As Claire prepared to make her last visits of the day, she felt the rain begin to fall. Although she didn't need the money and returned what she earned to the charity, she kept this to herself. She liked the contrast this provided to her previous life, and it was refreshing to be a part of something that wasn't shallow, full of egos, and backstabbing.

Unlike many cold callers, Claire's mood lifted whenever her knock or ringing of a bell or buzzer prompted the sound of barking from inside. She was helping out the dog rescue, so hearing sounds like these suggested the probability she was wasting her time had already diminished significantly whenever this happened.

Donald had been washing his dishes when the flat's buzzer sounded, and Molly immediately went into her usual noisy and aggressive sounding mode. It always meant Donald couldn't hear a word of what was being said through the intercom, although the postman and Donald had come to an arrangement to avoid the mayhem, so Donald knew it wasn't him.

With some difficulty, Donald and Claire managed to have something resembling a conversation through Molly's loud displeasure at the buzzer. In the end, Donald decided he would go to the communal entrance and speak to Claire in person, as he didn't want to discourage someone who loved dogs, which was apparent from what they were trying to do.

"I already help out in a very modest way. It's all I can afford, but even though she wasn't a rescue dog, one look at Molly means I couldn't turn my back on the shelter, even if I wanted to, which I don't." Donald explained.

Claire had no doubt whatsoever that Donald meant what he said, and when the rain began to fall more heavily, Donald's offer of respite from it and a chance to meet Molly was one Claire was happy to accept.

"If she tries to hump your leg, I apologise in advance. Molly's a little more modern than I am in such matters and somewhat fluid in her preferences when it comes to humans, unlike her daddy," Donald said in a lighthearted but necessary warning.

Claire's conversations when doing her charity work varied. However, she felt sure if there were a trophy for the most memorable, it would definitely be on Donald's mantlepiece after the award had been given out.

"I'm sorry. I'll have to stop. I can't giggle and climb stairs at the same time," Claire said, coming to a temporary halt.

Once she had regained her composure. Claire followed Donald into his flat. Claire's eyes fell on a scene where almost everything she saw was for, or about, Molly, as the girl herself raced towards her visitor and treated her like a long-lost friend immediately.

Donald explained that his health condition required him to work from home and that Molly's daily walk to the park was his main source of social contact.

"The dog crowd. They're our essential dose of reality, aren't they?" Claire answered with a smile.

Donald smiled at Claire's observation as it matched his own view perfectly.

"I struggle once their conversation drifts into politics, TV, or gossip about some attention-seeker I've never heard of, but then I'm sure they'd feel the same if I started talking about my own boring fascinations, which is why I tend to stick to chatting about Molly!" Donald said unapologetically.

"I understand what you're saying, even if it's from a different perspective," Claire said, her own life being the kind of subject that fitted perfectly into the area of conversation Donald had said he attempted to steer clear of.

Donald never felt the need to apologise for his simple life and was relieved that he had enough milk to make coffee for himself and Claire.

"This is a lovely way to spend time in the real world. Thank you for your hospitality," Claire said with a genuine smile of happiness.

After thanking Donald, Claire explained how her upbringing, which included being born into notorious wealth, made her life unrecognisable to most people. She also said this lifestyle had made her want to seek out what she saw as the real world and real people as soon as she had been old enough to make the decision to do so herself.

"Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and perhaps I am, but I find out who the good guys are this way and don't have to hack my way through layers of pretentiousness to do so," Claire explained, smiling at Donald and Molly.

As Donald and Claire chatted, the only break came with an incoming call to Claire's phone. Claire felt slightly embarrassed explaining that she'd like to take the call, as it was from her daughter. She told Donald she felt honoured that a twenty-year-old still called her mum regularly, and so Donald excused himself, taking Molly with him. Donald had done this because Molly had gone berserk at the sound of the ringtone, just as she always did with entry buzzers, doorbells, and anything else she found sinister.

Once Claire had finished her call, she shouted to Donald to let him know. Donald and Molly returned to their living room, prompting Claire to summarise the parts of the conversation she felt Donald might find interesting.

