The Kept Woman

That Damned Dinner

I had dressed with care that night. My Captain had told me he had a surprise for me and that I should frock up. When he rang the bell and I opened the door to him he held me at arms length and examined me briefly from head to toe before hugging me tight and telling me I looked perfect. He was nervous, I could tell, and kept stealing quick glances at me. We arrived quickly at the restaurant and went straight in. My Captain gave his name to the door whore and we were whisked deferentially through to the best table. A table laid for four.

An older couple, he handsome and commanding, she elegant and beautiful, were already at the table and they stood to great us. I came to a stop, unsure and confused but my Captain took my arm and put a hand around my waist and drew me forward.

"Come on Darling, I want you to meet my mother and father." I stopped again in complete panic, weighing up the distance to the nearest exits. Jesus, I could be on a flight out of the country within two hours and have Mrs M ship the rest of my clothes at a later date. Too late. The woman, his mother, came towards me, her hands held out in greeting. I took them numbly and let her kiss my cheeks. She was Joanna Lumley blond with perfect, smooth Scandinavian skin and coloring. A gust of some discreet and expensive perfume caressed me. Her voice was cut glass and well spoken when she said,

"How I have longed to meet you! Our dear boy never said a word about tonight to you did he? Don't look so shocked my dear, of course a mother wants to meet the young woman who stole her boys heart!"

If I was looking shocked then god only knows the verb for how I was now.

The Captain took me from his mothers arms, his arm possessively around me again.

"Mother, father, I would like you to meet my girlfriend. Darling, this is my mother, Sara, and my father, Spicer." His father started shaking my hand but also pulled me into a hug.

I should mention that English people of a certain school really don't like being touched, myself included. It's quite one thing to take some strange man home or kiss a randomer in a club but quite another to be hugged or to hold hands with a stranger. Worse, when a bad friend gives you a false hug: the kind where there is little body contact other than a strange draping of the arm over your shoulder. Being hugged by strangers is up there with being sneezed on. I was also trying not to laugh at his fathers name... Spicer?

Back to the dinner.

His father released me and helped me to a chair before clapping his son on the back and telling him he was a lucky devil to have found such a pretty young thing. Pretty? Yuk. Only half a step away from cute.

Hang on... GIRLFRIEND? What? When did this happen? When does sex turn into girlfriend and boyfriend? We hadn't even discussed being exclusive. Now I'm meeting his parents? Little did I know. Meeting the parents would be the least of the evening.

We all sat down and I tried not to glare at the Captain for tricking me into this dinner. I gave myself a mental shake. I might be a terrible flirt and as easy as 1,2,3 but I'm not the kind of girl to make a scene or embarrass someone in front of their parents. He wanted a girlfriend did he? Well tonight he would have one.

I smiled brightly and shifted my chair slightly towards him. He put his arm around me again (I was really starting to hate that) and looked intolerably pleased with himself.

"So dear, our young man has been telling us so much about you. You have lived overseas I gather but have now moved back to London?"

I smiled warmly at her.

"I travel a lot certainly. I hadn't planned to stay in London but this trip was rather unexpected." I dropped my voice huskily on the final word and looked directly at my Captain. He actually blushed then and avoided his fathers eye.

"Yes, normally he's my boy is our best employee but he's been mooning about this place since you turned up. I think we're all hoping you stay so that we can get some work done. I wouldn't like to think of what he would do if you left." Spicer beamed fondly at his son. I could actually feel the love at this table and wanted more than anything to bolt or vomit. This was all getting rather lovie dovie and we hadn't even ordered a drink. Compare and contrast with my family dinners when everyone is saying the wrong thing or not saying anything. It's all pent up feelings and unspoken hurts. Much nicer.

Thank god at that moment the waiter turned up and took our wine, pre dinner drinks and food orders. I aimed for something stiff and hoped it would see me through.

"It's such a wonderful whirlwind romance you have! Spicer and I met at university, you know. One look at each other and we knew that we were meant to be together. Our boy says you were exactly the same. I love the story our boy keeps telling us, how he fell for you when you were singing at that club. He said you had a wonderful voice."

