Reputational Notoriety

I drove back to Amy's apartment, knocking softly on the doorframe for fear of disturbing her neighbours at 2:35. The door opened as if by magic. She hid behind it as I stepped hesitantly inside. I looked at her with a curious smile on my face.

"You have a magic door?" I whispered.

She burst out laughing.

"Yes, there's a lot of magic happening here tonight, Billy.Disappearing men, for starters."

"I know," I said, "I apologise profusely, but it was done with the best of intentions."

"I realise that, Billy," she said, "and I appreciate it. Just don't do it again."

She held a short black robe closed across her as we stood in the hallway. As she stepped towards me she released her grasp on it to reach for me. We kissed softly and she led me back to her bedroom. She had tidied it up somewhat in the time I'd been away. She slipped her robe off and slid, naked, under the bedcovers, her hand reaching for mine. I quickly undressed and joined her, taking her in my arms and holding her warm body to me.

"I recall you mentioning a Superpower?" she asked with an inscrutable smile.

"I know," I said, "it was just something silly that I said to lighten the mood."

"It must be a nuclear superpower then," she whispered.

"Why?"

"I almost disintegrated with the power of my orgasms, Billy, were you not there beside me?" she asked.

"Yes, it was wonderful, Amy," I said, "you're such a sexy lady. You made my heart sing."

"That's never happened before," she said, "to me, in any case."

"Really? I would never have thought that."

"Why not?" she asked.

"A blind man can see what a spectacular lady you are, Amy."

"I've had my moments, Billy," she whispered, "but nothing like that."

"You have no idea what that means to me."

"What else can you do?"

"I can show you my other superpowers," I said.

"There's more?"

"Oh, yes, my dear," I said, as I lowered my lips to hers, "but we may have to start all over again."

"Just promise not to run away again."

"I promise," I whispered into her opened mouth. "No matter what."

There was a hunger to her kiss as our lips met. I touched her breast and she sizzled.

"Taste me," she whispered breathlessly, "I'm so aroused right now."

I touched my lips to her soft pink vulva and allowed my tongue to slip gently inside the lips of her labia. Taking my middle finger, I lightly stroked along the outer perimeter, negotiating the constant motion of her body as she emitted a feminine whine of arousal. I took one of her outer lips between mine as my finger travelled slowly inside the walls of her labia and gently stroked all around the surface before softly touching the entrance to her vagina as my tongue sought her clitoris.

"Oh my God,Billy," she wailed, as my finger slowly penetrated her, and my tongue tasted her clitoris simultaneously. I slipped my finger inside her, seeking out her tender G Spot. She moved her hips to assist my progress and I finally felt the slightly different texture inside her that indicated where it was located. I slowly stroked it softly, flattening the pad of my finger and varying the pressure as I did so. She groaned as her desire built, her fingers held the hand that I had placed on her luscious stomach just below her navel and slightly above her Mons Veneris. She squeezed it with surprising strength as she tried to hold on, her tightening stomach muscles betraying the onset of her smouldering climax.

An anguished cry of release, accompanied by a slow, oozing stream of her creamy viscous fluid, emanated from deep within her as a searing orgasm flooded her with a quivering physical impact. She cried out again as another one rolled through her extremities, and she pleaded for comfort as she seemed to struggle to understand what she was experiencing. I held her to me as she seemed to shiver in my arms, her face buried deeply into the crook of my neck, clinging tightly to me. It was a deliciously erotic moment, the depth of her passion on display and something I had never witnessed before.

She lifted her face and kissed me ravenously. I opened my eyes as our lips separated and I saw the tears of deep emotion on her face again. I wiped them away and kissed her, moved to dry them with a soft touch to my lips, my tongue savouring their salinity and joining her in the intensity of her ecstasy. She curled up and wrapped her body around mine. It was the sensual movement of a highly delectable and temporal creature, her skin soft and warm, displaying a slight sheen of post orgasmic exultation.

She lay in my arms and stroked my face, a look of placid repletion luminous in her eyes. She smiled and motioned to speak but her words caught in her throat. I understood her depth of emotion, no words were required nor requested. We were the sole inhabitants of our world.

"You're so very beautiful, Amy, love," I whispered and kissed her lips softly.

"I haven't got the words, Billy," she replied.