"I've explained I'm with some fascinating company at the moment and told my children they will have to fend for themselves," Claire said. She did this with a smile and a look of mischief, which those who were more clued up than Donald would probably have recognised.

"Did you hear that, Molly? Claire likes you," Donald said, proving that not everything always went over his head.

As they continued to chat, Claire looked at Donald and realised that whilst his naivety was a challenge, it was actually charming in its own way. Yes, she had a sense he could be cheeky when the mood took him, but he appeared to have no real sense of her efforts to manufacture a way to be able to spend as much time as it took to get to know him in the way she had decided she wanted to.

"One of the aspects of my personality only a very select few know about is my love of spontaneity," Claire said as Donald waited to hear the explanation he had anticipated would follow.

Donald hadn't expected Claire's follow-up to consist of a slow kiss easing onto his lips. However, as he was aware of his own lack of expertise in reading others' signals, he was grateful for Claire's forwardness, as well as dumbfounded by it.

"Was I supposed to know that was about to happen? If so, I'm sorry, but I didn't," Donald said once Claire had momentarily eased her lips from his.

"That you didn't expect what just happened is probably the main reason it did, Donald," Claire said, knowing Donald might experience surprises that would put a long, slow kiss firmly in the shade, shock-wise if she had her way.

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Although Claire's advances had taken Donald completely by surprise, he ensured she knew they were welcome and could continue for as long as she saw fit. Claire understood her forwardness was something Donald probably had little or no hint of, and she sought to reassure him.

"I'm a little in your face if you're not used to it, but that's my way, just as your way is to you. I'm sure we'll find a way to meet in the middle somewhere, although here would be a nice place to start," Claire said as she peeled off her sweater and pointed to the outline of her erect nipples beneath her top.

"Molly and a bone have a date in the kitchen; I'll be right back," Donald said, glad his friend's loyalty and obedience were so easily bought.

Once seated on the sofa, Donald lifted Claire's top up and over her head and felt Claire's lips return to his own as Claire lifted his hands onto her breasts by way of gentle direction.

"Feel free to make suggestions of your own; I'm just getting the ball rolling, that's all," Claire whispered.

Claire was both delighted and surprised by the careful desire to please Donald demonstrated as he stroked her nipples and caressed her breasts together with a sensual kiss. When Donald's lips slipped onto her nipples and his touch ran over her body, Claire felt the need for positive honesty.

"I'm very, very happy to be where I am, and I'm excited by the thought of where I hope you'll be going too," Claire said with a broad smile that widened as Donald's lips pursed on her nipples and his touch rested playfully on the buttons of her jeans.

"I'll help you with those in case they're a little stiff, although I can see they're in good company," Claire said, giving Donald's cock a playful squeeze through his trousers.

In terms of her growing delight, the most enjoyable aspect for Claire was that whatever Donald might have lacked in experience and prowess, he more than made up for by his eagerness to put her at the centre of everything he did. Attempts to remember occasions with a similar feel-good element took Claire further back in time than she might have wanted to go, but she was eager for Donald to realise he was doing far better than simply doing what he had been asked to.

"I'm buzzing for what you'll do next," Claire said with a giggle as she told Donald he had permission to abandon her breasts for as long as it took him to wrestle her out of her jeans.

"I'd do it myself, but I just think you'll have more fun trying if you let yourself," Claire said, her view proving to be entirely correct.

Donald slipped down Claire's body and began a predictably chaotic attempt to slip her jeans over her buttocks, thighs, and legs. It was a scene filled with giggles and laughter that Claire found far more arousing than neat efficiency could ever have achieved, and she loved it.

"It seems criminally inefficient to drag you back up top; now you're down there," Claire said, deciding to see how Donald interpreted her encouragement to focus his efforts where he had found himself.

Claire's words saw Donald slipping his touch inside her knickers and gently onto her gorged wetness to the sound of a giggle of approval. His fingers were soft, light, and slow as they sunk into Claire's body, and they did so to a dreamy sigh and brief summary.

"Retro at its best. I might get a little noisy, as I've got high hopes all of a sudden."