"Mother!" The Captain groaned slightly and looked slightly worried in my direction. I ignored him and simply stored this all up for later.

"It has been a bit of a whirlwind," I said, "I'm not sure I believe in love at first sight but I certainly do believe in fate." Like how bloody bad I must have been in a previous life to be fated to sit through this dinner, I didn't add.

His mother laughed.

"Fate indeed, darling! Here's to fate!" She raised her glass to toast me.

The rest of the dinner passed in a blur of subtle and not so subtle hints regarding our relationship. I was grilled and turned inside out, oh politely of course, to find out if I really was good enough for "our boy" and obviously not found wanting. From that point onwards it was hints on where our relationship was headed. I would not have been shocked if they hadn't encouraged him to propose on the spot.

The Captain watched me carefully with the slightly pleased, slightly worried smile of a puppy who's not sure if he should have bitten the post man's leg.

I sat ramrod straight in my chair and smiled back at him but I knew my smile didn't reach my eyes.

Finally, thank god finally, the meal ended and we stood to take our leave. I was invited to the house in the country, a party the next weekend and to the holiday house in Italy. I inwardly shuddered and said I would have to check my schedule but would be pleased to come if I could.

They left well pleased with me, Sara kissing me again and Spicer clapping his son on the back and telling him how lucky he was but not to dilly dally around but to snap me up quick before some other lucky fellow did.

We walked quickly back to the car and got it. I was rigid with anger and the Captain wisely stayed silent until we were back at mine.

How Did I Get Here?

Do you ever ask that? "How did I Get Here?" Do you ever wonder what choice, what decision, what conversation hurtled you away from one happy ending to another quite different ending?

In order to tell you where "Here" is I need to back track and tell you what happened in the weeks between that blissful day in the country and the other week when I ran in terror down to my Mothers place and what sends me further afield to my dear Frenchman in Paris tomorrow. If you are following me on twitter then you may have noticed that tomorrow I'm going off radar. Alpha and the Captain think I'm going to a spa in Italy that bans computers and phones.

Yes of course my phone and the internet work in Paris but I need to get away and I can't do it with my inbox and iPhone buzzing every ten minutes.

I need to think.

To business then. How did I get here?

My Captain and I went back to the Perfect English Village after our brief and very naked nap. We spent the next two nights at the pub which, amazingly, still hired out rooms as it had done for the past four hundred years. Those two days passed in a haze of great sex, good food, warm fires at night and lazy walks in the country during the day. It rained on the second day so we borrowed wellies from the wet room and strode out for a walk anyway. This led to rather damp sex under a majestic old oak tree which was incredible in its own druidist sort of way.

Eventually a lack of clean clothes and simple decency sent us back to London. There are only so many times your hosts can tell you've just had a shag before you start to look like two nymphos on the run from a sexaholics anonymous meeting. I managed to call Alpha enough to not look like I was avoiding him and still keep it hidden from the Captain.

I also called the Frenchman and told him I wouldn't be coming down that Wednesday but could I please come down later. My Frenchman laughed at me and asked me what games I was playing. He made me promise that I wasn't playing with any silly boys and that I would see him before I left for China again. He wasn't going to return to Beijing until I did which was sweet. Thank god he doesn't confuse lust and love.

The next few weeks passed an in a haze of lunch, shopping, sex and a blissful romance that unfolded before me like an unexpected flower. I kept my cards pretty close to my chest. I suspect that the Captain just assumed I was independently wealthy and traveled for fun but would now stay in London to be near him. I shied away from any discussions about "us" or, God, worse, "feeeeeelings." I think that he loved that I didn't give him everything and it lent some kind of mystery to me that only made him desperate to discover my secrets and have them for himself.

I knew that he was starting to fall for me but I foolishly ignored it and him. Perhaps I was in love with the idea of making someone fall in love? Any woman likes to flex her muscles when it comes to men and I can strike a pose better than the best of body builders.