"I never thought I'd ever witness you being speechless," I said, with a smile.

"I never thought someone could make me feel like this without spiking my drink," she said."Wait! You didn't spike my drink did you?"

"I drank the same drink that you did, Amy," I laughed.

She leaned across me and took our half-full glasses from the bedside table and handed one to me. She sat up in the bed and ran her hand through what there was of my hair. She took a deep draught of her drink, emptying it, and took mine from my hand before placing them back on the table. She bent towards me and kissed me lightly, quickly deepening the connection and taking me down several floors to a place I'd never visited. I was spellbound as her tongue explored my mouth and lips, covering the entire area with a lightness of touch that had me struggling to maintain an understanding of where we were and what I was experiencing.

I held her tightly, not wishing this kiss, or whatever it was, to end. I was totally under her spell, a willing victim as I surrendered to the extreme blanket of arousal that was slowly enveloping my entire body, mind, and soul. I felt a touch to my left nipple, a light brushing or slight breeze and an accompanying unconscious groan that prompted her to surround it with her lips and suck gently whilst accompanying it with a tender brush of her tongue. I felt my erection harden and imagined it almost increase in size, as I felt her hand float over my stomach and encompass my penis with a gossamer touch. She paused our kiss and looked into my eyes. She smiled and lightly licked my top lip, knelt on the bed beside me and turned her body to move her head towards my lower body.

"Amy, let me reciprocate. Please," I whispered.

"Later, love, this is my gift to you," she replied, her eyes glistening in the dimness of the room.

I tried to watch what she did, but it was impossible because my head and neck muscles were rendered impotent as she lowered her lips to the tip of my penis, opening them slightly and touching the tip of her tongue to the pool of preliminary fluid gathered there. I sensed, rather than saw, her take me into her mouth in my entirety, she used a very light touch and sent my desire on a breathless meteoric flight as I sensed her warm tongue slowly envelope and taste every available surface.

"Amy!" I breathed, feeling myself beginning my journey to orgasm.

"Yes, love?"she whispered without turning.

"I'm not coming in your mouth,"I whispered, agitatedly.

"Why?"

"I need to be inside you."

She smiled at me and acquiesced. She slid her glorious body along mine until we were looking into each other's eyes.

"You couldn't take MY superpower?"she whispered with a smile.

"I'll surrender to you. For now," I replied with a grin. "One never knows what the morning will bring."

"That, my love, is a date,"she whispered, as she rose slightly and eased my penis inside her vagina.

"Oh, fuck that's spectacular," I groaned as she slowly took me into her.

She eased herself further down until I was fully held within a wondrous grotto that held me comfortingly inside. She felt snug and warm and the moisture that escaped from her was like liquid velvet as it coated my entire penis and scrotum. The aroma that pervaded the room was of honey scented musk as she rested her head on my shoulder, laying quietly in my arms, savouring the moment and the emotion of our connection.

"You're a beautiful man, Billy," she whispered breathlessly, signs of arousal evident in her ragged breath.

I held her bum in my hands as we kissed, joined by our lips but adhered to each other by our souls. Unbidden sounds of her rising exhilaration indicating her need and desire. She lifted her hips slowly and I moved within her.

"Ooh!" she almost whimpered as a shiver ran through her.

I moved slowly and slightly inside her, massaging the inner walls of her wondrous vagina with gentle inward and outward movements. I focused purely on her and divorced myself from any feeling in my penis. I wanted to please her, and my need for her to reach orgasm outweighed my own pleasure. I felt it beginning as her fingers dug into my shoulders and her eyes made rapid movements in her head just before she closed them tightly.

I heard it in her garbled moans as she became totally unintelligible. Her hips fought my hands in escape, I held on to her and maintained my tempo. She cried out and the power of her demanding body caused me to lose my grasp. She lifted her left leg to disengage but I managed to hold her in place.

"Stay with me, Amy, please,"I almost begged her."Let it go."

"Oh, Billy,"she said, agitatedly."I'm gonna come. I'm so sorry."

