The Road to Redemption (9 page)

He lay there cuddling up to her back with one hand around her on her breast still gently kissing the back of her neck. He could feel her heart still pounding faster than normal, from the orgasm. He could smell her clean fresh body from the shower, she had before he arrived. He was drawn to her smell, it took him back somewhere, to a pleasant distant memory from his childhood, but he didn’t know or care where from. He was just savouring every sensation from the moment.

God she felt good. He started to move his hands over her naked body, down her side to her legs, softly massaging her well-toned calves, feeling every inch of it. She just lay there as her heart slowed to normal rhythm. After a few minutes of massaging, Alice started to stir. She felt for him and this time turned on from the massaging, he responded.

Slowly she turned and sat up. This time she indicated for him to roll onto his back. She orally worked on him, which made him moist. She then sat up on his thighs, facing him. Next she bent over and with both hands on either side of his face kissed him, with a fully open mouth. Then, she sat up and leant backwards, as he moved both of his hands up, to massage her beautiful breasts from below.

Next she sat forward and maneuvered him into her. She was warm and ready for him. As she worked on him, she leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, so he could suckle, one, then the other, of her breasts.

Then from underneath, he cupped both hands around her beautiful firm breasts, as she laid back with her knees together and her feet beside him. Gently she rocked back and forward on him, using everything he had in her. God she was beautiful. He lay back and released her breasts, fascinated by watching her use him. Her breasts were moving in slow motion with the movement of her body, as she rocked back and forward on him. The room was partially dark, silhouetting her body. It occurred to him, was this real or was he just imagining it? No, it was real; he could feel his own pleasure starting to envelop him.

Now she was moving faster, making faster and louder love noises. Then he felt her knees tighten and her ankles push hard against his sides. She was thrusting up and down on him and her love noises were now frantic. Her heart was pounding. She was losing control. Then a cry, as she threw her head back and her whole body shook with a massive surge of pleasure. This was all too much for John and not able to hold himself back any longer, he went with her, as totally together, they both became lost in their raptures of pleasure.

His pleasure was over in one gigantic rush, but hers continued to go on and on, as she shook and shook. She is a love machine he thought.

Finally, her shaking stopped, as she took a deep breath, then lay forward on him, with her head facing away, exhausted. Her hair was in his face. He could smell it was still partly damp. How he loved her smell.

She lay on him for quite a while, as he gently massaged her shoulders, then her sides, then moving his hands down to her behind, then down to the back of her thighs, so tight from all the power walking. Her full weight was on him but they were both now fully relaxed and satisfied, still in each other.

After lying on him for sometime enjoying his massaging, she started to move up and down on him again. This caused him to harden.

She lifted herself up on him and tossed her hair back. Her beautiful breasts, moved in synch with her once again, gently swaying from side to side. She pushed against his chest with both hands. As he hardened, she became more and more excited, moving faster and faster. This time she didn’t tighten her knees and feet around him. She lay back with her arms fully stretched supporting herself on his upper legs. In fact she had her legs apart going faster and faster, riding him. Then she started to shudder again, but this time there were no cries, just shuddering, as she achieved, what only a woman who is fully attuned with her body can achieve, a deep and satisfying internal orgasm.

This time she really was exhausted, as they lay there, with her on top of him. She seemed to be in some sort of a trance, but John’s mind was still working. He wanted this to last forever. He wanted to run off with Alice and marry her.

After a while he couldn’t help himself, he had to ask,

“Have you done this with anyone else Alice?”

She sat up as if surprised, quickly coming out of her trance, she rolled off him. The question did not please her.

“Why do you want to know?’ she asked, becoming irritated.

“Well I just wanted to know if you do this with other lovers,” said John, sensing her displeasure at the question and trying to make it more acceptable. But in fact it had the opposite effect.

“Oh my god, you don’t know do you John. Where have you been living? Under a mushroom? I thought you were a man of the world. Yes, if you must know, I had another relationship recently.”

“Who with?” John was becoming quite demanding and she was becoming even more agitated at his prying.

“Well not that it’s really any of your business but it was an instructor at the gym. He was only young, well very young really, in his early 20’s. I had to break it off; he was becoming obsessed with me. Started to stalk me and all.”

“What about Bill? John was still demanding more.

“You don’t get at all do you John? Bill and I have an open relationship. He’s up there in Queensland right now, with his secretary.”

“And you approve of this?”

“Of course I do.  I’ve met her a number of times. She's young and lovely. Bill says we might even get together for a threesome some time.”

“You know the other night. I told Bill I fancied you. He knew we were up to something when we went into the kitchen. That's why he warned me so loudly he was bringing the plates in. We laughed about it when we got home. Bill reckons the look on your face was priceless. You still had some lipstick on the corner of your mouth.”

Suddenly everything was taking on a new meaning. While all along John thought he had been the predator, in fact he had been the prey. He suddenly felt extremely offended; his ego had been badly damaged.

“Well what am I supposed to tell Audry?”

