The wind blew the rain into their faces as they crossed the road to his apartment. Sarah waited clutching her bag to her as he found the key and finally opened the door into the warm interior. He directed her up the stairs and she obediently went before him, totally unaware if he was looking at her arse. At this point she wasn't even clear in her own thoughts. She hardly knew him, no one really knew where she was, she wasn't trying to act cool she was always herself but this was all new to her.
As he put the key in the front door of the apartment she was aware of the fact he'd walked in ahead of her and made a mental note of his lack of chivalry. It was obvious he'd just moved in. There was a distinct lack of furniture in his apartment; a small sofa and a portable TV in the living room, nothing other than a king-size bed in the bedroom and just the basic requirements in the kitchen. She checked the fridge, there was nothing to eat in the place.
As she made her way to the bathroom he approached her in the corridor. Zipping up his jacket he announced he was going to get something to eat......Stood in front of him now she instinctively kissed him on the lips... that kiss threw any thought of hunger, other than that feeding her sexual desires, from her mind. She longed to throw her arms around him and tell him to forget the food. Instead she poured herself a glass of water and drank half a glass avidly to quench her thirst. Leaving the remainder on the work surface she moved into the unlit hallway .... she imagined it was more than her life was worth to drip water on his brand new cream carpet.
It has been a long drive over and she'd had little sleep the night before. Sarah padded barefoot to the bedroom and stood for a minute at the window, realising there were no curtains or blinds. She leaned on the window sill and stared out at the car park below, looking in at the other residents windows. All quiet now, some curtains open but no activity. She made her way to his substantial bed and peeled her clothing off to her underwear. The heating wasn't on, apparently there'd been a problem with the boiler, so the apartment was a little chilly. She slid under the duvet to get warm and fell asleep in minutes.
She lay there in her slumber, the blanket of semi-sleep holding her tight in the wide king-size bed. She had dreamt and fantasised about him laying his body next to hers.... she opened her eyes reluctantly and came face to face with those features she had wanted to drink in with her eyes again for so long. Before she had a chance to take a closer look her whole being was overtaken by the sensation of his body pressing against hers. Her hands passed gently over his back and across his shoulders and she found herself automatically clasping her hands around the back of his head and pushing her lips against his. He returned the kiss with equal ardour and pressure and as she was about to pull away he slipped his tongue into her waiting mouth and sensuously played with her lips with the tip of his tongue.
For a moment she remembered the takeaway as hunger gnawed slightly in the pit of her stomach. At the same time she was visualising him knelt in front of her pressing his face into the soft lace of her panties. Lifting up her lace chemise she exposed a breast with ease and pushed the nipple gently into his mouth. The sensation that shot between her legs warmed her whole body and was enhanced by the flicking of his fingertip between her legs and the wetness of his tongue settling neatly between her breasts. Before long she was riding him in his king size bed like a prize stallion, his hands at her breasts as he verbalised his appreciation of her. She was aware of cars pulling into the carpark and the lack of curtains at the windows and that the empty apartment opposite might soon be occupied. She glanced to her left and could see herself naked, sweaty and panting on top of him in the full length mirrored wardrobe.
Suddenly, she just wanted it over with. He was clearly enjoying himself but for some reason it was doing nothing for her. Maybe it was the fact he'd not washed his hair as he had the first time they'd met. She had felt a slight twinge of disappointment when she noticed that but pushed it to the back of her mind. Maybe it was the fact he'd moved away from her when they'd called into a local shop on the way to the apartment. She'd touch his arm and he'd pushed it away as he spoke to the assistant who obviously knew him. Maybe it was the smell of the bed cover, which obviously hadn't been washed in weeks.
He hadn't really meant much to her from the start, he really was just a pretty face and a warm body to cuddle up to. She'd made her way there that day feeling let down and hurt by someone she'd thought so much more of but who hadn't deserved her. She knew she was going to have sex, they'd come so close the first time they'd met, but she'd resisted. She wondered what it might be like to just have sex, just because she could.
Now she had and it wasn't anywhere as good as she'd imagined. It was awkward in a way because she didn't know him that well, it was empty because she didn't love him nor he her and there was no expression of anything other than sexual desire between them. "God, you're a great shag!" - she'd almost laughed in his face it had sounded so absurd, almost insulting. He'd not even hung around to satisfy her after he came, just lay there for a few seconds and then asked her if she was hungry. She wasn't really, in fact she felt sick to her stomach.
She got dressed quietly as he warmed the takeaway up in the microwave and sang to himself. His voice echoed in the tiled kitchen - "can anybody find me.... somebody to love". He didn't hear her as she padded softly across the hallway and out into the long, dark corridor and into the cold, rainy night!
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