I had forgotten. And she had reminded me.

Maybe it was because I had for so long looked at the body as a weapon only, something to train and optimize and drill into perfection, so it could more efficiently work and be worked. I had forgotten that… the body could also be used for other things.

I couldn’t keep my head straight all the next day. She was just everywhere. I could have sworn I could still smell her on everything, hear her voice behind me, could still even feel her perfect body move and respond to me. The truth was, I wasn’t sure what gotten into me, either. One moment we were doing what we always did and the next moment something began which we both seemed unable to stop. It seemed laughable to me now that I had ever been so angry at her. I used to wonder whether that whole review stunt was just her sneaky way of getting us to this point, but then, hadn’t I happily gone along with it as well?

It had been so long since I had felt a woman, and being with her that night… it unlocked something in me that I hadn’t realized I had locked away in the first place. Had she noticed how nervous I was? Was I obviously and embarrassingly inexperienced, compared to all the other men she’d probably been with? What many people don’t realize about career tough guys like myself is that we’re no less petrified about things in life than anyone else, we’re just better at acting like we aren’t. A beautiful woman like that? I was already punching about my weight with her as it was, and the thought that she could tell how rusty I was proved enough to make me break into a cold sweat.

The classes at the gym were so full I needed to set up more. People were in there all the time now, and the place was getting a reputation in the area. I hadn’t taken a security gig for months and didn’t need to. We had a glossy new brand image, a few freshly renovated mirrored rooms, a part time accountant; two dedicated cleaning staff and someone for the front desk. Things were growing and to my surprise, the money was rolling in steadily but surely.

But after that day none of that held my interest for very long. When I chatted to the front desk about the new fob system we installed, all I could think about was the delicious way her ass jiggled with each thrust. When I planned out the class layouts for the upcoming weeks, all I could think about was her face as she turned around to look at me, lips parted, my cum on her back. When I had a meeting with the zoning official from the council I couldn’t hear what he was saying, because all I could think about was how fucking perfect it was when her hair fell slightly into her face as she kissed me and how she would peek out at me from behind that blonde curtain.

And now after two days of a kind of torture I had never trained for or experienced in my life, I was waiting for her, at my home, in my living room. I’d wait for that familiar crunch of the gravel as she walked up through the communal garden and into her apartment, give her a minute to settle down inside, then call her. I had played over the plan in my mind a dozen times that day already. But something about the memory of the taste of her lips, about how she had so freely given herself without any fear, something about it made me want to take risks for her. It made me feel fearless. I heard a car pull up outside, and her footsteps on the gravel. I checked my watch. She likely thought I was still at the gym, which at this time I usually was.

Heart pounding madly, I stilled my breath so I could hear each movement. I heard the dull wooden thud of each of her steps up onto her narrow porch, and I heard her jangle her keys and let herself in through the front door, then shut it behind her. I waited a few moments, and, sitting legs outstretched on my sofa, the curtains in front of me wide open, I reached over and grabbed the phone. I dialed her number and tried to still my hands.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

Her quiet breath carried more information than any words she could have spoken just then. It was easy to be right back in that moment again, to fast forward straight into that memory of her beautiful gaze stuck in mine. I don’t know how, but she seemed to know that I hadn’t called for chit-chat. She said nothing, and I said nothing.

“So, you watched me,” I said. Though she said nothing, I could almost feel her response through the phone line. Through the layers of brick wall and shrub that separated us now. We might as well have been in the same room for how easy it was to hear the excitement in her breath.

“Yes,” she said, simply. Not an admission. Not a boast. She had alluded to it the other day, before she raced out of my house, and yesterday as I passed by the shrubs edging the side of my house, it all clicked into place.

“Watch again,” I said. Whole conversations shot back and forth between us in that moment, I was sure of it, like little invisible radio waves rich with far more meaning than our brief conversation. After a few moments, the phone disconnected on her end and the line fell silent. I set the phone aside. I unzipped and took a deep breath.

