Chapter 9

Emily got up and walked over to a filing cabinet near the desk. "Let's see, the number is in here someplace," she said as she bent over one of the drawers.

As Paul watched, he knew that she was bending over a little more than she had to, to give him a better view of her full, lush hips straining against the tight white nurse's uniform.

"Yes, here it is."

The uniform was still midway up her generous thighs as she walked back, and she did not bother to pull it down as she stood next to Paul to dial the number. He ran his hand lightly over the back of her knee and then up the inside of her creamy white thigh until he felt her panties; she bent over him and put her arms around her neck.

"I like you, Paul," she murmured into his ear. "I liked you right from the first moment you walked in the door."

"Yes, I liked you too...even your coolness." He laughed softly.

"I know. Sometimes I'm like that. But I don't feel that way now...cool, I mean."

"Mmmmmm, I love the smell of your hair," Paul said as she put her face close to his.

Paul unbuttoned the front of her uniform all the way to her waist; she was not wearing a bra. She moaned softly into his ear and she shivered.

"Wait a minute," she said, "I want to make sure the place is locked up."

She walked over to the door and pushed the lock; she stood for a minute, her back turned to him, her hand resting on the lock. Then, with a shake of her red hair, she turned and walked back to where he was sitting. The front of her uniform, still open to the waist, allowed her full, pink-tipped breasts to swing freely as she walked. The sight of her ample breasts swinging and jiggling sent the blood rushing to Paul's head.

"Come here," he said huskily.

He slipped the uniform from her creamy white shoulders, pushing it down to her waist. Now her breasts were free and he took one in each hand and squeezed, feeling her lovely white mounds harden under his hand. She unbuttoned his shirt and buried her face in the thick black hairs on his chest; he felt her tongue searching out his small male nipples, giving each one a wet, biting kiss. She ran her hand down his back and over his buttocks. Sighing, her breath coming in short heavy pantings, she reached around for the front of his pants and with her long, delicate, slim fingers she traced the outline of his pulsing sex. Quickly and with trembling fingers she undid his buckle and tugged the pants over his hips. She stopped only to admire his upraised sex and give it a playful squeeze, then undid the remaining buttons of her own uniform; it slipped to the floor. She wore no panties and Paul could feel his own breath coming faster as he ran his fingers through the tuft of flaming red hair between her generous thighs. She moaned and rubbed her breasts against his naked chest.

"Wait a minute, darling," she whispered in his ear.

Emily knelt in front of him. She pressed his throbbing sex against her cheek, then took him into her mouth...slowly...in and out, and he groaned with pleasure as he moved back and forth inside her warm smooth wet mouth. Deftly, with both hands, she caressed the insides of his thighs, sending shivers through his body. He was close now, he could feel it coil and uncoil, could feel it gathering inside his body, in his balls, coiling and uncoiling, ready to shoot into her open willing mouth.

And Emily too was groaning, wanting him to give it to her this way, wanting his thick hot sperm in her mouth and down her throat. Cupping his balls in her hand, she squeezed and tugged them gently. She wanted to take his balls into her mouth and suck on them. But now he was pushing into her mouth faster and faster...and deeper, causing her to gag as the hot tip of his penis reached all the way to the back to her throat. Her hand went to the root of his sex, and she pulled, sliding her fingers up and down, pulling, stroking, as if coaxing the liquid from deep within his body. Doubly caressed, by her hand and by her mouth, he came in long hot spurts, his penis deep in her mouth. Small animal-like sounds came from her as she greedily swallowed his semen, pulling the last drop from the tip of his cock with a gentle suction of her moist mouth.

Emily fell backwards on the floor, her eyes closed, her full white thighs open to reveal her own swollen sex...on fire it seemed, surrounded as it was by the leaping red curls of her pubic hair. Paul knelt between her legs and cupped her wet sex with his hand; he rubbed her large swollen clitoris and she gasped and raised her hips; she moaned and emitted little sounds of pleasure between half parted lips; she arched her back and ran her lingers through her hair in a frenzy of delight.

While still caressing her pink sex, he inserted a finger, gently, into her belly, feeling her tighten around it, then relax. Deeper he probed, with two fingers now, feeling her relax and widen. With three fingers inside her slippery open hole, the juices poured from her and, with a long gasping moan, she came, the long sweet orgasm shaking her lovely body.