Without the need for prompting. Donald lifted his touch to remove Claire's knickers; he did so, pausing to plant kisses on her thighs midway through his efforts. Claire felt this was Donald truly showing his determination to excite and please her, and she found it erotic in a way that went beyond the mechanics of sex and more memorable than many acts in previous encounters that had not.

"That's turned the heat up," Claire said joyfully.

Donald re-took his previous position, returning his kisses to Claire's thighs. He also slipped his touch back inside her body and circled it slowly and gradually deeper. Claire was eager to let Donald know how aroused she was feeling and be clear about how she wanted him to take her to her seemingly inevitable climax.

"I want you to kiss me until I squeal, and I will, Donald," Claire demanded.

Claire's complete faith in Donald's ability to take her where she needed to be felt strange yet empowering to the man her encouragement was directed towards. It hadn't turned him into something he wasn't, but Donald decided Claire probably had a better idea of what would work than anyone else.

With Claire's words for him to 'enjoy it too' in his ears, Donald eased his touch and tongue into her eager body with a smile. Claire already felt her body warm with arousal, and the new pleasure brought a sweet sensation she welcomed with a contended sigh. The real world was excelling itself.

Claire's thoughts never strayed from where she was or who she was with once as she giggled and smiled at the beauty of Donald's efforts. His movements were blissful, his touch divine, and the prospect of further intensity on the horizon was a constant joy.

Claire's sounds of delight were Donald's reassurance. They were frequent, loud, and full of the emotion Claire hoped they would be. She was totally at the mercy of her erotic energy, and she was revelling in it.

When Claire's noises of pleasure increased in volume, Donald responded with kisses on her gorged clit that delivered a wave of sweet, erotic adrenaline. There was no need for Claire to reassure George he was on the money. Her body was screaming this out to him with everything it had.

Each exquisite kiss Donald planted and held inside Claire's blissfully excited body was longer and more intense. Claire had formed contingency plans in case things hadn't gone according to her script, and she saw symbolic pictures of them disappearing into the sky in the disordered images that had begun to flash before her eyes.

Claire had been very talkative throughout many previous encounters. Although she had not spoken to George about this, she briefly broke her concentration to put her enjoyment into context.

"I'm usually quite chatty when I'm turned on, but my brain's too full of good stuff to say anything sensible. That's really special," Claire stuttered, glad she had been able to voice just how much fun she was having.

One by one, Claire experienced all of the signals she recognised of an impending climax. She caught her breath often; her body felt hot and filled with surging sensations, and she had begun to squirm continuously beneath Donald's lips and tongue.

Sensing Claire's approaching finale, Donald focused on delivering the deepest, longest, most firm kiss inside Claire's body he could muster. It triggered the squeals of joy Claire had joked about earlier, but these were the genuine articles, and they rang out as her body ignited vigorously into climax.

Donald steadied Claire's twitching body. As he did so, he continued to plant fresh kisses inside it as she moaned and giggled to images of flashing light inside her head that were as sharp as those experienced in her finest erotic deliverances.

The energy of her climax stunned Claire, although she was too engrossed in everything to dwell on analysing it. What she focused on was enjoying the experience, and in Donald, she had a willing assistant.

Claire welcomed each fresh phase of her climax with an array of noises and gestures that conveyed the extraordinary nature of what Donald's attention had delivered. It didn't matter if it was circumstances, suppressed need, or a discovery of what mattered to her that was the driving force, at least not whilst it was ongoing.

Donald's devotion to his delightful task put all thoughts of stopping until he was advised to do so out of his mind. He felt sure Claire would keep him informed, and continuing was as far from a hardship as he could possibly imagine.

Claire felt her back arching in response to the latest phase of her climax and the cry of surprise as she felt it seemed more like that of a complete stranger than from herself. Whatever else Donald had stirred, he had somehow unlocked elements of erotic expression from her that she had never previously been aired.

Once Claire had replaced the joy of climax with the pleasure of a slow climb down, her enjoyment didn't diminish at all. She wanted to make the most of every aspect of her experience with Donald, and she did so with a determination equal to that of the man responsible for it.