Quick as a flash she responded,

“Well that's your problem isn’t it?”

This was a hard side he hadn’t seen before.

There was a lot of tension in the air. The calm and peace from their lovemaking had totally disappeared. He got dressed and walked outside. His pride had been mortally wounded. Well at least that's what he thought at the time.

As he walked back across the road to get his car and drive back to work, he realised that unlike last time they hadn’t made any arrangement to meet again. He was about to turn around and go back, but something stopped him. Pride, ego or whatever it was he had had enough for one day.

He got into his car and drove back to work. His mood was totally the opposite, of what it had been after Monday, at the Wilson’s house. How could it have been so beautiful, but ended so badly.

Chapter 10 George and Mildred.

His mood wasn’t changing. Each day he was becoming more and more depressed. Surely it had meant something to Alice. It had certainly meant something to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. That magic moment on the balcony at the Wilson’s house, when time stood still and the cries of pleasure as Alice climaxed. It was all so fresh in his mind, as he went over and over it, again and again. Yes it just had to have meant something to her also. It did didn’t it, didn’t it?

A week went by but there had been no sign of her power walking. Every day he scanned the street as he drove to and from work. He even changed his departure and arrival time, to when there would be the most likely chance of seeing her. But still no Alice. Come to think of it, there had been no sign of young Susie either. It was as if they had both somehow disappeared off the face of the planet.

He was becoming less and less interested at work. Both Maria and Rebecca had noticed. What was happening to him? He wasn’t eating well and starting to drink more and more at home each night. From two glasses to three then half a bottle. Sometimes even more.

Audry was on to him. “You’re drinking far too much Hon,” she continually reminded him. God he was starting to hate that word Hon, it was really starting to grate on him.

His mood towards Alice changed constantly. One moment he would be thinking of their passionate love making and her cries of ecstasy and the next that last cruel thing she had said to him

“That's your problem isn’t it.”

It certainly was his problem.

He found he just couldn’t face the clients and manipulate them like he used to. He was passing more and more of his work over to Maria. What on earth was happening to him? Maria came into his office and sat in his visitor’s chair.

“John what's eating you, you’re just not yourself lately?”

He would love to have told her but he couldn’t. Maria was in her early 30’s and reasonably attractive. She dyed her hair jet black; to give her what she thought was the “smart real estate agent look”. He liked Maria a lot. She was a bit of a tough cookie, but you needed that in real estate. Her Italian heritage showed in her facial features and her legs, which were rather large around the calves, like a lot of Italian women.

They had had a bit of a thing last Christmas. Well a bit of a fumble in the dark really. Everyone else had left and Maria had stayed back to help him clear up. Having had a few drinks, he had grabbed her up against the wall and had a bit of a pash and a grope. Although she had rather large breasts, he had found them to be a bit soft for his liking. Not at all firm and hard like Alice. Anyway, both he and Maria found there was not really a lot of passion between them, after all. It had not gone any further and neither of them had ever mentioned it again. They both pretended it had never happened.

“I've had a few things on my mind Maria, but nothing serious,” he lied,

“Just give me a bit of space at the moment. It will all work out soon.”

This was saying don’t touch Maria and she knew to leave him alone.

The days drifted on but still no sign of Alice or Susie.

What had Alice done to him? He woke around 2 am one night and half awake half asleep reached for Alice, but it was Audry lying next to him. He went downstairs and had a scotch; he was now drinking in the middle of the night.

“George and Mabel are coming over for lunch next Sunday,” Audry announced.

“You mean George and Mildred,” he responded. “The outlaws.”

“I wish you wouldn’t call them that Hon.” There was that bloody Hon word again.

“You know they’re nothing like that stupid couple on TV ”

He could think of nothing worse. He called them George and Mildred after the 70’s British TV Comedy, where George was an idiot and Mildred had to keep making excuses for him. But Audry’s father George was far from being an idiot like the one on TV, as John had known for years. He was a real pompous arse and John hated him, right back from the early days, when he was a gardener and George had tried to stop Audry from marrying him.

The dreaded day arrived, with a long buzz on the intercom at the front gate. It was George keeping his finger on the button, demanding to be let in. Up the driveway in his 7 series BMW. It was several years old, because he had taken over its lease when he retired, a number of years ago. Like John he kept his car immaculate. Up he came and parked right in the middle of the driveway, as if he owned it, rather than in the visitors spot. John couldn’t resist when he and Mabel came in,

“How’s that old car of yours going George?” striking the first blow.

“That's a 7 series John, top of the line, not the small one like your 3 series. They don’t make them like that any more.” There was no getting George. Whatever you said he would come back at you. Straight into the lounge room and George plonked himself on the lounge, right in the spot where John always sat.

“How about a beer Jonno? Just a light one I’m driving.”  Jonno, how he hated being called Jonno. It was George’s way of reminding him of his working class origins. He would have loved to respond by calling him Georgy Porgy, but of course he couldn’t.