Our days fell into a familiar patten. We would wake early at one or other of our places. He had a bachelor pad ten minutes from my house and it was as English as could be. He had inherited it from his uncle who had been an old roué and spent his declining years at his clubs in St. James. The place was still redolent of cigars, whiskey, and leather chairs inherited from his grandfather. I had a key for his within the first week. So we would wake, get ready and either eat a couples breakfast together or go hand in hand to a local bakery for fresh croissants, fresh unsalted butter and home made jam. He would head off to the city to work in the family company then get back to mine for six. I know he rushed "home" to me every day. I would greet him with a drink and a kiss then we would head for dinner or take it in turns to cook for each other. It became a couplie routine that smothered and enticed me.

The sex of course was incredible. In turns wild, intimate, outrageous, dirty, and questionably legal (if you get caught that is) in a couple of cases. I aimed to keep it away from the intimate side of course but when a man is on top, his arms are around you, he's staring into your eyes and then steals your moans with kisses as you cum shuddering together it's hard to keep things businesslike. When you fall asleep in his arms, night after night, it's hard to remind him that it's just for sex.

I had tried leaving each night so that we didn't actually sleep together but he left me weak and pliant and too tired to move. That's what I tell myself at least.

How long did this go on for? A month I think. I knew I would have to head back to Alpha soon but each week there seemed another reason to stay on.

Things came to a head however when he invited me to that damned dinner. I only have to close my eyes for a minute and there we all are...

Country Pursuits

The Captain opened his bag and spread a thick tweed blanket over the ground. Next came out a bottle of water, another of Rioja, some grapes, an oooozing Saint Marcellin, a sliced Poilane and other little tidbits that had me rumbling with greed and hunger even though it was a bare four hours since I had last eaten. The Captain dropped down to sit on the blanket and patted a space next to him. I sat and accepted a glass of wine and a slice of bread spread thick with cheese. I drank deeply and let out an "ahhhh" of appreciation. Good food, excellent wine, handsome company, a beautiful view and sun warmed skin. What else can a girl ask for?

Of course, food was pretty much the last thing on my mind and it wasn't long before the food and bottles (thank god for screw caps) had been shoved off the blanket and we were entwined and kissing for all we were worth. I felt tiny in his arms, always a good thing, and kissed with a hunger I barely understood. Clothes were quickly discarded in a hurry to feel skin against skin. A gentle breeze teased my nipples into hard little pebbles and I groaned as I felt his hard chest against them. I struggled to pull his jeans down and felt his swelling cock rise against my hand. He sucked my bottom lip and tugged at my own jeans. I lifted my hips and arse to help and, without breaking the kiss, we were naked and he was covering himself with a condom. I grinned with approval: Be Prepared is the motto of any good scout grown up. I pushed him back to the blanket and stood above him. I kept my feet flat on the ground and lowered my bottom until I was squatting tailor fashion in what we call "The Good Houri" position. It takes tremendous leg muscles but is perfect when you want to show off and treat a man to something special.

The Captain looked quizzically at me, obviously never having had a girl pull this move on him. I shushed him and told him he would love it. I shifted until I was directly over his cock and held it still with one hand then lowered myself so that he was sliding into me. He moaned and his torso jerked upwards in unsuspected pleasure. I pushed him back a second time and used his chest to steady myself as I rose up and down in a mock trot and he writhed and gasped under me like a landed merman. His reaction was a real turn on even if it wasn't totally unexpected. I could feel my own orgasm starting to build but tried to push it off and ignore it, focusing totally on him. He wasn't far away though - no one lasts long with a Good Houri - and I rode him harder, squeezing my muscles tighter, and let myself go. His orgasm just beat mine and I collapsed against his chest with him still inside me, my legs knock kneed below me.

My breathing returned to normal before his did so I hopped off and lay down beside him. When he could finally speak he said,

"Jesus. Jesus. Where on earth did you learn that? Jesus..." He repeated himself a number of times until I laughed and shushed him and whispered wicked untruths about my past. He groaned again as my teasing whispering did its job and brought him back to half mast. He pushed me over onto my side, spooned against me, his dick nestled between my buttocks, and pulled the other half of the rug over us. Then he stemmed the flow of words from my mouth with a broad hand which I licked and nipped until he laughed and took it away, making me promise not to turn him on again so quickly lest he died of lust.

