaze at him
and take time to appreciate his sexy good looks, and enjoy those moments
without conversation interrupting my thoughts. I smiled at him and he bowled me
over when he reciprocated, and moved his legs to intertwine with mine.

It dawned on me
what was happening between us, the sexual tension was building. To be so still,
our legs touching with no more than a hint of movement from either of us, was
the very foundation from which our sexual chemistry would emerge.

I pulled myself
upright to lean over David and reach out for the bottle of wine which was on
the floor at his side of the sofa. As I reached over him, my breast brushed
against his hand. He never made any deliberate movement to touch or fondle, it
was just a chance contact…that sent shock waves throughout my body. That
closeness without any sexual action was…electric! I poured his wine (whilst
still reaching over him), topped up my own glass and reclined once more. He
gazed across at me and I saw it in his eyes too…the longing, sparked by our
hint of contact. He opened his mouth as if ready to speak and I placed a finger
to my lips to silence him. I wanted to enjoy the tension, the anticipation –
and feel every formula, every element of the chemistry and wait for the
conclusion of the experiments that were playing out in my thoughts.

I wanted us to
take our time. I could also feel the wine starting to take effect, rapidly. I
felt giddy and my thoughts started drifting away from David fucking me to…waiting,
we must wait, waiting would make it better, no rushing, the sooner it started
the sooner it would be over and I didn’t want it to be over. Such illogical
thoughts. Drink induced. I started giggling. David reached out to touch both my
hands, he held them, and giggled with me.

“Helen?” It was
David’s voice. I opened my eyes and his face was almost touching mine. I felt
as if I had been asleep for a long time, but glancing towards the wall clock,
it indicated I had only closed my eyes momentarily. As I brought my eyes back
to meet his, his lips touched mine and he kissed me, tentatively. I was so
shocked I couldn’t respond immediately, but his warmth and tenderness seemed to
meld with my lips. I felt the passion and intensity radiate throughout my
entire body and fill me with need. Before I realised it was happening, I was
kissing him back, softly at first, and then, as his tongue parted my lips, I
knew I wanted him. My self-imposed rules about kissing were broken. The wine
was my downfall. Self-control had deserted me.

Kissing each
other with a sudden urgency, we rolled off the sofa and onto the carpet. David
was fighting with the buttons of my shirt as I pulled his T-shirt over his
head. I had to pull away from the kiss. I feasted my eyes on his chest and his
biceps. I ran my fingers through his chest hair, stroked his biceps, then held
his cheeks in my hands and I found it hard not to stare at him in amazement. He
was perfection. He finally managed to undo all my buttons and I raised my arms
and pulled them free of the white cotton.

I rolled him
over onto his back and started removing his denims and boxers, but only managed
to get them to below his hips, too distracted by his cock. It was rigid and the
temptation too great.

He moaned as I
took his knob into my mouth for an instant. I loved hearing him moan out loud.
I shuddered with delight to know that I was pleasuring him. I wanted to hear
him groan and shout out in pure bliss. I was deliberately tormenting him,
wanting to send him over the edge. I licked slowly around his ridge. My thoughts
drifted, my own excitement bringing me wave after wave of longing.

“Oooh, yes!
Helen…you’re…” he stammered.

“Shush, David.
Enjoy!” I let my tongue wander lazily up and down every inch of his shaft, but
I had to stop, I had to remove his denims there and then, freeing his lower
body to allow me better access. Once I’d pulled his lower clothing from his
feet, I removed my skirt, panties and bra and lay down between his legs,
focusing all my attention on his inner thighs, his cock and his scrotum. It was
getting damp between my legs. Tantalising his sac with my tongue, I gradually
looked up towards his face, not even missing one inch…his cock…his stomach
abs…chest…so masculine. His neck, so kissable and biteable…his face…so
handsome. My heart was like a drum beat, loud within me, pounding, beating out
a sound of passion and need. My stomach had an empty feel, it was waiting to be
filled, from down below. I needed that fulfilment to come from…

“Helen…swing
your body round…bring your legs…over my head!

I want to kiss
you…your pussy…your clit. I want you to come. Lovely juices, babe!”

He was tempting
me to come by his words alone. A sixty-niner! My favourite position!
Perspiration was forming on my forehead. I was getting turned on by words, the
promise of things to come. I wanted to cum, but I also wanted it to last, for
both of us. I couldn’t wait though. As I tried hard not to break contact with
his wonderful length of stiffness, I swivelled my body around until I was
kneeling, almost sitting on his face and as he thrust his hardness into my
mouth, his tongue attacked my clitoris, goading me into being a vixen. Putting
gentle pressure on each ball in turn, I traced my fingers between his scrotum
and his thighs. I suddenly found it hard to concentrate as his tongue stopped
tweaking my clit and entered my pussy, tasting and exploring as far as it could
possibly reach. His fingers were caressing my clit as the same time. It was
pure heaven. With hardly any warning, I felt a fire inside of me, exciting
flames, threatening to engulf me and I shuddered in ecstasy. I cried out in
delight through every second of my orgasm. Before my breathing steadied, I once
again gave my full attention to his cock and scrotum. I wanted him to feel the
same beautiful intensity. My hand moved up and down his shaft, faster and
faster as I sucked on the head of it. He groaned louder with each passing
minute. He was poking fingers inside me, working on my clit again and I never
wanted it to end.

