I knelt before her as she reached for me, her outstretched arms bent slightly at the elbows, her fingers splayed wide. I pulled my top over my head and took her fingers between mine, folding her arms into mine as she appeared to shy herself away. We kissed, her lips and tongue less hesitant than her arms.

"Not in here, Tony," she whispered. "Not in the daylight of the living room."

I stood and helped her to her feet, holding her in my arms when she stood upright. She acquiesced and granted consent for her skin to comingle with mine, elevating the sensory sparks that flowed through us, encouraging them to ignite. With her head down, she turned and led me to her bedroom, my hand held tenderly in both of hers. She stood by her bed and turned to kiss me again, placing her fingertips inside the waistband of my trousers, almost seeking permission to go further. I unzipped them and opened the button that held them closed, freeing them to fall to the floor, where I stepped lightly out of them and eased her onto the soft duvet that covered the mattress.

"Can you close that window blind for me, Tony, please?" she asked softly. "It's very bright in here."

I pulled the retaining chord and the blind fell softly, blanketing us in a dim iridescence that shrank our world in a soft beige radiance. Lynn was on her side, her knees bent slightly, her lower limbs tucked in behind them and her right hand cradling the side of her face as she watched me. I noticed a slight trembling in her left hand as she rested it on her thigh. I sensed an atmosphere slowly inhabit the space, not quite inimical, but certainly something bordering on anxiety or dubiety.

I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to take her left hand in mine. Our eyes finally met, and I tugged at her hand gently, inviting her to sit up beside me, holding it tenderly as she sat up and crawled over beside me. I touched the side of her face and kissed her softly. My hand slid to the side of her ribcage and stroked the smooth luscious fabric of the band that held her inside it.

"Talk to me, Lynn," I whispered. "Tell me what your feeling and thinking."

Her head dropped a little and I lifted her chin so I could see her eyes.

"Lynn, this is as far as we need to go," I said, as encouragingly as I could. "I completely understand if you're reluctant or fearful, and I would never do anything that would hurt you in any way. That's not what I'm here for."

Tears welled in her eyes, and I watched as the weight of them spilled over onto her cheeks. It broke my heart and I put my arms around her and held her to me as her breast heaved with emotion, fear, or loss. I couldn't define which. A loud, sobbing, inhalation of breath was the precursor to her lifting her face from my shoulder, I wiped her tears away softly.

"Better now?" I asked.

She nodded her head, wiping her face with her fingers.

"I'm sorry, Tony," she said with trepidation.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologise for, Lynn," I said. "I completely understand."

"How could you understand?" she said, her bottom lip trembling as her hand gripped mine.

"It's obvious, really," I ventured.

"What is?"

"Your reluctance is only natural," I said.

"Ok, Mr. Freud," she smiled, "care to elaborate?"

I reclined on the bed and asked her to lie beside me. She scooted over the top of me and placed her head on my shoulder. I turned on my side so I could see her eyes.

"Ok, where to begin," I said. "Firstly, I'm not of the Freudian persuasion and I don't subscribe to a universal solution to anything except where people are in emotional pain or harbour feelings of self-doubt."

"Sorry, Tony, I was just being flippant," she said.

"I know you were, Lynn, as I often am myself," I said. "I use it as a deflective tool in the same way that you did."

Her eyes brightened a little and she adjusted her head on my shoulder.

"You've been mistreated by your ex-fiancée, Lynn," I said, "and it's a form of mistreatment that borders on abuse."

"No, Tony, he wasn't abusive," she said.

"Not physically, Lynn," I said, "the scars of his abuse will never be visible. He wore you down and is still wearing you down mentally today. His reasons for the breakup, as you told them to me, were shallow and self-serving. I'd guess that he felt either inferior to you, or already had something going on with another woman and sought the easiest, most cowardly excuse to get himself out of the relationship. Your job. If I was a gambling man, I'd come down on the side of the latter."

I took her hand in mine and kissed it tenderly.

"You copied and pasted that into your mind and built it into the fabric of your being, unnecessarily factoring age into the equation, and leaving you with the notion that you are of no interest to any other man. I'm also guessing that, like us all, there's a certain amount of repression inside you. You don't have the sexual assurance or confidence in yourself to make you realise that you are a beautiful, romantic, sensual, sexual woman with a huge hidden capacity for the expression of those emotions."

"I don't think I'm repressed, Tony," she said, "why would you think that?"

"I think we all are, Lynn, sexually at least," I said.

