Lonie10

Audrey ran the cold water tap, her hand fanning the water and spraying it onto the dishes. But it was no good. She could never wash away her shame. Her legs felt as if they were going to buckle and she would collapse onto the floor. She took a deep breath to ward off that final indignity and looked out at all the other houses in the back court, an uneven patchwork of darkness with the odd square of light. With calm deliberation she washed her hands under the tap and turned it off, bent down and picked up her tights, dried her hands with them and left them sitting on the lip of the sink. There was something of a performance about it. She knew he was watching her.

Lonie stood frozen, unsure what to do or what to say. He became aware that as he was gawping at her, he was holding his breath. His cock had also begun its slow climb and was pushing out of his pants, so that he shuffled sideways to the cooker, tucking his elbow and hand in at his chest and stomach to hide it.

‘Cat got your tongue?’ Audrey said.

‘It wisnae my tongue I was worried about.’ Lonnie pushed his cock downward and tried to keep his eyes on her face as he shuffled away.

‘Where are you going to?’ she said.

It was as if she’d read his mind. He was going next door for a wank, but he could hardly tell her that. Lonie’s face reddened and he was glad there wasn’t much light. ‘Ah’m awful tired.’

She looked at him placidly, as if they were having a perfectly natural conversation.
‘You going to sleep in those two hard chairs, with that damp old coat pulled up over you?’ She sounded curious, as is she was an interviewer preparing a Rowntree’s report into urban poverty.

There were a few moments of silence whilst Lonie considered, his tongue poking into the ragged part of one of his back teeth, trying to probe the trick that was in the question and his cock began to slumber. ‘Yes,’ he said, decisively.

‘Why don’t you sleep here?’ Audrey took a sharp intake of breath, almost a sob, but she’d said it.

‘Where?’ Lonie looked about his kitchen trying to work out where she meant he should sleep. Then his heart began pounding and his cock began to stir and jump. He looked over at her. She was bent slightly with her knees locked together and one hand covering the other and both hands covering her bush.

‘After all,’ she said, ‘it’s not much of a bed.' She meant the two chairs next door. 'You’ve already seen me naked. It seems a bit hypocritical and false modesty to let you sleep next door when there’s a perfectly good bed in here.’ Her cheeks flushed pink.

‘Practically naked,’ Lonie said.

‘Practically naked,’ Audrey laughed, conceding the point and letting her hands drop, dashing over to the bed, swinging her hips in that peculiar way she had, and pulling the sheets back on the side near the bookcase. She lifted a pillow and divided the bed with it. ‘You can sleep on this side.’ She patted his side of the bed. ‘And I can sleep on this side.’ She pulled the sheets over her shoulders and with her back to him lay down snug in the bed.

‘Ah’ll need to go next door for a fag.’ He waited to hear what she would say, but she said nothing. His foot trailed back and forth on the linoleum as he tried to decide. ‘Then I’ll need to go to the toilet.’ There was still nothing from her. He listened to hear if she was sleeping. ‘Ah’ll probably just sleep next door.’

‘Ok,’ Audrey said.

Lonie trailed through to the living room to get his fags and he tried to work out whether that meant it was ok that he could have a fag; ok that he could go to the toilet; ok that he was sleeping in the living room, ok that he was going to come back next door to sleep beside her; or ok that he was going to fuck her as hard and fast as he wanted and perhaps as she wanted to. He touched his cock and wanked and tugged it, experimentally, a few times, in front of the dying embers of the fire, but he still wasn’t sure. His fags were lying near the fender. He lit one and sat on the chair facing the window. The heavy brocade curtains were closed, but weren’t broad enough to cover the whole window. He looked out to the inky darkness of rooftops and tv-aerials and played with his cock. His fag fell out of his hand and smouldered on the Axminster carpet as he dozed and jerked awake with the burning smell. ‘Jesus.’ He jumped up and rubbed the brown black burn stain until it blended in with the others and looked at the luminous dials of the clock. He’d a few hours before he had to get up for work. He corrected himself. They had to get up for work. He hadn’t thought about that either. He started much earlier than her. He lit another fag in the shadow light and watched Big Ben ticking out time. The fact that she was next door, lying in his bed made his cock stir, and tick to its own time, making who started when seem an irrelevance.

Lonie stuck his feet in his shoes, pulled his greatcoat on and padded into the hall. He could see his breath forming little plumes and clouds as he tried to turn the key in the front door and sneak out into the landing without Audrey hearing him. The toilet was upstairs. He shared with the three flats at the top and three from his landing. He hadn’t expected to see anyone, but when he heard the flush he stood on the top stair and quickly buttoned up the two middle buttons of his coat giving him a modicum of respectability.

Mrs Maxwell came out of the toilets wearing a thick housecoat buttoned up to her ears, with a mop and bucket and wearing arm length rubber gloves. She’d thick square-shaped specs which she peered at Lonie through and her hair had one big orange curler with her grey hair pinned to it and onto the top of her head. ‘You goin’ to use the toilet?’ she asked.

‘Yes Mrs Maxwell,’ Lonie said, careful not to smile too much in case she took it the wrong way, but careful not to appear too glum in case she took that the wrong way.