“Helen…don’t…suck…so…hard!
Don’t! I don’t…want…to come…in…your mouth! I was surprised. I thought that was
every man’s dream. I was prepared to let him squirt into my mouth, taste his
juices. I had never done it before, but I was prepared to do it for David.

“Why…not…David?
I’m…I...want…to do…that…for you.”

He pulled out
of my mouth and shuffled away from underneath me. “On your side, Helen, quick!
I feel it, coming!”

I couldn’t
answer, I just did it, I wanted his cum. I got into position. He cuddled up
behind me like spoons and rammed it in my pussy from behind. He gripped around
me, holding my hips tight in place as he gave three or four quick thrusts and I
could feel his spurts of come as they were released. His fingers were rubbing
hard against my swollen clit, and my juices seeped into his as I climaxed yet
again. I felt like I was soaring through the universe with my eyes closed. I
was aware of nothing except for the two of us, the passion and excitement of
what we had just done. Nobody else existed. As David’s breathing gradually
slowed, he kissed my neck and continued to hold his perfect body tight to mine.
After ten minutes he pulled me around to face him and he kissed me passionately
on the lips. I responded. During that kiss I suddenly remembered our lips
meeting earlier, how much I had enjoyed it. It had been full of fire…and not
something I had intended to do. The wine had weakened my resolve!

His lips gently
broke contact with mine and I felt them touch my ear as he whispered “Oh shit!
Helen, I’ve got something to tell you!”

I was suddenly
tense, not knowing what to expect. Was it something I wanted to hear or didn’t
want to hear. I wasn’t even clear in my head what words I would like to hear. I
wondered if it was at all possible to…No! I told myself I couldn’t think like
that, not if I was to get through life without complications. I was feeling
nauseous again, dreading what he might say.

“Yes? Go on
then…tell!” I closed my eyes and held my breath.

“We have been down
here, naked, and fucking!”

“Yes? Your
point being, David?”

“Look at the
window, Helen.”

I lifted my
head off the floor. It took all of ten seconds for me to realise what David had
brought to my attention. It was dark outside. The wall-lights were on in his
lounge. The blinds were not closed. We had been indulging in gloriously naughty
oral sex in full view of anybody who chose to nosily look through his window.

We looked at
each other in mock horror, and started laughing uncontrollably. We went to bed
half an hour later.

I was aware of
David’s hard-on tapping on my back about six thirty in the morning. Within five
minutes we were at it, shagging like a couple of dogs. When each of us were
fully satiated some thirty minutes later, he turned on his side and tried to
kiss me, but I tilted my head, his kisses falling on my cheek instead. I
couldn’t forget that we had kissed the previous night, and it had troubled me
before I drifted off to sleep. I didn’t want to be involved with him on that
level. I had to make a concerted effort not to fall into that again. I put it
down to the wine and the lack of control on my part, due to intoxication. I
knew I had to be in control in future –
not too much to drink in the future
when with clients!

David needed to
be at a business meeting in the city for eleven. After he’d served breakfast, I
showered and dressed and was in the lounge preparing to leave. He sat at the
dining table sorting through his briefcase whilst I was fastening my sandals. I
wasn’t looking forward to going home. I had a kind of empty feeling in the pit
of my stomach. David would be flying out to Geneva later in the evening. He had
already told me that he wouldn’t be back in the country for two or three
months, and the thought had left me feeling lonely. I couldn’t understand why.
He was not my partner or husband, I wasn’t used to being with him all the time,
and yet the thought of not seeing him for so long filled me with dread. I would
miss the mind-blowing sex - that was it.

He came to the
door with me as I was leaving and he moved towards me once more to try and kiss
me. I would have loved to be able to kiss him back, lovingly or urgently, but I
knew I mustn’t do that. He held me by my shoulders, and as I moved my lips
away, he asked, “What are you scared of, Helen?”

I wanted to
tell him. I really wanted to tell him that it was him I was scared of. Scared
of what he was doing to me. I was frightened to kiss him, frightened of what I
might feel. I looked him straight in the eye. “What do you mean, David?
Scared?”

“You know
exactly what I mean. You won’t let me kiss you, Helen.”

I had to get
away from him. I couldn’t get in too deep with this conversation. I couldn’t
let him know any more.

“David, you’re
my client. I must go now. Take care.” I leaned forward and gave him a quick
peck on the lips, not giving him enough time to respond. I turned and walked
down the street, not daring to look back at him. I could feel his eyes watching
me all the way, until I turned the corner into the next street.