"Oh, now, darling...now!" she gasped. "Oh, yes, put it in...all the way...I don't care if it hurts."

Her words excited him and quickly he slipped between her moist thighs, pushing into her.

"Oh, I'm so big now, I'm so open," she sighed as his big penis slipped deep within her.

"Mmmmmm...oh...yes, yes, push it in all the way...I want to feel it come up my throat," she cried. "Oh God, that feels good."

She raised her legs, bringing them back against her heaving chest; she wanted every inch of him inside her. When she felt him in all the way, she began a slow rocking motion with her hips; the warm liquid now streamed down her legs, and their flesh, as it met, made small smacking sounds. Suddenly she pulled away from him; she turned around and got down on all fours.

"Oh, do it this way," she moaned, raising her white ass high in the air. "Oh, oh, oh, God, I can't stand it!" she gasped as she felt his swollen, hot prick slip between her thighs, into her warm wet belly.

"Hold it like that, darling," she murmured.

Emily backed up against him, rubbing her open cunt against his front. She pulled back a little way, but shuddered as she felt him slipping out. Her sleek flanks fluttering, quivering, she reached back and sighed as her fingers closed around his hard slippery shaft. She tugged gently on his sex, so stiff and hot and wet with her own juices. She felt him tense and then push into her; he moved faster and his powerful hands found her pendulous breasts, rubbing and squeezing them with a milking action that nearly drove her out of her mind with delight. They came together, in a frenzy, no longer having any control over the movement of their bodies.

Exhausted, breathing heavily, they stayed in the same position, resting. Paul laid his chest on her fleshy back and then slowly and delicately caressed her breasts. Her nipples were softer now.

"Oh, darling," Emily whispered, but she had to wait to catch her breath before continuing: "Oh, it was never like that before...that was so fine. Was it good for you too?"

"Yes, it was."

Yes, it was good, he thought to himself. Lying here, with the smell of her warm flesh in his nostrils, he had been lost in a daydream...of a day, warm and sunny, long ago, a lovely day when something nice had happened; but he couldn't remember just what it was. Now, coming back to the present, he felt as if a part of himself that had been long buried had been revealed to him once again; he felt something that he hadn't felt in many years. But now it was gone and he felt cheated; the disappointment was clearly visible on his face.

"What's the matter, darling?"

"Nothing." He wanted desperately to catch that feeling again; it was as if his whole existence, his whole being had stopped and was waiting, breathless, for the memory and the feeling to return. But he couldn't catch it, only glimpses, now meaningless...a silver tree, the sun, but nothing more. Why had it happened ?

She gave him a quick glance, then looked away as if she was embarrassed. She reached between his legs to fondle his sex, then bent over to kiss him there, running her tongue along the shaft that had brought her such pleasure.

Paul groaned and moved his body away from her caress. The elusive memory was still flitting in the dark corners of his mind, tantalizingly close and yet, he knew, lost.

"You aren't going, are you?" she asked. Her voice had an edge of panic.

"Soon," he answered quietly.

His mind was flooded with images, past and present: the car, the trip, Cindy, a sunlit day many years ago, Emily. But it wouldn't come together; it didn't make any sense. He put his hand on Emily's warm thigh. He wanted this woman, this woman he liked, to ease his mind. But he didn't know how to ask.

"Don't go yet, Paul," she pleaded. She sat up and held his head in her lap. Her voice shook as she continued. "You know, I've been thinking...the doctor won't be back for a few days...."

"A few days? I thought you said he'd be here tomorrow." Paul looked up into her face, but Emily would not meet his gaze.

"Well, I told you that...because I wanted you to come back; I wanted to see you again." He could see that she was trying hard not to cry.

"Don't worry, darling, there's no problem about the pills," she said quickly. "I'll get them for you before you leave. In fact, I'll get them right now; it won't take a minute."

"No, don't go. I don't care about the pills."

She brushed the hair away from his forehead and smiled down at him.

"Well," she continued brightly, "like I was saying, the doctor won't be back for awhile...oh darling, we could have the place to ourselves. I've got the keys to the house. And...well...you could rest here for a couple of days...."she hesitated-"you are running away from something, aren't you Paul?...but I don't care, whatever it is, I just want you to stay for a few days. And then...well, when you're ready to leave, you can leave."