I settled down as contented as a child and felt myself drift off to a gentle sleep, lulled by the buzz of bees, his arms around me and the sun warming my winter pale skin.

Heading to the Country

We hopped into the Captains car and sped off. It was some dark and sporty number so, with some very forgiving Saturday traffic, it wasn't long before we were on the A4 then M4 and heading west.

"How are you feeling?" he asked solicitously, taking his hand briefly off the gear stick and gently squeezing my thigh.

"Fine thank you, all the better for that delicious breakfast."

"I nipped in to Harvey Nics on the way home and bought some deli stuff for a picnic in case you're hungry later."

"Trying to fatten me up are you?" He laughed at me.

"On the contrary, I think you're perfect the way you are." I felt him look warmly at me but I ignored him and took in that particular beauty: the English Countryside.

We talked and laughed for an hour straight. I encouraged him to do most of the talking as I felt unsure of exactly how much I was willing to give away. How do you explain Beijing, Alpha and the life of a Kept Woman?

From the motorway I saw a church spire in the distance and was consumed with the idea of getting off motorway and into Real England as my foreign friends would say. My Captain agreed and suddenly we were drifting though tiny villages complete with thatched roofs, village post offices and Miss Marple apprehending a suspect in the vicarage.

We kept going, searching, in a jokie way, for the perfect English village. We near found it too. Cricket on the village green, the publican handing out pints to the watching crowd, a vicar on a bike and spring flowers overflowing from cottage gardens. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and I felt complete.

We parked the car near the church and wandered over to watch a couple of overs. The Captain grabbed a bag from the boot and slung it over his shoulder. The gentlemen of Kent were playing the gentlemen of Northglosfordshire or wherever we were.  The captain put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close. He kissed me on the temple. I closed my eyes and found myself creeping closer to his strong warmth.

After some minutes the Captain took my hand and we walked beside the green to a small knot of trees. A yellow arrow indicated a public footpath so we followed it feeling like pilgrims. Elderflowers brushed at our sides and sunlight through leaves bathed the path in that peculiar acid green that always screams SPRING!

We followed the path, holding hands, crossing fields of lambs (which always reminds me of mint sauce and roast potatoes, yum), oil seed rape and poppies. We toiled upwards, following the path up a hill to a ridge where it seemed like the whole county was set in a patchwork before us. Hedgerows carefully bordered each neatly farmed field and those very English little villages and hamlets dotted the landscape. I breathed deeply, feeling months of Beijing pollution and stress leave my body. A Red Kite swooped lazily above us, riding the thermals.

The Captain had his arms around me again and we stood still taking it all in. He kissed my hair, an intimate gesture that shocked me slightly. This was all getting very cosy.

How To Get Ready In Half An Hour

I dashed to the bathroom, swallowing any uncertainty, doubt and what, if I were a normal, moral, person would be called guilt but I prefer to call uneasiness. I tore off my clothes and turned the shower on full. I stepped under the hot water and felt my muscles relax. Without too much lingering I was straight into my ablution routine: shampoo, rinse shampoo, condition, exfoliate body, rinse off, slather on body wash, shave important bits (legs, underarms), apply face wash, rinse everything off-  conditioner, body wash and face wash- scrub teeth during final rinse.

Hop out the shower, towel dry hair and flip it into a turban. Chaff yourself with a soft towel until dry then deodorant and on with body lotion (dry skin becomes old skin). Body finished, turn next to face. Quick, quick, moisturize this too. Wash excess moisturizer off hands as it makes hair greasy.

Go find clothes (hope they aren't at the bottom of the wardrobe, dirty or wet from the wash and have most of their buttons) and put on appropriate underwear. Back to the bathroom. Blow dry and style hair. Put on all make up apart from lip color. Back to the bedroom. Get dressed. Hurry now, he'll be here soon. Back to the bathroom. Apply lip color or gloss or gunk or whatever. Last mascara coating. Moisturize hands. Perfume! Spray air above hair and neck and wrists at least. Check hair. Check clothes. Find handbag & make sure you have everything you need. Leave it by the front door. Pick perfect shoes and put them on.