‘Those toilets are a disgrace.’ Mrs Maxwell’s head pushed forward like a tortoises, to see if there was any disagreement. ‘I better be going.’ She humphed her bucket and mop over to the corner door, pushed it open and clattered them down inside the hallway. ‘Always disinfect,’ she said, before shutting the door and giving Lonie one last piece of advice.

The toilet bowl was still blue from Domestos. Lonie made sure he flushed before he left the lavvy. He was sure Mrs Maxwell would be out at his back, checking before he’d gotten down the stairs.

Lonie stood inside the hall, his head angled to one side listened for any snores, or sighs, or grinding of the teeth, markers that might show Audrey was still alive, but there was nothing but the creeks and groans of the house and the noise of the odd car on the roads outside. One of the floorboards creaked as he tip-toed into the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see. She was lying straight as a rifle, bedclothes up over her shoulder, so all he could see was dark hair, on the side of the bed nearest his faux-leather-bound encyclopaedias. She sounded asleep, her breathing regular. He felt the familiar tightening of his cock. As he turned to leave he heard her sigh and she muttered some nonsense phrase. Then she turned, one bare leg shooting out of the side of the bed and she started moaning as if in pain. ‘No. No.’ she started to say, her head twisting one way and then the other, as if in an agony of disapproval.

Audrey’s eyes suddenly opened and she sat up, confused, not knowing where she was. Then she saw Lonie guising at the bottom of her bed with his long coat on and she could have laughed. ‘Why didn’t you come to bed?’ Her voice had a girlish innocence and she ducked under the covers checking to see if the cushion still divided the bed.

‘A’m just comin.’ Lonie unbuttoned his coat, and laid it along the bottom of the bed as an extra blanket to keep their feet warm. He sat on the bed half-way down were it came out from behind the door and tugged the blankets square at the wall out. He could feel her lazy eyes on him. He slithered and half rolled into the bed beside her, his feet, still with his holey socks on, sticking out at a sideways angle, which he quickly pulled in and the blankets up and over tight to his neck. The bed on his side was cold, but he could feel the heat rising in waves coming from her side and smelling clean and fresh, which somehow made him feel dirty.

‘Good night.’ Audrey turned sideways, turning away from him and lying on her arm.

‘Night.’ Every part of Lonie stiffening up, too scared to move one way or the other. His fingers moved in a slow spider crawl, cautiously, across the bed and met the cold comfort of the pillow that acted as a bolster between them. His left foot slid northwards and gradually found a warmer climate and the shock of bare leg touching bare leg. He pulled his leg quickly away, as if it was an accident of sleep. His heart was racing and his breathing ragged as his foot made the same cautious journey to claim that side of the bed. When flesh met flesh this time there was no recoil. Neither from him. Nor from her. He grew bold and drunk with conquest, shifting his body onto the side, facing her back and pushing gradually inch by conquered inch closer to the heat of her body. He picked at the pillow tugging, tilting and shifting it towards his side of the bed. An imperceptible stillness in the room seemed to wait to engulf him, but his need to touch and be touched made his whole body shake.

Audrey feigned sleep, but her eyes were open when his leg bumped against hers. She fell sleep for a while and found the pillow gone and him pressed close up against her back. They could have been two good friends cooring in, but for the distinctive feel and beat of his cock pulsing against her skin like a metronome. The hand on her waist hand had none of the coolness of a man’s, but was that of a cautious boy sneaking into that of an adults', for her to give, or hers to take. It found its way around to the roundness of her stomach, pulling her backwards, with a whimper, and in closer to him. The other hand burrowed under her and found its way up and under the weight of her breast, but finding the cloth of her bra had retreated in disarray back the way it had come. The other hand too, oiled with sweat, slipped from her stomach. His body bent in a bow shape with his knees up and away from her. She felt his boxer’s mitts fumbling and trying to undo the hooks on her bra, failing and growing tense, before making another attempt and failing again. She leaned forward, her head rising from the pillow and away from his flailing fingers, cold air cut across her back as she reached up and unhooked her bra, slipped it off and let it fall, were it would, at the side of the bed. Her head settled once more on the pillow and her body waited, and tensed, for the new shape it would make.

Lonie felt the shift of her body and briefly saw the white of her back as she unhooked her bra and he waited until she came back towards him in the bed. He edged closer to her pale skin. His hand slipped under her back and she moved her hip and arm to let his hand lie on her bare breast. The soft plumpness stunned him. His other hand shot round up and under her arm to get its share. They looked big, but unloaded from her bra and squeezed into his hands they felt enormous and he wanted them, more than anything else, to be in his mouth.