She surrendered to me as the feeling began to overpower her, I felt a warm and moist release around my penis first, shortly followed by an agonised cry as the inevitable eruption shattered her resistance and sent her body into paroxysms of ecstatic movement, forcing her upright before crashing back down on top of me again. She was trembling heavily, and we both felt the strong flow of her ejaculation as it bathed us both in the warmth from within. We laid together without moving, as my erect penis showed no indication of leaving. Fully recovered, she smiled and kissed me.

"It feels like somebody isn't ready to rest yet," she teased,"I think mummy needs to give him a good talking to. What do you think?"

"I'd never argue with mummy,"I laughed, and closed my eyes as she took me in her mouth.

Next morning, I woke to the sound of coffee being perked and the sounds and smell of bacon cooking. It was 8:30. I pulled on my shirt and trousers and wandered into the kitchen. She saw me before I could sneak up on her and she smiled with a little girl smile.

"Good morning, beautiful lady," I said and stole a kiss.

"Good morning, lover," she said, and we laughed.

She held my shirt as she stirred the eggs, a serious look on her face.

"You are an amazing lover, Billy. I'm not joking," she said. "Let's have something to eat and go back to bed."

"Have you no job to go to this morning?" I asked.

"No, I'm on a week's leave," she said. "I call it my Autumn long weekend."

"It's a hard life," I said to myself, and sat down.

"I heard that," she said.

"You were meant to, now where's this food?" I asked.

We were both starving, and the food quickly disappeared.

"You enjoyed that," she said, picking up my empty plate.

"It was delicious, you're a culinary magician," I said, "or did I miss the caterers?"

"Very funny," she said. "I'll just give this place a quick once over."

"Can I use your shower?" I asked.

"Yes, of course, there's a few towels in the closet beside the bathroom door."

I found the bathroom door and the closet beside it. Unfortunately, there were four doors on the closet, so I took a chance and opened the one nearest the bathroom door. It was a double wardrobe, custom fitted as I had come to expect from Amy. It had polished aluminium rails running horizontally at intervals of about 400 millimetres. There were six in all, and each level held two rails about 300 millimetres apart.

Hanging from each rail were complete sets of lingerie in various styles, fabrics, and colours. There were bras, thongs, panties, teddies, corsets, one-piece open crotch body suits, garter belts and bustiers, all on individual hangers and all tidily stored on the aluminium rails. The tags readLa Perla, Honey Birdette, Coco de Mer, Agent ProvocateurandFleur of England, all luxury brands and all very expensive. The wardrobe was full of the stuff. On the floor of the wardrobe were two storage drawers.

I eased one open, to find dozens of pairs of nylon stockings in all colours, styles and fabrics including fishnets and open weave netting. All were brand new and still in their wrappers. I slid it shut and eased the bottom drawer open.

I scratched my head when I saw what it contained. There were several bottles of flavoured lube and several sealed cartons of flavoured condoms. There were also a selection of dildos and vibrators, sleep masks and, quite surprisingly, a black strap on set with a large plastic penis attached. I closed that drawer quickly and took a step back.

"What the fuck?" I thought to myself.

I closed the wardrobe doors over and opened the next one. The last two wardrobes were single units, the one I opened held a selection of seductive nightwear such as babydoll nighties, sheer and lace robes, camisoles, chemises, and negligees. There were only two levels of horizontal bars in this wardrobe spaced about 1,400 millimetres apart. I closed the door on that one and opened the last one, where I found the promised towels sitting clean and smelling fresh on five shelves inside the carcass of the unit. I grabbed one and made my way into the bathroom.

I ran the shower, and it was, appropriately, set for a perfect temperature. I was about to step in when I heard her call,

"Billy, did you find the towels?"

"I did, thanks, love," I said, and jumped into the shower in case she came in to see if I was managing the shower well.

All kinds of thoughts swirled around my brain. I couldn't make sense of it, and I was feeling a little shocked. I came down on the side that Amy was a single woman, had plenty of money, and could afford to have the finer things in life. Who was I to judge her? I would usually rejoice in someone's success, why would I not do similar with Amy? Maybe she used the strap on to hold her dress down while she ironed it. Who knew? Who the fuck cared? I didn't, it was none of my business.

I put it to the back of my head and enjoyed the shower. Once again, luxury branded soaps, body washes and conditioners byMolton Brownwere available in the stall and I used these profusely. I felt good as I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. A small box of razors sat on a glass shelf above the sink along with a small dispenser ofMolton Brownshaving foam. My face was the worse for wear, so I used them to have a quick shave, finishing it off with a touch ofMolton Brownafter shave balm, a new experience for me.