"Why?"

"Ok, several reasons spring to mind," I said. "Over in the pub earlier you were fearful that we would be overheard when that gang of people walked in shouting and roaring, when all we were doing was engaging in a little flirting. Secondly, I saw your reluctance, just now, in the daylight of the living room, then afterwards in here, you asked me to close the blinds for the same reason and you placed your limbs in a fashion that tried to inhibit where you felt you were on show, if you'll pardon the expression."

"Anything else?" she asked.

"No," I said. "That's it, really.

"Ok, can I respond?"

"When I'm finished," I said, and she glared at me. "I would guess that your ex was a strictly missionary man, am I right?"

"You mean him on top?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I suppose so," she agreed haltingly.

"It was always sex with the lights off, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she said.

"Never in the morning either?"

"No."

"I'm guessing there was never any foreplay such as oral cunnilingus or fellatio, oral stimulation or digital stimulation," I said.

"No."

"Did he ever bring you to orgasm?" I asked.

"Tony, I'm not comfortable with this kind of talk," she said.

"They're only words, Lynn," I said, "words can wound but they can't cause physical pain. They can also heal."

"I know, I'm just not used to it, that's all."

"A wise lady once told me that the Catholic Church frowns upon the use of words such as vagina, penis, nipples, testicles, scrotum etcetera, yet is comfortable with swearwords like fuck, cunt, bastard et al. It made me pause and reflect because it was true," I said. "She said that it was how the Church and State repressed us all in this country and it was tantamount to body shaming on one hand, and outright abuse on the other."

"Who was she, Tony?" she asked.

"Her name was Ruth and she taught me everything I know," I said.

"I feel that you have more to say," she said, kissing my lips as she began to relax.

"I always have more to say, Lynn, just ask Natalie," I said.

We both laughed for a long time, and she slapped my shoulder playfully.

"Speaking of deflection," I said. "You never answered my question."

"Which one?" she asked.

"Did he ever bring you to orgasm?"

"No, he didn't," she said in a low voice.

"I'd also hazard a guess that neither of you was ever completely naked together," I said.

"Yes."

"But that's possibly the biggest part of it, Lynn," I said, "the sensation of feeling someone's naked skin against yours is the most wonderful sensation a person can experience, in my view. That, and the sensuality of lying before and with someone you love or desire, completely naked. The feelings of intimacy, freedom and unbounded liberty are impossible to replicate."

"But I'm nobody's Mona Lisa, Tony, and neither was he," she said.

"None of us are, Lynn," I said. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and even a blind man can see just how spectacularly beautiful you are."

"And what about you, Tony? Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

"Yes, you're incredibly beautiful, Lynn," I said, "I could just lie here and look at you forever and be happy."

She touched my face as hers softened.

"I want you to make love to me, Tony," she whispered, "but you'll have to be patient with me. I know nothing about what you've just told me."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded her head silently as she reached for me, her lips softly kissing mine, her body touching mine. I stroked her skin and she sighed softly. She breathed deeply as I unhooked her bra.

"Is this ok, Lynn," I whispered.

"Yes," she breathed, and I slipped it from her as she moved her arms to facilitate me.

She had beautiful, pert breasts and she watched as I bent my mouth to the nipple of her left breast as my hand gently held the other one. My thumb stroked across the crown as I caressed the soft flesh underneath, and it immediately grew under my touch. I kissed every surface of her other breast, lingering around her pink areola before wrapping her extended nipple in the fold of my tongue as I sucked on the entire area softly.

"Oh, Jesus, Tony," she moaned, as her hand grabbed hold of my hair and held me in place.

I moved my lips to her other nipple, worshipping it and savouring the vision I had across both breasts. They were perfect in size, shape and texture, soft and alluring, her skin like silk. I heard her breath deepen as my hand moved delicately over her stomach, almost independently of thought, flirting with the waistband of her panties, dipping slightly under and then back out and across to her hip.

"Can I touch your vagina, Lynn?" I whispered.

"Yes," she said, breathing deeply in.

"Can I take off your panties?"

"Yes, please, Tony."

"Can I taste you?"

"Oh, fuck. Yes, yes please."

"Can I put my tongue inside you?"

