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Chapter Three

Sarah’s eyes had darkened, taking on the shade of emeralds. There was a fresh bloom of color in her cheeks; and I could feel the surge of her shoulders as she began to breathe heavily. I moved the zipper until it hit the end of the track.

“It’s been so long,” she said in a very small voice. “Do you believe that?”

“I want to believe it.”

I was doing a deep-knee bend, my hands grasping the sodden hem of her knit dress; raising myself up again and pulling the dress upwards.

“Suddenly I’m not chilled anymore,” she said.

I was watching the dress as it moved upwards, seeing it reveal the firm and slender thighs, her skin glistening a bit with the moisture. Then I realized she was wearing nothing underneath because the lovely strawberry patch appeared, the droplets sparkling in the beam of the single light we’d left burning.

“You’ll be fine,” I told her, moving the dress up and over her lush hips.

“So very long,” she was murmuring, her voice sounding strange and as though she were on the verge of tears. At the same time she brought up her arms and I had to move the crumpled dress slowly so that I wouldn’t bruise or hurt her hard breasts.

“The time had been very lonely and so terribly aching – for me.” She’d paused briefly to give her shoulders a helpful shrug. The dress slipped over the tips of her swollen nipples. I moved it carefully over her head.

Her hands came up to help slip it over her ears and in these few moments I relished the sight of her breasts, so passionately pink and turgid that the nipples were angled towards the ceiling.

Together we’d gotten the dress off her. I flung it aside, she fluffed out her hair with her fingers, shaking her head to make the damp strands swirl around her neck.

“Now you,” she said urgently. Already her hands were at my tie, her fingers working hurriedly, trying to loosen the knot. “I want to see you. I have to see all of you. I must.”

I let her work at the tie. Then I shrugged out of my jacket and let it fall to the floor, loosening my trousers, letting the weight of their wetness pull them down my legs. I wasn’t watching my hands, I was watching her.

Her teeth were gnawing nervously at her lower lip as her breath came in quick temp. Occasionally the tips of her breasts would brush up against my chest.

Because I was still wearing my shirt I hurried with the rest of my clothes down below, bending only once to get rid of everything.

I heard her suck in her breath as I straightened up again. Then, as she threw aside my tie, I opened up the front of my shirt, impatient with the time it was taking because already she’d reached down and grasped me and was clinging tightly, almost fiercely, as though she feared I might get away.

“I – I’ve got to have you, Lincoln. Now! Oh, yes!”

I sucked in my breath-sharply because the moment I’d put my arms around her and drew her towards me, her grip tightened. With a deft movement of her hand she’d changed course and I felt the quick flash of softness and heat as she stroked me gently along the entrance to her channel.

“Oh,” she cried out. “Darling, darling-”

Fiercely she slammed herself against me, her arms lashing around my neck, her hips a blur of movement. But with the difference in our height she’d not accomplished what she’d hoped, and now, with her hot and eager mouth burning kisses against my face, she was using her arms clasped around my neck to pull her upwards.

Down below she was a flurry of erratic movements, banging herself against me and finding it useless. Then her legs twined around mine, holding tightly against me and she was completely off the floor.

“Please!” she wailed.-”Now!”

I dropped to my knees, holding her tightly in my arms so she wouldn’t fall backwards because her arms had suddenly released me. I tried to let her down gently, but she arched backwards and I heard the thump of the back of her head as it hit the rug.

She grabbed me again and then, while she was groaning and muttering unintelligibly, she zeroed in on the target, surging to meet me halfway. I lunged against her powerfully, and went all the way in.

We were glued together, mouth to mouth. I felt the spasmodic quivering of her stomach muscles, the heat becoming intense. Suddenly she erupted, becoming a squirming blur of pink lushness that I tried to hang onto, tried to control.

But it was useless because she was fired by hunger and passion.

And then I was caught up in her intensity, feeling the exquisite surges that buoyed me up and brought me down, each one more delightful than the last.

Suddenly there was a huge swirl of pinkness and a ringing in my ears as I hit the top of the swell and suddenly crashed down into a seething ocean of crushed strawberries.

Eventually I became aware of her labored sigh, hearing the breath gush through her teeth and feeling the pressure of her breasts against my chest.

“You’ll never know – how I needed that, Lincoln.” Her legs let me know that she wanted to get up.

“You’re quite a girl, Sarah.”

After I was on my feet, I bent forward. She extended her hand and I pulled her up. Her hand squeezed mine. “Thank you for that.” She glanced about, noting the pile of clothing and the room itself, as though she was getting oriented as to where we actually were.

She smiled at me. “At least we got inside the door.”

“Where it’s a lot dryer.” I could hear the water gushing off the eaves.