Go and have a nice cup of tea or find a book and read calmly until he arrives. Hear the knock on the door walk slowly to the front door. Smile genuinely before you open it. Kiss him briefly on the lips and tell him you're almost ready. Set the house alarm. Pick up hand bag, final check of phone, keys and wallet - not that you'll need it, surely your gentleman is paying? - and leave the house, checking you've locked the door.

Now, wasn't that easy?

Speaking to Alpha

I called Alpha straight away. He picked up after the first ring and his deep voice sent shivers down my spine.

"Hello baby, what have you been doing?" I gulped. Wouldn't you like to know.

"Just a night out darling. I saw SH and Kylie and some of my old set. I even sang."

"Did you behave?"

"You know me..."

"Yes I do you naughty little girl. How many poor fools are drooling over the thought of you this morning?" I laughed convincingly but felt a little heartsick. What? You thought I was completely without a conscience?

"What else are you doing today?"

"Oh I thought I would spend the day in the country. It's beautiful outside."

"See your mother you mean?"

"No. I may go see her in a couple of weeks or she'll come up and go to the Kuniyoshi exhibition at the RA and we'll have lunch. You know Mother."

"Sadly I do. OK, I'm going to have to go. Be good and try not to spend all my money."

"Love you too."

"Bye"

I hung up. Alpha and I didn't need to say a lot but that doesn't mean I don't know the depth of his love for me. I glanced at my watch. Damn it I would have to be quick if I was going to be ready for the Captain.

I felt another twinge of discomfort. Perhaps I should cancel the Captain? Everything had felt so electric with him and, as much as I might enjoy being the whore, I didn't want feelings to get mixed up.

I never have been able to restrain myself in situations where I think I might be able to get the fellow to fall for me. I had that feeling now with the Captain. I would go and get ready and we would see what will come of it.

Confess Ye Sinners and Repent!

Ok I'm going to go a little off track here. Every time I log on to my typepad home page I click and see the stats of how many people have visited my page. Some days it's good - for me anyway - around 35 clicks. Sometimes not so good - 3 or 4. I know this is partly my fault for not churning out enough posts to keep interest up. Though please believe me when I say I'm trying to get better.

Anyway so when I look I can see what pages people looked at. The Lift is a popular post. A lot of people seem to look at the Confessional page and the Kept Woman Essentials page. Sadly neither are really up to snuff at the moment. The Confessional because no one has been to confess and the Kept Woman Essentials page because it looks rubbish and I haven't done anything to fix it yet. Naughty Kept Woman.

I want to make it better. I want to make The Kept Woman great. It's about my life so it should be as best as it can be after all.

So please dear reader, I beg. Confess to The Kept Woman. Tell me your deepest desires and your wickedest wishes. Tell me about the time your boyfriend spanked you. Or when you joined the mile high club. Or when you finally kissed your best girl friend and decided it was better than boys. Or became a mistress for a wealthy Frenchman. Or moved to Zimbabwe for love.

I promise, promise, promise NOT to reveal your identity (unless you want me to of course!) and won't pass on your details to anyone else. You may spank me if I do.

You can email your confession at thekeptwoman@live.com or click on the Confessional page and enter your details there. Don't worry, no one will see your email address.

Looking forward to hearing from you!

XXX

The Morning After

I woke late to find the sun streaming through my windows. I yawned and stretched and reveled in the feeling of my body waking up. I looked about wondering why I felt like there was something missing. Phone? Check. Jewelry? Check. Naked man in bed with me... No.

I tried to stifle a strong sense of disappointment. He had already gone. No note, no "Hey, great shag," nothing.

Bugger.

Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger.

I slapped myself back down on the bed and lay there. I closed my eyes and covered them with my hands, scrunching my eyes tight so that I started to see colors and stars.

Bugger.

I let out a tightly wound sigh and then breathed in deeply through my nose. Which twitched. What was that smell? Jesus it was delicious. Unbidden my body raised itself out of bed and dragged on my pearl gray cashmere tracksuit bottoms and a white Frette sleep shirt. I grabbed a black hair tie and quickly flipped my hair into a messy bun.