Just as she had hoped. Claire enjoyed the last embers of her climax with Donald's arms wrapped around her. She would only know if he understood how much what they had shared meant to Claire once she told him, and the time for talking was still some time away, with dreams and re-living the experience to enjoy beforehand.

"Sweet dreams, I've got to make peace with Molly before I begin mine," Donald said, returning a few moments later, having found his dog sound asleep and snoring loudly in the kitchen.

***

Donald and Claire woke to smiles as they reflected on what they had shared earlier. They kissed and hugged for a short time until Claire decided to speak about their experience together.

"It was lovely. What I enjoyed most of all was realising it was going to be exactly what I had hoped for," Claire began.

Claire spoke about how she had enjoyed the mix of erotic pleasure and humour, even though some of the elements of the latter had been unintentional. Donald smiled at Claire's summary, saying she had spoken for him too, and Claire found this mattered to her more than she had thought it might.

Lying in bed with time at their disposal took the conversation in another direction. Claire had some anxiety over what she planned to say, but she wanted to be as honest with Donald as she felt sure he would wish to be with her.

"If I woke up with most men after our wonderful escapism and told them what I'm going to say to you, they'd probably either go into a huge sulk or chuck me out into the street and call me all sorts. But you're not most men; you're Donald, which is why I feel confident I can be as straight with you as I need to be.

From my own selfish point of view, I'm not prepared to run the risk of anything spoiling the memory I will always have of what you conjured up for me. It's not that I don't think you would; it's just that I want that to be my half of the story. If I can make your experience as memorable for you as mine was for me, that will be absolute perfection, but you'll need to be selfish for it to work properly, even if that's not in your nature.

The rest of our time together will be about you. So let me know what you've pictured when you dreamed about a woman saying that to you. As long as it's legal and practical, I'll try to give you a taste of what it's like for someone to have another person wanting to please them and desperate to do so," Claire said with a smile.

Donald understood what Claire had said to him but felt wary of suggesting something Claire might go along with to please him rather than being fun she would not have chosen for herself. He realised this was a dilemma that would only be resolved by speaking out honestly and letting Claire respond in a similar fashion.

"Kisses wherever you see fit to put them would sum up the gallery in my head. Wherever they land, I'll be very happy, I promise you." Donald said, laughing.

Claire already knew she would never regret spending time in the real world with Donald, but his words provided the perfect summary. He was happy for her to put herself at his disposal, but only in a way that she would have chosen for herself.'

"I'll remember that answer forever, Donald," Claire said, preparing to make sure Donald's experience was as special for him as what he had said to her.

Claire began her escapism with Donald by kneeling beside him, placing a kiss on his lips as she gently massaged his shoulders, arms, and chest. Both had smiles on their faces and a feeling of anticipation, and Claire was in no rush whatsoever.

Every kiss and movement brought its own sound of approval from Donald, and Claire found listening to them erotic in a way she would have struggled to explain but didn't try to. Donald has shown Claire the pleasure of giving, and she understood it, but between her kisses, she did so even more.

Donald was soon in a wonderful place in his head, although he didn't speak for fear of his words falling short of his joy. Claire had been there herself, so she understood and kept smiling.

Once Claire's touch and kisses had eased down Donald's body, she took hold of Donald's cock and kissed it gently with a giggle before massaging to a climax to the echo of sounds of delight from herself and Donald. It was a triumph for simplicity that seemed perfect to Claire, and Donald took a similar view also.

Claire continued to stroke Donald's cock, wanting the experience to deliver all that it could. Donald's joy was too chaotic to have suggested she should do otherwise, even if he had wanted her to.

Donald finally reached a point where he knew he couldn't reasonably expect Claire to continue. Molly clearly felt the same as she began to bark as Claire ceased her work on Donald. It provided another moment of smiles and laughter that was so fitting in something that had been so full of them.

Claire's charity work had always kept her in touch with reality, and Donald became equally important to her in the same way. Their lives may have been very different, but a chat, hug, or whatever else with Donald kept Claire's feet on the ground perfectly.