he shoved her
against the glass
he took pains to be sure that the
glass behind them would reflectcapture what was happening behind her he hired a girl about her heighther enthusiasm which he remembered and hoped she still
exhibited
he assumed her flame
hadnt diminished
he wasnt going to
risk being overwhelmed anif she was not she could watch that he hadnt been
Can you see Can you see
I can hardly see, the angle’s
off.
Ah
they paused he told her to keep it warm
he
acquired a second freestanding glass and angled them in her periphery
Now Can you see now
he watched her eyes move
leftright she then stared at her faceglancing
side to side she smiled
Yes, perfectly. I can see your back;
I can see me watching me.
he pushed her head nearer the
mirror maybe a head away
Again
now only
her eyes moved swinging leftright back
and forth back and forth
Yes. I can see us perfectly.
Fine
he pulled her away from the glass she fixated on their reflections
Is this for a game?
A game of sorts
Would you like to practise I . .ah think, I wouldn’t mind
helping you practise.
Thats kind of yo . .
. . I’m not looking for kindness.
she
smiled wickedly he liked her sharp
canines showing just beyond her lips
I have your number
Yes. I hope you use it.
he smiled wickedly
We will
see eh
Eh? Like that. Perhaps we will. she set him with her
steelygrey eyes on his Please.
an ache encroached his cock
Perhaps
Thank you for not lying.
she turnedfaced him her hands on his biceps I want a kiss, though.
he kissed her deeplysurprised by
his passion
she kissed as deeply
her groan honest
they broke their kiss exactly together
I like your game.
Thank you
at the couch seated before the
fireplace raindrops tearing on the
glasspanes dribbling excited prisms were
silent witnessesmute observers as they talked over their first drinktheir first
together in Five years is it? she
asked Please Coy is not your strong suit Six years. Six an months she smiledleaned her head briefly to his
shoulder her thick black hair smelled
good
the barmaid apologised it appeared their table was running late as a courtesy she wanted to offer them a
drink on the house
Yes she whispered breathlessly
Thank you I appreciate your gesture Yes please The same again
as the barmaid left she asked him
if he was trying to get her tipsy
No
she pouted
No?
Why would I want you tipsy
Maybe, perhaps – too many perhaps
had passed into his ears laying like fat lazy cats on telephone numbers sprawlinglanguishing on
possibilities -- perhaps
I’d like to be tipsy.
Not anesthetised Tipsy
the
game commencing?
Tipsy. Pleasantly tipsy . .
memories then drift up on a high lazy tide . .
. . Like flower petals
Petals . . yes . . their musk
wetted.
halfway through their second
drink the girl fetched them they
stood the barmaid tookup their drinks on
a tray and lead the way
he guided her by her elbow to
follow and he followed behind her
he was keen to inhalebreathe in
the scent of each
he could have closed his eyes and
not stumbled as they walked to the diningroom
entering the roomjust inside the
mirrored door This is a really nice
room.
Ive stayed here before I thought since I had to come down to meet you
Id spend the night
I . . have a room across the
street.
You also have a husband and
children
Please, stop.
Let’s not think, shall
we?
Perhaps
she caught his drift wrinkledup
her nose
I suppose I own perhapses, and maybes.
You do Some courts would find you
guilt of cocktease
Cocktease. she stood with her back to the door You think I’m a cocktease? she leanedup against him she was small
he could feelwas aware of her breast at his diaphragm his nose caressed the crown of her head the back of her headhe remembered smelled the same
she had to feel him growing
against her belly
A cocktease
she didnt put her arms around
him
she leaned heavier against him
he burrowed against herhe could
feel her rhythmic breathing he could imagine
the things he could do to herthe things he masturbated to
he pinioned her aroundpushed his
cock to the furrow of her spinegrabbed
her wrists and placed her hands on the door to either side of the glass
Keep your
hands there donmove em Look into the
mirrorusing only your eyes Donlook at me
she saw
he liked the wincethe spark in her spine its sudden rigidness he grabbed her tits fiercelypinched her
nipples hard he groaned
the groan was calling her bluff
an inarticulate Cock Tease
she shivered
Stop
she didnt say anything
I should take you to your hotel
he did
which was fine he had
another number
1212 or 0012, Saturday,
9 1. 21
1514, Sunday,
17 1. 21