I padded quietly down the stairs, stopping in the bathroom to wipe off the worst of my makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that my skin was pale, my eyes looked unnaturally large this morning and my lips looked kissed and bruised. I touched my bottom lip and remembered the Captain kissing me. I touched my collar bone and remembered him kissing me there too. My arms rose goosebumps and I turned away to continue downstairs to the kitchen.

As I got to the ground floor, where the front door, lounge and access to the garden are, I stopped, listening to the strains of Classic FM coming from the kitchen in the basement and my Roberts Revival DAB radio. I continued down the steps and paused a few stairs from the bottom. The sight that met me was of my Captain pottering about the kitchen as if he belonged there.

On the table sat a jug of Bloody Marys and places set for two. The Captain was standing at the Rangemaster with his back to me. He was wearing his jeans which were low slung on his hips. I admired his tawny skin and the smooth long lines of his broad shoulders and strong arms. He must have sensed me because he turned then and saw me. Smiling he came towards me and pulled me down the last few steps and into the kitchen.

"You're awake then? I was just about to come wake you up for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?"

"Well, brunch. Do you like Bloody Marys?" He lifted the jug to pour me a glass.

"Ohhhh yes please." He poured it out and I took an appreciative slurp. Beautiful. Just the right amount of heat, vodka, pepper and horseradish. I stirred it with the celery stick and took another drink.

"This is great!"

"Thanks. I was a bartender at Dukes during my gap year and I like to think I've never quite lost the knack." He turned back to the stove and started plating up. "I hope you're hungry. I wasn't sure what you ate so I got a bit of everything."

"Starved. Don't worry, I eat a bit of everything."

"Perfect." The Captain came over to the table and put two plates down and slipped into the chair opposite. The plate was overflowing with grilled mushrooms, baked beans, buttered toast, grilled tomatoes, and, god my favorite, two beautifully poached eggs benedict, with its hollandaise spreading oozingly over the plate. I moaned in greedy rapture and stuck my knife into the quivering egg. The vicious yellow yolk poured out.

"God these are perfect. Don't tell me all of this was in my house. The house keepers a gem but doesn't spoil me this much."

"I spent a few months at Leiths during the day when I wasn't bar-tending during my gap year. My mother never cooked when I was a child. She simply never learned because her mother never learned and if you didn't learn you didn't have to. Plus I knew that cooking would help to encourage beautiful women to tumble into bed with me."

"Work often does it?"

"You should try my crème brûlée."

"I don't need to, this hollandaise is fabulous. You went out then, this morning?"

"I went to the farmers market on Ebury Street. I borrowed your key, I hope you don't mind."

I said I didn't and went back to eating my brunch. We chatted comfortably until our plates were empty and I sat back and rubbed my expanding belly. I asked him what his plans were today he replied,

"How about I help you with the dishes and then we take a drive in my car? The weather is beautiful and it seems a shame to spend the day in the city."

I blinked twice at him.

"You want to spend the day with me?"

"I do. Let's do the dishes then I'll cab home and change and get my car then we can potter off." I had a huge smile on my face and agreed quickly. We did the dishes together, I washed and he dried. He laughed at my marigolds and kissed soap bubbles from my nose.

I saw him from the front door and we kissed briefly on the front step. He walked up the road towards the Pimlico Road and I waited until he was almost out of sight before I closed the door and went up to have a shower with an absurd smile on my face.

Before I could shower of course, I would have to call Alpha.

The Perfect Moment

There is a moment, in every coupling that is perfect.

The Perfect Moment.

It is those few seconds when he is on the brink of entering you for the first time. You can feel him right at the entrance to your pussy and you both watch each others eyes carefully. There is this heartbeat of time when he slides in and both your eyes turn black with fulfilled longing and lust. It is like the unwinding of a spring, or letting out a held breath, or holding a butterfly on your hand until it flies off.

Next time you are with a new lover try it and you will see.

Wait until he is just about to slide into you and look him deep in the eye. Feel his cock as it pushes into you and your body relaxes to accommodate it. Look and see how his pupils enlarge and blacken. Look at that breath come out, the one he didn't know he was keeping. Feel as it happens to your own body. Relax as your body picks up that ancient rhythm that seems to be in our bones as your bodies join and you begin that subtle dance.