She held my face and released a plaintive sigh, a groan enveloped in a strangled scream. Her eyes were dancing as her skin tone changed colour, turning a deeper shade of pink. Her hips were dancing on the bed cover as my hand slowly floated down to touch the wetness of her panties. I gently stroked her outside before easing them down, over her thighs and calves and off over her feet. She kissed me ravenously, purring as we kissed, our tongues dancing. I touched her skin as my hand touched her inner thigh. She broke the kiss and looked at me with a look of trepidation, her eyes unsure, yet her demeanour breathless and excited.

"Oh, fuck," she cried, as her eyes closed, and her body quivered deliciously.

I held her tightly, helping her through her orgasm. It wasn't a huge one, but I was surprised and delighted that it came so quickly. She recovered slowly as I stroked her nipple and held her close.

"Ok?" I asked and she nodded her head. "I think you had an orgasm."

"Yes, it shook me, Tony. It was wonderful, thank you."

I removed my shorts.

"We're both naked now, Lynn," I whispered, "how do you feel?"

"You make me feel so special, Tony."

"You are special, Lynn," I said, and we kissed again.

I turned her on her back and began to kiss lightly all over her body, drawing sighs and contented groans from her as I made my way downwards. Her pubic bush was trimmed, but longer than it could have been, and its fragrance was curiously wonderful. It was of baby powder mixed with the scent of body wash and Silvikrin shampoo. I spent a few minutes enjoying her aroma before touching her inner thigh, opening her up and getting my first view of her glistening vulva. It was perfect and my heart sang as I lowered my lips to her.

I kissed just along the outside edge of her lower labia licking it dry of her copious wetness, tasting her and basking in the intimacy as she watched on from above, no longer self-conscious after I told her how much I loved her vagina and how beautiful she was. I separated her lips slightly and stroked inside the soft pinkness with the pad of my middle finger. She cried out at my touch. I bent my head and touched her with my tongue, inhaling her taste and her intoxicating aroma.

I found her clitoris and began to coax it with the tip of my tongue, cushioning the edges to alleviate any coarseness or discomfort to her. I shrouded it in my tongue, and she gasped as my finger touched the entrance to her vagina. I allowed it to lightly draw circles around it, driving her hips to tempestuous movements in the process, as she craved something more. I then began to stimulate her clitoris with my tongue, holding her excited hips tightly in my hands until she climaxed again, more powerfully and more vociferously than before, as orgasmic sensations surged through her.

She shook as I crawled along her body, to cradle her as her orgasm coursed through her. She held me to her and squeezed her body against mine, searching for a deeper connection as we tried to become part of each other. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held on until her quivering body came to rest.

"Jesus Christ, Tony," she breathed, as her breath returned.

"How are you feeling, baby?" I asked her.

"Wonderful, heady, light, powerful, weak, tingly, and a million other things, Tony," she said. "You're amazing. I want to feel you inside me."

"You know what to do, Lynn," I said, "I want you so much right now, I could explode."

"Oh, Tony," she said, and reached down to take my penis in her soft hand and guide me.

Her legs released me as I slipped my penis inside her silky and tight vagina. She moaned as I went deeper, and she adjusted her hips to meet the angle of my penis as it slowly bottomed out. I was almost fully inside her and her closed eyes were a study in concentration and calculation. I began to move my penis inside her vagina, withdrawing a couple of inches and then advancing slowly. I felt her vaginal muscles contracting around my shaft, caressing me, holding me inside as though never wanting me to leave. She moved her hips in simulation as her vagina eased itself around and along my penis, urging me on, pleading for release, a release she had never felt before.

Her breathing was ragged as we moved together, slowly at first, then faster as our need rose. Soft cries came from her throat as she recognised the impending arrival of her biggest orgasm. I felt mine beginning to climb as our bodies welded into one, her breath in my ear as she kissed my neck and suckled on the skin under my chin.

"Jesus, Tony, Yes," she pleaded as she reached her peak.

She emitted a loud cry as she went over the edge, and an agonised moan when she felt my powerful ejaculation coursing through my penis and into her vagina sending us spinning out into space, taking the breath from our bodies, and spiralling us down the other side. We remained joined together like that, enjoying the intimacy and the growing affection. Her vaginal muscles flexed occasionally, sending thrilling sensations through me, and causing my still erect penis to flex in unison, causing a reaction in her that reflected in the rolling of her eyes.

Holding her in place, I rolled on my back, taking her with me and watching her smile as I gifted her the upper hand. She touched my nose with her finger and kissed me softly before taking my lower lip and pulling it down.

"Before we were so rudely interrupted earlier in the pub," she whispered, as her tongue sought my lip, "I believe we were somewhere around this juncture."