Audrey twisted her hips and turned away from him. She felt his fingers growing on her breasts and stretching her skin. They flicked and circled the aureoles testing them making her blood flow into them and the skin around her nipples rough as crazy paving. Electric shocks worked through her body when he touched one nipple, then squeezed the other, his sure fingers working and teasing it out to the size of a babies’ finger. Before her pregnancy she remembered this was as far as she’d went with this other boy. She’d let his callow hands wind up and around her heart. She’d suckled him, one breast and then the other, fed and teased his tonuge and watched his face grow greedy for more and more. She’d felt powerful then and mistress of him. The mistress of all. But she’d laid down on the ground for that boy; but nothing ever below the waist; nothing ever below the waist; and cupped her two breasts together for him to put his eager young cock between, a diddy-ride they called it at school. She’d feel the quickening and the tensing and watch as the boy's eyes glazed. She learned to hold her hand up so that his jism didn’t get in her hair. He learned to spray his seed under her chin and under to her tits. With the slackening of his cock he learned to lick his own seed from her body, from her tits, watching her face as he did so. When the boy had hoovered up, he tried to kiss her, force his tongue into her mouth, to make her eat his second hand seed, but her mouth had stayed as closed as her legs to him and his threats.

That would not be the case with Lonie. For once she was glad the sheets weren’t clean. She was so wet she was dripping onto the bed. Lonie’s mouth felt as rough as sandpaper. He didn’t as much kiss her as eat her alive, pushing the back of her head into his, his body clinging to her, his cock digging into her stomach as if trying to dig a hole through the hair on her pubis. His fingers found the oleaginous bulb of her clitoris and her back arched as she opened her legs wider as he rubbed and flicked at it and his tobacco taste swallowed her moans. He kissed and feasted on her neck leaving butterfly offering of kisses and the nips and wasp bites of love. Her breasts were a table, were his mouth played, taking one breast and one nipple into his mouth and then doing so with the other. Finding them both perfect he kneaded and sucked on them, his hand playing and flicking with her clitoris and climbing down to examine the depths of her vestibule. She felt a warm sensation that seemed to engulf her, roll over her whole body from her toes to her head and she was bucking and shaking the bed and she was wondering what was happening to her, but she never wanted it to stop. Then Lonie was lying on top of her with his cock inside her riding her, riding the wave that had started on her body, kissing her, filling her body with oxygen so that it was starting again and she was going even higher and only his body, his weight was the one thing that kept her floating up and out of the window. ‘Don’t you fucking stop,’ she found herself clinging onto him, making him go harder and harder, clutching at his back, her nails digging into his skin, clinging onto her, until everything grew smooth and they grew apart, his thrusts coming softer and softer. ‘Don’t come inside me,’ she said, grasping at the slicked head that lay on her shoulder.

‘Ok,’ Lonie said, but he already had. His cock was growing flaccid inside her and was finding its own place outside her body. ‘I need to go for a pee,’ he said, needing to feel the cold air on his body. He pulled the blankets away from his side of the bed. The blankets were soaking and he was soaking, but she sat up straight-backed on the bed, looked untouched by it all. In fact, the opposite. She looked wide awake and her body was glowing. He couldn’t resist leaning over and nuzzling her nipples. She cupped one, then the other to his mouth.

‘Go,’ Audrey said, pushing Lonie’s head playfully away from her breasts. ‘Go and take your little mushroom to the toilet,’ she stroked at his cock and felt it stretch and grow. ‘Poor little mushroom,’ she said, but it was growing harder and less mushroom like. She pushed Lonie’s head away so she could have a look at it. ‘You know,’ she pecked Lonie on the lips, feeling his cock grow firm in her hand and looking down at it slanting and pulling to the one side like a school yard bully, ‘I’ve never,’ and she burped, saying ‘excuse me,’ ‘I’ve never had a cock in my mouth.’ She felt his cock jump in her hand.

Lonie fell back onto his back on the bed. Audrey wanked his cock, wanked his cock and wanked his cock, each time her head getting nearer and nearer. He knew it was coming but it was still a surprise when her tongue snaked out and licked his prepuce. She settled on it, her lips delicately nibbling and tasting, her concentration so intense that she forgot to wank and he started thrusting his hips to remind her, and watch his cock inch in and out and in and out, one inch then two inches then three inches. She was wanking harder and harder, until she was choking and spluttering on his cock. Lonie could feel his scrotum tightening.

‘I don’t really like the taste,’ said Audrey, stopping suddenly and letting Lonie’s cock fall from her mouth.

‘You will,’ Lonie thrust his hips up and cock up towards her face and mouth. She let it perch on her lips, opened her mouth and licked the top of his prepuce again.

‘No, I don’t.’ She shook her head and her tits wiggled as if they were laughing.

‘Jesus,’ Lonie let out a deep sigh. He made a dive for Audrey pinning her firmly to the bed with his body, rubbing his cock up and down her stomach and kissing her. He worked his way with his tongue down to her belly button.

Audrey knew what to do when he got down to her vagina and knelt, with his back to her, before her musky mound. She opened her legs and let him eat her. He used his mouth and tongue to tease her clitoris, but as she bucked and threshed he knelt with his bum in the air in front of her and pulled her legs as far apart as they could go. He pushed his mouth in and with a frenzy of sucking and licking, his nose up too, and seemed to want to get his head inside her and deliver her orgasm personally from inside her body. She felt her orgasm build and grow horns, and she started wanking his sideways cock, quicker and quicker, until she found herself moaning and the bed shaking beneath her. She exploded into orgasm and she leaned forward to take his cock in her mouth and let him feed his spunk into her mouth.