Feelings of Fear by Graham Masterton

that you’re a very pretty girl and I’m a very lucky guy.”
    He took off his steel-bracelet wristwatch and laid it on top of the nightstand.
    â€œIt’s funny that, isn’t it?” said Anne. “The first thing that people do before they make love is take their watches off … as if time doesn’t matter any more.”
    Cliff took off his flying-jacket and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. “Do you want to switch the light off?” he asked her.
    â€œNo,” she mouthed.
    He sat down on the bed next to her. “I feel kind of strange,” he admitted. “We haven’t even kissed yet.”
    â€œWell, then, let’s kiss.”
    He put his arm around her and drew her closer. He looked directly into her eyes, as if it would help him to understand her, but all he could see was the blue-gray rainwater color of her irises, and his own reflection. He kissed her very softly on the lips, scarcely brushed her, but that was enough. They kissed again, much more urgently this time, and her tongue found its way into his mouth and licked at his palate and his tongue. He kissed her cheeks and her nose and her eyes and her neck, and he felt his penis begin to rise inside his shorts.
    He took hold of her fluffy white sweater and lifted it over her head. For a moment, with her arms raised and her eyes covered, she looked as if she were in a position of bondage. But then she emerged, her face flushed and smiling. “Here … stand up,” he said, and lifted her on to her feet. Without her high heels, she came up no further than his second shirt button.
    He unbuttoned her red tweed skirt and tugged down the zipper. Then he slid the thin straps of her satin slip off her shoulders, so that it slithered to the floor. She held him around the neck and kissed him again, dressed in nothing but her brassiere, her satin step-ins, hergarter-belt and her sheer tan nylons. Her brassiere was slightly too small for her, so that her breasts bulged out on either side. In her deep, soft cleavage nestled a silver medal on a fine silver chain.
    Cliff’s hands were broad and big-fingered, and he had difficulty unfastening her brassiere, especially since it was too tight. “Shoot – this is worse than trying to unwrap chewing-gum with your flying gloves on.” Anne laughed, and kissed him on the nose, and reached behind with both hands and unfastened it for him. Her bare breasts came out of the cups like two warm white milk puddings, with wide areolas of the palest pink. He cupped one breast with his hand and gently circled the ball of his thumb around her nipple, so that it stiffened and knurled.
    He trailed the fingers of his other hand all the way down the curve of her back, and around the cheeks of her bottom. She shivered, and came in closer. When his fingers stroked her between the thighs, he found that her step-ins were already slippery and wet. He took hold of the thin elastic and drew them down her thighs. Then he picked her up in his arms and laid her down on the quilt. Her breasts spread sideways, and he took them in his hands and kissed them, sucking her nipples and flicking them with the tip of his tongue. While he did so, she reached down and started to unbutton his shirt.
    â€œYou’re beautiful,” she said, in the same way that he had said it to her.
    He stripped off his shirt, dragged off his socks and unbuckled his belt. In a few seconds he was completely naked, kneeling between her glossy nylon-sheathed knees. His body was white-skinned but very muscular, with a crucifix of dark hair between his nipples. There was a white scar on his left shoulder where he had been hit by shrapnel over Emden. His stomach was so flat that it made his stiffened penis look even bigger than it was, with its purple helmet and its thick, veined shaft.
    She reached out and gently touched it with her pink-painted fingernails. Cliff couldn’t take his eyes off her, and