She took my lower lip between her lips and gently suckled on it, her tongue resting on the surface, her hips slowly beginning to gyrate.

"You're still hard, Tony," she breathed, "can you go again?"

"Yes, I think so, Lynn," I whispered, "how could I not be? I have a beautiful, sexy woman lying naked on top of me. It might take some time, though."

She resumed her sucking of my lip, and it was such an erotic feeling as she writhed on my penis, her breath heavy and her hands clinging to me. She released my lip and lifted her head, a low groan escaping her as I felt a stream of warm wetness cover my groin. She shuddered as she continued to move against me, totally in control of her movements but absolutely lost to the desire that her body possessed to satisfy her sexual need. Her tempo increased and I worked with her, penetrating her deeply to huge moans as I felt the beginnings of another orgasm indicating its imminent arrival around the rim of my corona.

She lost complete control of her motor skills as her soul was rocked to its foundation by a seismic orgasm which I could feel through my penis and where I held her to me. Her hips gyrated on top of me as I held her bum in my hands, keeping her in place as the sensation of my climax became too loud to ignore.

"Tony, I'm coming again, I'm so sorry," she almost screamed.

"Stay with me, we'll come together this time, love," I begged.

My brain fried with the overpowering sensations we generated; it was sublime. She collapsed on top of me, and we lay in a pool of sweat and ejaculate as we caught our breath and descended into calmness again. She rolled slowly off me and snuggled into me. I was blown away as Lynn closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. We lay that way for over an hour, basking in each other's heat.

My phone dinged a text in my pocket. I reached out to get my trousers from the floor and removed the phone from my pocket. Eight texts, seven of which I didn't hear coming in. I checked the time. 6:45. I'd been there nearly six hours, but it only seemed like minutes.

The last text was from Suzie Orr.

"Hi Tony, I just heard you had an accident in Galway. Are you ok? Can you call me or text an update? When are you coming home? I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, all kinds of trouble here that I'll tell you about when we talk.

Take care,

Suzie O.

xx"

I killed the phone and put it away again as Lynn slept on. She looked so peaceful there beside me and her face held a smile which I hadn't noticed previously. I got out of bed and used the bathroom, when I came back she was sitting up and yawning.

"Hey there, angel face," I said.

"Hi, Tony," she smiled, "did I sleep long?"

"About thirty minutes, not long."

"Would you like some tea or something to eat?"

"What have you got?" I asked.

"Probably nothing," she laughed.

"Let's go out and get something," I suggested, "a takeaway of some sort."

"Good idea," she said, "but I should tidy myself up a bit first."

"I should too," I said, "someone ravaged me all afternoon and evening."

"Was that me?" she asked.

"Yes, it was, and you were fantastic."

She ran into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running. I picked my clothes up from the floor and folded them across a chair near the bed. I was straightening out the bedcovers as she returned to the room, naked and drying her hair with a towel.

"Don't do that, Tony," she said, "I'll change the bedding while you're in the shower."

She switched a light on, smiled and stuck her tongue out at me. I doubled up with laughter and took her in my arms.

"Do you want me to apologise?" I asked.

"No, you were right, Tony," she said and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Say that again," I said, "I was distracted and didn't hear you."

She laughed, and I smiled as I left her for the shower. When I came out she was dressed in a shortish, predominantly green, floral dress. I appraised her bare arms and low-cut neckline and the damp uncombed blonde hair that cascaded around and over her head. The bedding had been replaced and tucked in tidily. I crossed the room and dressed quickly as she fiddled with the chord on her hairdryer.

"You look beautiful, Lynn," I said, as I admired her slim form sitting on the side of the bed, a hairbrush fighting the tangles in her hair as she prepared to assault it with a hair dryer.

"Thanks," she said, "so what are you thinking for this evening, Tony?"

"Let's take a walk around Eyre Square and find somewhere to eat," I said. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

"There's Pura Vida on Shop Street," Lynn said, "I'd kill for an omelette, and theirs are the best around."

"That sounds good," I said.

Ten minutes later we found ourselves sitting in a cosy café, nursing a flat white for me and a tea for her, and waiting for a couple of omelets to arrive. As they were delivered to the table, I felt a text vibrating the phone in my pocket. I took it out and apologised to Lynn. It was from Deco Carroll.

"Who's the blonde?"

"No one you'd know."

"Is that where you've been all day?"

"Pretty much."

"Jammy bastard!"

"I'll have you know that my parents were married when I was born."