"You smell nice," she said, as she met me outside the bathroom door as she returned from the kitchen.

"I did the best I could with the stuff you had in there, Amy," I said. "You should really shop in places other than Lidl and Aldi."

"You fucker," she said with a laugh. "What do you expect for nothing?"

"It wouldn't kill you to get a small bottle ofSanta Maria Novella, Angeli di Firenzein, just in case," I said.

"I'll remember that for next time," she whispered, as she nuzzled against my face.

"Will there be a next time?" I asked, my hopes rising.

"If you can make me reach orgasm before you leave, I'll give you your own key," she whispered, her eyes serious, her breath minty and breathing unspoken promises.

"Tell me what you'd like," I whispered, taking her in my arms.

"I'd like to feel you coming inside my vagina, Billy and then in my mouth," she said, taking my lips prisoner and slipping her robe off, leaving her naked in my arms.

"How about your vagina now and your mouth this evening?" I whispered into her lips. "I'm just a man after all."

"Do you have to haggle over everything?" she laughed.

"I like to stay in practice."

"I accept your alternative proposal."

We made beautiful love, and she reached orgasm twice before we finally shared an extremely volatile climax which caused us to rest easily in each other's arms.

"I need to change these sheets, Billy," she said.

"Now?" I asked.

"No, there's no point in doing it now."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm still coming," she said as a slight shiver ran through her.

"Come here to me," I said, as I held her close.

She kissed my chest.

"I feel safe in your arms," she said quietly.

"Good," I said just as my phone rang in my pocket.

"Answer it," she said.

"No, it's probably one of the lads moaning about the weather."

"Answer it and I'll make some tea," she said.

"It's 11:00," I said, getting out of bed to grab my phone, "I'll get rid of whoever it is."

It was a strange number, but I answered it in any case.

"Billy Byrne," I said, distractedly as I watched Amy get out of bed and stretch out.

She was spectacular and so sensually perfect as she brushed imaginary dust from her smoothly shaved Mons while reaching for her robe simultaneously. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached for me. I sat beside her, and she began to stroke my skin. I felt a stirring down below and she smiled and kissed my cheek. I held up the phone so she could hear.

"Howaya, Billy, Pat O'Connell from Retroactive Developments," he said in a broad country accent.

I looked at Amy to see if she recognised the name and shook her head slightly.

"Hi, Pat," I said, "how can I help you?"

"I'm following up on an email I sent you yesterday," he said, "you never replied to it."

"You sent me an email?" I asked.

"Yes, did you not get it?"

"Let me check my phone, there was a lot of traffic yesterday, it's easy to miss one," I said.

I muted the call and then switched him off.

"Ever heard of this guy?" I asked Amy.

"No. Can I see the email?" she asked.

I opened the email and she read it quickly. She stood up, and ran out of the room, returning in a flash with a pad and pencil. She scribbled down a few things and said, "stall him for a day."

I rang him back.

"Sorry Pat," I said, "I lost you there."

"Did you find it?" he asked again.

"I did, it was in the Spam Folder," I said.

"What do you think?"

"I found it, but I didn't read it, Pat," I said, looking at Amy who was paying rapt attention.

"Well, it says... " he began when I stopped him.

"Pat, I'm otherwise engaged in a personal capacity today, can you give me a call tomorrow please? I'll have read it by then and will be on surer footing."

"Are you sure you haven't read it, Billy?" he asked again.

"Pat, you're being a prick," I said, as Amy nearly choked, "what part of the term,personal capacity,do you not understand?"

"Oh, right. I'm terribly sorry," he said, "Timmy Woods said I should contact you."

"Great," I said, "but not now."

"I'll ring you in the morning."

"Leave it until after lunch," I said, "I'm booked solid tomorrow morning."

"Ok, how does 2:00 sound?"

I looked at Amy and she gave me a thumbs up.

"That should work, thanks, Pat."

It rang again, it was Debbie. Amy stood and mimicked making tea before leaving the room.

"Hi Billy," she said, "I just got in."

"You didn't have to ring to tell me that, Debs," I said.