Her glance was moving down the front of me, wavered a moment before she brought it up again. “Now that I got you out of your wet clothes, I don’t know what to offer you to wear.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Quickly she stepped forward, grasping me tenderly and holding me for a second, her glance was on my face. “You’re too beautiful to wear clothes.”

“So we’ll be nudists.”

Her face brightened. “That would be fun. Could we have a drink, too, while we’re nudists? Or isn’t that allowed?”

She slipped her arms around my neck as she willowed in tightly, looking up at my face. I kissed her warm and seductive mouth and felt her respond down below-soft and delightful surge.

“Hot toddies are best on rainy nights.”

“Mmmm,” she said. “It sounds wonderful. But I can think of another thing best on rainy nights.”

“Do you know what old men say about it?”

“No,” she said, giving her shoulders a little shake so that her nipples tickled. “What do older men say?”

“Take it easy on Friday night – because it may be raining on Saturday night.”

“That’s because they can’t do it two nights in a row?” she asked impishly.

“Probably.”

“But you’re not an old man, Lincoln. I can vouch for that.”

“So we can have some hot toddies then.”

“All right.” As she brought her lips to mine she welded her soft warmth against the front of me. We went out to the kitchen and started fixing hot toddies only because she’d interrupted our kiss abruptly and moved away from me.

It had been a long time since I’d mixed hot toddies but I’d never mixed them while I was nude. And I’d never hoped to see the day when I could fix hot toddies while a voluptuous nude sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, chattering about the contract she’d signed, and how she was looking forward to going to Europe.

I brought the two steaming mugs over to the bar, put one in front of her, and then sat down on the other stool. “That’s right,” I said, “I just remembered you’re leaving in the morning.”

She took a careful sip, smacked her lips. “That’s delicious. Yes, I’ll be leaving in the morning.” Looking at me, she wrinkled her nose. “That means I won’t be here Saturday night. You know, like the older men think?”

“That’s right,” I said.

“You’ve got it made,” she said.

The phone rang and she stared at me, her eyes showing fear as she sat motionless and made no move to answer it.

“Want me to get it?” I asked.

She nodded, without saying a word. I followed the sound of the ringing and finally found the phone in the bedroom where she’d been packing.

“Hello,” I said.

No one answered. The line was open but I could hear no one on the other end.

“Hello,” I repeated.

There was still no answer: Only the click of the receiver as someone hung up at the other end. After I’d put the phone down I stood for several moments, looking down at it and at the mess of clothes on the bed. The sight of her nylons, bra, panties, and the two half-packed suitcases were stark proof that Sarah was leaving in the morning. Then I remembered what had sounded like the telephone ringing while we’d been on the floor. Now there was a caller who didn’t respond when I’d answered I couldn’t ignore it.

Contrary to what I’d believed at the very beginning, Sarah might have been telling the truth. To a certain point. Maybe she’d been bugged with anonymous phone calls but I doubted whether her life was really in danger. Not the way she’d reacted while we were getting out of our clothes.

As I turned away from the bed I caught sight of Sarah standing in the doorway.

Her hands were idly rubbing her stomach and I saw the shiver that rippled through her lovely nude body.

She said, “No one answered, did they?”

“No.”

I walked over to her and put my arms around her, feeling her resist initially; and then her arms were slipping around my neck, she snuggled against me and held on tightly.

“I’m afraid, Lincoln.”

“Come on,” I said. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Her glance fixed on my face, her eyes showing her concern. Then the corners other mouth softened and her glance became tender. “Not while you’re with me – and holding me.”

My lips went to hers, finding her mouth unresponsive, the soft skin of her back cool to the touch of my hands. After I’d pulled my mouth away from hers I said, “Do you feel chilly?”

She nodded. “A little.”

“Why don’t you take a hot bath and then crawl into bed? Get a good night’s sleep.”

“I’ve got to finish packing.”

“We’ll do it in the morning. I’ll help you. Come on. A warm bath, and then to bed.”

“No,” she said.

“Yes, I insist.”

I felt the quick and urgent pressure of her hips against me. “Take a shower with me, Lincoln! I’ve never showered with a man. Will you do that?”

She was beginning to stir again, the restlessness becoming more pronounced as she began to rub her bareness against me.

I liked it. It was a much better reaction than she’d given me when we talked about the phone call/ “Let’s go,” I said. “Last one in is a dirty name.”

That made her laugh. “Oh, no,” she said. “We’re in this together. You promised.” She slipped out of my embrace, and then, hand in hand, we walked down the hallway and into the bathroom.

It was a small stall shower and after Sarah had adjusted the water to the right temperature, we stepped under it – the two of us filling the stall pretty well.

There wasn’t much room to move around and for a while we didn’t try, merely standing pinned together, embraced tightly in a kiss while the spray beat down on us.