"Running away?" he mused. "Yes, I'm running."

"It's another woman, isn't it, Paul?" Emily tried hard to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Paul suddenly felt sorry for her.

"Yes."

"And you can't stay, even for a day."

"No."

"Well, it was worth a try." She sighed. "I'll fix you something to eat...and I'll get the pills."

Paul wanted somehow to comfort her; but, he thought, it probably would make her feel worse.

"Why don't you take a shower, Paul?" She was standing by the door, her red hair framing the pale skin of her face; it made her green eyes dark as emeralds. "Here," she said, tossing him the keys, "the shower is right through there." She indicated a door on his right. "I'll call you when I have the food ready."

Emily blew him a kiss, then disappeared through the door. The sight of her full, milk-white bottom sent a shiver through his body. He wanted to make love to her again and he knew that she would want it too...even though he was going to leave.

Paul unlocked the door leading from the office into the doctor's private house. Finding the shower, he hurriedly removed his clothes and got in, turning the water on full force. It felt good, the tiny jets of water stinging his skin.

A few minutes later and Emily peeked around the curtain.

"Everything will be ready in a minute," she said cheerfully. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

Paul slid the curtain aside and helped her in. "Here, give me the soap and I'll wash you," she said.

Paul handed her the soap, then turned around. She soaped his back and shoulders, then reached around to his chest. She pressed herself tightly against him, working her fingers down his body until she reached the stiff black hair around his prick.

"I love the feel of you here." She sighed as she slowly soaped his balls and his cock. With a deft motion, she ran her slippery hand between his muscular buttocks. "That feels good, doesn't it darling?" she murmured. "This too...." She gently inserted her finger partway into his anus, while, with her other hand, she squeezed and pulled on his prick.

"Here," she said as she handed him the soap and moved around in front of him. She turned the water pressure down, then stiffened a little as she felt his hand slip between her thighs. But gradually, as her clenched buttocks relaxed, she moaned softly.

"Darling," she finally said, turning around and pressing close against him, "take me to bed."

They dried each other leisurely, exchanging only a few words. They both knew that Paul would leave, but for the moment it didn't matter. Finally he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

As they lay side by side on the bed, Paul felt a moment of indecision. Perhaps he would stay here with Emily. He liked her; he liked her more, maybe, than he had ever liked another woman. It was a comfortable feeling and making love with her was good...but somehow Cindy was still there. Funny, he thought to himself, he wasn't sure he even liked Cindy, not the way he liked Emily, anyway. With Cindy he always felt a little uncomfortable and so did she, he thought; it was as if there was an undeclared war between them, as if they were always angry with each other but afraid to express it. He felt almost like laughing, if only to relieve the tension inside his head; he still couldn't think about Cindy without also wanting her. He did want her, even now, with Emily's hand gently squeezing his prick. But he could put Cindy out of his mind, at least for now.

"Fuck me, Paul," Emily whispered.

She turned over onto her stomach and raised her bottom high into the air. Paul moved around and knelt behind her opened thighs; he spread her sex and put just the tip of his prick into her; but as he was about to slide further into her, she pulled away and looked back at him.

"Paul, do it the other way." She spread her thighs wide, revealing her tiny, clenched anus.

He pulled her cheeks apart and slowly worked the tip of his prick into her virgin slit. Emily stifled a cry of pain as she felt him enter her bottom, but she pushed back hard, impaling herself on his thick rod of flesh. When the pain became too much, her head flopped down on the bed.

Paul grabbed her by the hips and worked his way deeper and deeper into her tight channel, feeling her tighten and relax, tighten and relax, until finally he was in her all the way. Then, slowly, he drew back, slipping out of her tight warm flesh. She gasped as she felt him leave her and she pushed back. He worked faster now, in and out, feeling her loosen with each stroke. Emily moaned softly and her breath came in short gasps. Paul could feel it coming, he could feel it building inside his loins, that sweet pressure...and then with a gasp he exploded inside her, shooting his hot sperm deep into her vitals.

They lay quietly, listening to each other breathing. Emily stroked Paul's hair.

"I know you have to go, darling, but stay for just a little while," she whispered.

"Yes, I will." He kissed her.