"You in College tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Isobel's been looking for you."

"Ok, I'll be there at some stage."

"Did you fuck Jenna?"

"That's not a very nice thing to ask, Deco."

"You did! Jammy bastard."

"Goodnight, Deco."

"Who's that from?" Lynn asked.

"My mother," I said, "she checks in quite a bit since I came out of hospital."

"Are you staying over at my place tonight, Tony?"

"I'd love to, Lynn," I said, "but I have to get back and do some work for the morning."

"On our project?"

"No, an issue has arisen on a planning application we're working on in Dublin," I said, "I have to get a clarification document over to the office for a meeting there in the morning."

"You seem very busy for a College student," she said.

"It hasn't been too bad," I said, "but I've a debt to repay, so I don't mind too much."

"I was hoping you might stay over," she said, reaching for my hand.

"Why don't you come and stay at mine tonight?" I offered.

"Really?"

"Yes. I can offer you breakfast in the morning," I said. "My fridge is packed with food that I'm never going to use."

"I think I'd love that, Tony," she said.

"I would, too," I said, "besides, I would love to take that dress off you."

"Do you like it?"

"I love it," I said, "but I love who's inside it more."

"She may not be inside it for long,” she said, coquettishly.

"You're making me wet again, Lynn," I said.

"That makes two of us," she said, squeezing my hand.

We left the café and returned to her apartment, where she packed a small overnight bag and drove me to the College to collect my car. She followed me home and I gave her a tour of the apartment, she sat in the seat overlooking the bay and drank in the view.

"This is a fabulous view, Tony," she said, as I handed her a glass of wine and sat beside her.

"It's nice when I can share it with someone, Lynn."

"You've no curtains in that huge window?" she said.

"No, it would restrict the view."

"Do you not feel as though you're on display?" she asked.

"Whether we know it or not, Lynn," I said, "we're always on display somehow or somewhere."

"That's probably true," she said, her voice catching as I kissed her.

She reached for me with one hand as our lips merged softly and our tongues entangled. Her breath was deep and soulful as she breathed through her nose. I took the wine from her hand and placed it on the floor beside the settee. She searched my eyes for guidance as I kissed her again, deeper this time, as her lips bore into me, arousing me to my fullest. I touched her bare arm and she shivered slightly. I touched her breast through her dress to find she didn’t wear a bra, and she sighed. I leaned back a little and she followed my movement, our lips fully engaged, our tongues tasting each other with sensuous touches.

I unzipped her dress and she paused for a beat, dismissing her inner thoughts, and wriggling herself free of the garment. She opened my shirt and pulled it over my head, a look of desire etched into her features as my hands found her naked breasts and brought one of them to my lips.

"Oh, God, Tony," she moaned as my lips squeezed her nipple.

I watched her removing my shorts, leaving me to kick them off as she took the shaft of my penis in her hand and steered it between her lips. I stopped her and indicated for her to straddle my face. She stood up and slid her panties off, watching me all the time. She moved slowly, raising her knee, and covering my mouth with her beautiful vulva as she lay on top of me, my penis slowly becoming engulfed by her lips and tongue.

We moved slowly and methodically together, her mouth concentrating on the very top of my penis, floating over the sensitive surface and covering it in her warm saliva as she gracefully brought me higher and higher. The vibration from the purring sounds she emitted enhance the sensation, causing me to sense a quick completion, so I placed 100% concentration in massaging her vulva with my tongue.

Holding her hips tightly, I slid the tip of my tongue inside her, causing a long and agonised groan as I flicked her opening gently before inserting it fully inside her. Her hips moved in staggered patterns until I retreated and tasted her considerable volume of sweet and musky fluid as it trickled continuously into my mouth.

I floated my tongue downwards, savouring her every surface, seeking her centre of pleasure where the lips of her labia met. I felt the stiffness of her clitoris and allowed the tip of my tongue rest against it, causing her to moan loudly. I encircled it with my soft tongue until I felt her hips jerk in rhythmic motions, seeking completion as her breathing became ragged and intermittently heavy.

I felt her lips take one of my testicles inside her mouth and suck on it. I heard myself groan with pleasure at the sensation of her tongue on my scrotum and increased my teasing of her vulva, speeding up my tempo as her muscles tensed and she tried to escape my hands as they moved to caress her bum. Holding her in place as her need exceeded her grasp. Caressing her as her climax built through her clitoris. Exploring her with my finger as her G-Spot tingled and the sensation intensified.

