Bohemian Dreaming & Strictly Off The Record

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Bryan Joyce went home to the empty house filled with memories of Kate everywhere, the curtains she put up to replace the brown drapes she hated, the recovered sofa in a shades of green that blended with the re-upholstered chair, and the carpet with the ivy design she’d picked for the floor. Bryan like the polished wood floors. But Kate liked the comfort of something squishy between her toes. He stood in the entry looking at the living room, thinking of her. Looking up the stairs, he thought of her descending in that nearly see-through gown she’d worn. For an instant the image changed to Paige descending the stairs, and it took some effort to see Kate there.

Good God, she had been gone less than two months and he was sleeping with another woman, seeing another woman in his daydreams. s*x had been good with Kate, much different than with Paige. And it was hard to put his finger on the difference, though he’d never tried to compare lovers before. Despite Paige’s sudden bout of boldness, Kate was a bolder women. Making love to Kate stood out in his mind in high relief; the act had sharp distinct edges. She was a very deliberate woman.

The gown Kate had worn as she descended the stairs had been an ivory beige with muted shades of orange and pink that made see-though flowers on the surface of the fabric. He had to strain his eye to see what was underneath; though it was worth the trouble, seeing the outline of her breasts and her n*****s poking through, and the swatch of curly soft brown pubic hair between her legs. Her legs were long, which made her statuesque like a model, though modeling was something she’d never “stoop” to do. He laughed inside hearing her talk about the body-conscious things some women did selling themselves for money. She considered modeling, beauty pageants and even acting forms of prostitution. Though at the same time, Kate always wore designer clothes, and sometimes gracefully elegant hats, and leather that smelled like earthy, fragrant heaven. She was never without her perfectly applied make-up, which managed to stay perfect even during s*x, a feat that amazed him. And she smelled like I. Magnin’s perfume counter. Even with all this, however, she wasn’t at all prissy or without substance. That was damned good, because he hated women that didn’t have hearts, or who didn’t know how to use them.

And how different Paige was, not in quality; but the inner essence was different. Even though he knew little of his once a week lover, he knew this much. She and Kate were miles apart in attitude.

Paige would look good in that see-through flowered gown. She would look as good as Kate coming down the stairs. There would have been a different smile on her face, and a different cast to her eyes. In his mind, the two women were fusing back and forth, the one he’d lost, and the temporary one who for reasons beyond his understanding, had agreed to frolic with him in an aging hotel.

He was beginning to wonder about Paige, even though he knew that was dangerous. It was the first sign of caring, and he wasn’t supposed to do that. It was their agreement. Besides, it was too damn soon. Kate was hardly gone two months. And as compelling as the gentle Paige was, he could never remove Kate completely from his mind. If only he could see her one more time coming down those stairs like she had that night. . .

That evening, still fresh in his memory, her cocky expression had drawn him into the library where she sat on the desk and crossed her legs. She had something on her mind and he couldn’t wait to hear. The glimmer in her eyes was strictly carnal. He should have been surprised by the unexpected seduction, when he thought they were supposed to be racing out of the house for a dinner party. Showing up in the see-though number threw him completely when he expected her in a black business suit and an expression to match.

“You’re overdressed,” she said, as she rocked ever so gently atop the desk. She scrutinized him from head to toe.

For the moment, he forgot about their plans and began pulling at his necktie, while she reached out with her long nailed fingers and pulled some more. She began undoing the buttons of his shirt, until it was completely loose and pulled from his pants, so she could look at his physique. The muscles and the beginning of his summer tan pleased her. Kate tossed the shirt and tie in the corner, and pulled him closer. Her legs opened wide to accommodate him.

“You planning to rape me here?” he asked.

“Is there something wrong with that?” she asked.

“Not at all, but didn’t we have a dinner engagement?” he asked.

“Not any more. I canceled.” She was so hot; her filmy dress clung to her perspiring skin, and at her crotch, it stuck to the juice between her thighs.

She unbuckled his belt. Drawing the leather from the belt loops, she doubled it in her hand, and raised it to her nostrils so she could smell the fragrance and run the smooth surface along her face. She abruptly dropped it, going for the zipper on his pants, wanting more skin to satisfy her. When he was naked in front of her and she was still dressed, she had power over him, though it was not a power to abuse. He liked the animal need he could see in her eyes. He liked the way she pretended to torture him. She wouldn’t satisfy herself without satisfying him, so there was always a measure of control he retained. Though at times like this, he wondered if behind her playful game there might not be a true dominant b***h lurking in her psyche.

Leaning back on the desk was his signal to drop to his knees and find her wet puss waiting. Still clothed in the diaphanous dress, it was still clinging to her legs and her hot hot thighs. Ever so carefully, he pushed it up as if he were discovering her again for the first time. The white of her skin, her slightly bony knees and the exercised thighs all preceded the first sight of her damp cunt. The hair glistened there and the skin was sticky with female dew. His lips descended to the center of her s*x where she smelled of musk and tasted sweet.

It was then she turned less dominant, though she remained demanding. She wanted her engorged feminine home probed and licked and sucked. She wanted the hard bud of her c******s played with, and she gasped with each tender and fierce action of his tongue, teeth and lips laid on her. He looked up to see her body stretched back on the desk, her arms overhead, as if he’d tied them. A mysterious dominant she was, to suddenly look so thoroughly yielding. It was a fascination for him.

“Oh, God, take me now,” she finally screamed. It was the command for him to enter her, a task he’d easily accommodate, since his c**k had been erect for some time.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” was her continuous cry. Each thrust, each steady measured pulse, each forceful move he made inside her until the end, brought her closer to that final gasp of release, where standing over her, he watched her arch her back, felt her tighten her inner muscles around him, and listened to the final, “Ahhhhhhhh yesssss.” He pressed himself into her with a climax of his own, and then dragged his member from her and left a trail of c*m on her thigh.

When they were done, there was that recovery period. A good ten minutes, he remembered, as she continued to lie on the desk, and he slumped back into his leather chair by the window.

Twenty minutes after the climax, they were out the door, fashionably late for their dinner party, the most delightfully satisfied expression on Kate’s face.

Bryan decided that the empty stairway would remain so for a while. He couldn’t imagine anyone else coming down it in a seductive floral gown, or anything else for that matter, even Paige. It wouldn’t be right to have Paige here. She’d never come in the first place, he was sure of that; and if she did, she’d only get mixed up with the memories of Kate that were hardly fading away. Keeping the two parts of his life separate kept his sanity about him, and allowed him that little Tuesday afternoon solace he was beginning to treasure.