Her Master's Voice by Jacqueline George Page A

surprised enough to mumble something about ‘beautiful’ as she sent him to the shower. Flattery did not come easily to him.
    She knew she had cooked a good meal. For once, she got the table just right with proper Chinese bowls, spoons and saucers. Chopsticks and rests, candles, crystal, cold rosé. Krupuk, finger steak with sweet peppers and onions, steamed rice, pickled chillies. She had Tim at home again.
    Afterwards, she even left the dirty dishes in the sink and came to sit next to him on the sofa. The television had nothing they could watch, only Mandarin, so she kicked off her shoes and knelt astride him, blocking his view of the screen. Then she made love to him, right there on the sofa. She let him lift her dress off and discover her nudity underneath. In the soft light of the candles and the silent television, wearing only bracelets, earrings and a pendant cross, the front door and windows wide open for the breeze, she slowly bounced up and down on his lap until he came sweetly inside her. It felt good to watch him, and exciting too. Leaving the room in a mess, she led him upstairs and there on his bed he took her again, more forcefully this time, her on all fours on the bed and Tim behind, gripping her hips and butting against them as he strove for his second orgasm. It had felt good for her, exciting, a feeling of being used as a woman for sex, and she had almost joined in his pleasure.
    Then she had laid him down, set the alarm and slipped off downstairs to wash up and close the house for the night. He was fast asleep when she returned to bed.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
    Tim tucked himself into his plane seat next morning. The remains of his Indopet breakfast lay in front of him and the JavaSea was far below. He felt fuzzy and short of sleep.
    He turned over in his mind the events of yesterday. Not his arrest and questioning, they seemed normal in comparison, but Sherry’s uncharacteristic behaviour when he had returned home. She had looked beautiful as she came to the door, truly beautiful. In fact, finer than she had ever looked. Tall, elegant, a short dress that made her long legs look even longer. Wearing make-up, and jewellery. She had looked like a film star. And the trouble she had taken over her cooking... They normally shared the cooking when he was at home and although they ate well, she never troubled to present food properly. She usually cooked well but last night she had done more than that. Excellent. Better than the best restaurant.
    Afterwards, while he relaxed in the warm glow of good food and wine, she had come to him and the fun had started. She had stood in front of him, her long legs astride his knees and slipped her shoes off. Then she had hiked up her dress a little and knelt on him, graceful thighs outside his own. She had taken his head in both hands and kissed him hungrily. It had felt good to have her on his lap. Her body felt live and sexy, and she had smelt feminine. To his complete surprise, she had done this downstairs, on the sofa, without nervousness. The doors and windows open wide, and Sherry had not cared.
    As they had kissed, he had stroked her, running his hands up and down her back. He always enjoyed her back, its slimness, the unexpected lithe strength of her, the flare of her narrow waist widening to her hips. Most of all he enjoyed playing with her bottom, kneading, squeezing, opening, and she enjoyed it too. She had certainly enjoyed it last night, moving her bottom from side to side as he played with her, arching her back to stick it out more. He had felt her urge him to lift the hem of her dress and when he did, he had finally realised that she wore no panties. That alone showed how special the evening had been. Although he had suggested it in the past, he had never known her without panties under her dress.
    She had positively purred when he rolled her dress up and pulled it carefully off. She was left white and nude on his lap, wearing only golden hoop