She exploded with a cry of agonised passion and naked want, her clitoris gyrating against my mouth, seeking to prolong the sensation and flooding me with a voluminous outpouring of warm fluid from within. She moved her mouth manically around my penis, bringing me to my peak and clamping her lips around my shaft as I ejaculated inside her and she caught it all, swallowing it slowly as she relished the taste and the texture. She collapsed on top of me, sending thrilling little ripples of sensuality through me as her soft skin blended with mine in an ethereal post coital cocoon.

We lay in the night-time, the moonlight off Galway Bay spilling in through the large picture window, her vaginal opening trembling and pulsing in elicited feelings of orgasm. Remnants of a viscous overspill slowly dribbling from inside her, coating my lips with unctuous flavours and aromas. I gently licked her dry, causing a shudder to course through her body, our hearts hammering against our chests as I felt her tongue lapping up some stray ejaculate from my penis. Eventually she lifted off me and breathed deeply, a slight shudder causing her body to shake a little.

She eased herself off me and straddled my waist as I moved to a seated position, her eyes closed, and her mouth open in naked arousal. We kissed ravenously, the need to connect overpowering all other emotions. She reached down and led my penis to the entrance of her vagina.

"I want you inside me, Tony. I need you to fuck me now," she breathed, as she lowered herself onto my erection.

She took me deep inside in one desperation filled lunge, leaning down over me, and drawing my tongue into her mouth with her lips. She was totally aroused and demanding soft stifled screams emanating from her as she writhed deliciously on top of me, her hair enveloping my face and her tongue wrapped tightly around mine.

"Fuck me, Tony," she exhorted from her exalted position, her hands pressed fast on my chest, her fingernails driving my wild as they scratched my nipples.

I drove the entire length of my penis inside her, forcing her breath to wheeze from her lips. I repeated the movement again, continuing a pattern and speeding up my tempo, sending her head rocking back on her shoulders as she screamed in the first throes of orgasm. I maintained my speed and depth of thrust as she cried out, her vaginal walls closing in. I felt them clutch and release my penis as a violent stream of fluid covered my body and the cream leather of the settee in a delicious warm scent.

"Stay with me, Lynn," I breathed, as I felt my own release begin to build at the edges of my corona.

"Yes, please, come for me, Tony," she almost screamed.

"Oh, fuck, Lynn!" I groaned as the head of my penis exploded in a delicious tingling sensation as my climax burst into a thousand pinpricks of light behind my eyes.

She lay on my chest, her breath returning slowly, mine equally as heavy as I stroked the smooth, soft skin covered in a light perspiration that shone in the moonlight on her back.

She sat up slightly, my penis still deep inside her. She smiled and shook her hair from her eyes.

"You are fucking amazing," she whispered, her eyes shining, her face glowing.

"And you are incredible, Lynn," I said as I kissed her and held her to me to lie motionless as my erection softened and my penis slipped deliciously from inside her, causing a shudder of pleasure from us both.

She caught sight of the digital display on the bottom rail of the TV.

"Fuck, Tony," she said, it's almost 11:00, "you said you have work to do."

"I have, Lynn," I said, "I’ll do it in a few minutes, I already have a lot of it done. Stay with me for a ten more minutes, I love how we feel together."

"Oh, Tony," she said, "you're such a girl."

We both fell around the place laughing and she lifted herself off, stood up straight and stretched like a cat who had just woken up, standing for all to see through the picture window overlooking the car park. I smiled and stood beside her, taking her in my arms from behind, my hands caressing her soft abdomen, my fingers drifting into her soft pubic thatch as hers joined them. We noticed a couple walking into the development.

"I wonder if they can see us, Tony," she said calmly.

"Does it worry you that they might?" I asked.

"Not anymore," she said, "do you think they can see your come running down my legs?"

"It’s your come now, Lynn,” I said.

"Yes, it is, isn't it?" she said and turned to kiss me, "you go finish your work and I'll take a quick shower, do you think you can do that again?"

"Yes, do you?" I asked.

"I guess I'll find out, won't I?" she whispered, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

"In here or the bedroom?" I asked.

"The bedroom, please. I want to wake up beside you in the morning."

“Will I draw the blinds?” I asked.

“Not for me, Tony,” she said, I want to see you.”

"I'll be no more than fifteen minutes, " I said. "Working, that is."

“I’ll be no more than fifteen minutes, showering, that is,” she said.

TBC