All her fear was gone again, and her skin was warm and wonderful to my touch.

Locked together, we let our tongues caress each other. Finally she formed a tube with hers and my tongue was drilling erratically into its heated dampness.

Suddenly she broke away from me and her arms held me against the wall of the shower. “From whom did-you learn that?” she was asking me now.

I shook my head. “I don’t think I learned it from anyone. I go for the trial and error method.”

“You certainly have had a lot of women in your life, haven’t you?”

Thinks were definitely getting out of hand. Before they got completely out of control I had to come up with another diversion.

“Probably not as many as you imagine,” I said gently. I picked up the sponge and the soap. “Turn around and I’ll wash your back.”

She turned her back to me. I lathered it up well, finding it necessary to soap up her sides and flanks and after while I was even reaching around her, creaming a lot of suds over her wonderful breasts.

For several moments she stood motionless, with her head tipped slightly back, as though she were enjoying my touch. Suddenly she took the sponge and soap from my hands. “Now it’s my turn.”

I turned my back to her and she scrubbed it quickly and efficiently. As her hands moved away from me she said, “I’m almost finished now.” She was all business. No pleasure.

We finished up together, suffered through the chill of the cold water and then we were out Of the stall and into the bathroom, toweling dry.

Up to that moment I’d been able to keep things pretty well under control. I’d understood that the thing with the phone call had probably upset her; and I knew that once women get upset, you have to wait a bit before all the little complex pieces of machinery within them function normally again.

Now I watched her, seeing her double reflection the mirror as she bent forward, drying the water off her legs. While she toweled briskly, her breasts moved back and forth like pink and ballooned pendulums, the nipples relaxed and looking like fresh pink blossoms waiting to respond to the kiss of the morning sun.

I tossed aside the towel and walked towards her. She must have realized what was on my mind because she straightened up quickly, her eyes darkening as she stared at my face.

“Oh, Lincoln -“ she said.

She wasn’t trying to get out of my way; and she wasn’t trying to avoid me. She was standing motionless, with her fanny pressed up against the edge of the sink, one hand holding the towel at her side.

I watched myself in the mirror as I approached her. I could see her curved and slender back reflected in the glass. Her hand swept a strand of hair away from her chest, but she didn’t make a move to step aside.

“You’re much too lovely,” I said “to be ignored.”

By that time I’d closed my arms around her and pinned her against the edge of the sink. As my hands began to caress the smoothness ‘of her back she let go of the towel and I felt it settle onto my foot.

“I’m suddenly very weak and warm,” she gasped.

Before she could say anything else my mouth had covered hers and I felt her cool soft body press tightly against me. Her tongue was drilling passionately into my mouth.

I played it like that for a while, feeling her skin heating up and her lips becoming puffed and voracious. Pressed hard against me, her hands began moving erratically up and down my back.

I slid my hands under her arms and hoisted her onto the edge of the sink. Her thighs opened up for me and, as I stepped between them, her legs rubbed mine excitedly, her hands clenching my hair.

“Lincoln – I – I still have to pack tonight. Lincoln.

That’s when she stopped talking. Abruptly. Because I’d bent forward and now I was feeding on her breasts, washing the nipples with my tongue, feeling them responding immediately, hardening, the tips becoming glowing coals that were beginning to pressure against my lips, defying the stabs of my tongue.

She was fidgeting and squirming, bouncing towards me along the edge of the sink. The moment she’d reached the edge, I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

I held her with one arm and with the other hand I reached down and pulled back the spread. That dumped all her clothing onto the floor but she didn’t mind. It wouldn’t have done her any good if she’d objected anyway.

Gently I lowered her onto the sheet, letting my hand slip between her thighs, feeling them Opening wide, her hand coming down to cover mine and then move it up and shove it powerfully against her. She was writhing and squirming as my hand loved her, and then the moments were becoming unbearable for both of us.

She was rocking and pushing herself up, her treasure getting attention and requiring complete fulfillment.

We came together in a powerful and cooperative movement. She squealed and muttered incoherently; and finally she became a silent, wonderful pink machine that knew only perpetual motion.

When it was all over, after a brilliant and lingering finish, she curled up and went to sleep with a happy smile wreathing her lovely face.

The phone suddenly rang again and I snatched it up quickly. It was the same routine as the last time. The line was open but nobody said a word when I answered. Quietly I put down the phone again. With all the lights out I prowled the entire apartment. Apparently the rain had been coming down steadily since we returned because the gutters were full. The streets were misty and the visibility was less than a block. Both the front and back doors of her apartment were locked.

Carefully I slid into bed; and when my leg touched Sarah, she sighed sleepily and turned herself into me. I put my arms around her, and I held her against me. She slept soundly but I cat napped all night. Nobody came to kill her.