Perfect.

Oh Captain my Captain!

The Captain kicked open the bedroom door and strode into my bedroom. I clasped his neck and felt oddly weightless. The Captain kissed me a final time before dropping gently onto my Westin Heavenly Bed. I watched him through heavy eyes as he quickly stripped down to his underwear. I could see how hard he was and tried to hold back a coo of appreciation. He picked up one foot, removed one shoe and dropped it on the floor. He briefly caressed my foot, running a gentle finger tip along the arch of my foot, then replaced it on the bed. Then he lifted my other foot and did the same thing. Next came my jewelry, bracelets, watch, rings, necklaces, all removed with the same methodical gentleness. Stripped of my baubles I shivered as if already naked. The Captain pulled me into a sitting position and wiggled my dress up, I put my arms in the air and held his gaze as he removed that too. I felt vulnerable and soft. He put his hands behind my back to undo my bra but he couldn't find it underneath all my hair. I tried to help by pushing my hair into curling piles on my head and holding it there. His eyes never left mine as he freed my breasts. I dropped my hands again so that he could unhook the bra straps from around my arms.

That left me in my knickers as I sat alone in the bed, staring trustingly at this man whom I had met a scant hour before stripped me near naked.

I lay back against the pillows again and lifted my hips as he hooked a gentle thumb beneath the waist band and pulled them slowly and lovingly down my legs. My knickers went the way of the rest of my clothes, like so much flotsam and jetsam on the carpet.

The Captain stood over me a few moments longer, his gaze raking my body, burning me with its heat. My nipples came up hard and I could feel the blood rush to my groin making me slick with an already heightened desire.

The Captain, my Captain, sat beside me on the bed and I graciously moved to the center so that he would be able to lie next to me. He obliged and propped himself up on one arm. He watched me carefully and trailed another gentle, questing finger from my collar bone down my chest to the tip of my pink, hard nipples. I closed my eyes in near prayer then felt his lips kiss the subtle path his finger had already laid.

My back arched as he reached my sensitive nipples as he nipped and sucked with playful teeth and tongue.

Suddenly he was finding a new path down my stomach, stopping to admire my navel and tickle my sensitive hip bone. He growled with pleasure at my smoothly waxed pussy and spent the next few minutes coaxing an orgasm from me. I lay back and let the waves of pleasure flow and build as he nibbled and licked my clit, sucking it hard in turns. I started to tense as I felt myself near the peak until suddenly he slipped a deft finger inside of me and rubbed that magical spot that sings in the key of G. I shuddered and gasped at the orgasm that ripped through my slender body. He held me down at my center, determined that I would experience as much pleasure as he could ring from me.

When at last he stopped and sat back with a self satisfied grin on his face and I caught my breath, I looked at him with a glassy stare. He moved towards me and over me and nudged my knees apart so that he could be between my body. I reached into the pot beside my bed and flipped a condom at him. He pulled it on in a second and I felt his cock at the entrance of my pussy and lifted my hips in unconscious welcome.

He pushed gently but I was so wet he slid all the way inside me on the first thrust. I gasped and watched his eyes as they turned black and glossy. God but he felt so good. He quickly built up a rhythm and I lifted my hips to meet his.

The angle, the feeling, the look on his face... all of it was enough to send me helterskelter towards another powerful orgasm. I watched it come and closed my eyes, as I tend to do, when I know it's about to happen. He hoarsely demanded that I keep my eyes open and look at him when I came. I obliged and, seeing the look of near wonder on his face, came immediately. The contractions (yoga and Pilate's are good for something at least) tipped him over the edge too and he came shuddering inside me.

We lay there, like two survivors of a wreck, for some time until I came to my senses to find him kissing me again. I mumbled drowsily as he pulled back the sheets and clambered into bed, settling me around him and tucking us both in so that my bottom fitted snugly against his hips. He laughed a low rumble and said,

"You're right! Your sheets are nice."

"White Company."

I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting away until my eyes snapped open in sudden alarm.

"Will you stay?" I asked in a quite voice unlike my normal one.

"Of course I will."

He pulled me closer and kissed my ear as I fell into a gentle slumber.