I don’t know why, but something about the way she had trusted me made me feel that the favor had to be returned. I wouldn’t have been able to explain the logic in words, but I wanted her to trust me even more. I wanted to show her that I didn’t care how deep or painful her scars were, the fact that she had opened up to me at all was a kind of bravery I had forgotten to look for in people anymore.

I gulped as I heard her front door open again, shut behind her, and the gravel steps again. Except this time they were coming towards me. The steps became irregular and I strained my ears to hear; I imagined her crouching down into the bushes, and was instantly hard at the thought that she had ever done something so… I don’t know. The whole thing felt slightly absurd, slightly dangerous… and extremely exciting.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang again. I answered without saying a word.

“I’m here,” came her voice through the phone, secretive. “Show me.”

It was remarkable how well concealed she was in the bushes. The glossy sheen on the big windows caught the light in such a way that it was difficult to see much of anything through them. But, she was there. I swallowed hard again and snaked my hand down to the bulge in my pants.

It was skirting right on that edge of terrifying and hot. I had never done something like this before – except, of course, for the time I’d done it already, apparently, but didn’t know it. I thought it was awesome what a little perv she secretly was, underneath all that uptight makeup and indignation. I loved that she had watched me, and now not only was she going along with it, she seemed even more sure of the whole thing than I did.

I took my time lifting my rapidly hardening cock from the slit in my pants and angling it so she could get a full view. I stroked slowly and deliberately, every movement for her benefit, my fist closing carefully around the red knot at the tip, guiding it slowly all the way to the base and then teasingly up again. I didn’t know if it was more of a tease for her, or for me.

“I like that,” she said, and I had almost forgotten she was right there on the phone with me. Her words sent a juicy thrill all through me, and I grew even harder. I had expected to be a little shy, but this was easy. Too easy, even. Trying to imagine what she thought of the things she was seeing was making my breath catch in my throat. I pulled a smooth, delicious ribbon of pleasure out through every stroke, surprised at how easy it was to reach that point when she was here with me again, as though just her voice activated some deep memory in my body. Because I couldn’t see her, my mind filled in the blanks and constructed her internally – and I was surprised at how vivid a picture was there at the ready. It was as though I could smell her again.

I leaned back further in the sofa, let my head fall back, and my knees fall open wider, and thrust my hips forward. It felt good to let go, to let loose, to show myself, naked, vulnerable in my pleasure. She had watched me in secret once before, and now it was as though the delayed thrill of that taboo was catching up with us both. I was used to being the one calling the shots. But maybe a guy could get used to this.

“I watched you come before,” came the husky voice over the line. I groaned and felt my cock pulse in my fist.

“Oh yeah?” I breathed. It was the voice of my fantasies, like the woman in my dimly remembered dreams was calling me from beyond… I had jerked off a million times before, but in this moment it was all new, all different.

“Yeah. But don’t come now,” she said. Her voice was silky smooth and low, almost hypnotic. I strained my eyes but could see nothing through the opaque glare on the glass in front of me. I was on stage. I was behind a TV screen, stroking myself for her viewing pleasure. I didn’t know exactly what it was – maybe the change in her breathing over the line, maybe in the faint rustle of leaves I wasn’t sure I’d heard – but a thought occurred to me all at once.

“Are you touching yourself too?” I said, my voice cracking.

It took an eon for her to softly reply, “uh huh” and the sound alone had my rock-hard cock twitching in my hand.

“Fuck, that’s hot. But I can’t see you.”

“Good.”

I groaned.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. You’re on my mind all the time. All I can think about is how amazing it is to kiss you, how good it felt to push my cock all the way inside you…”

“Shhh… remember, don’t come just yet,” she said when my voice trailed off. I hadn’t noticed how much faster I was stroking now. It would only take a little more to blast me off the edge.

“I want to come together,” she said through the phone line.

“Ok… but I need to …I want to come soon,” I said. It’s as though I could hear her smiling.

“Me too.”

My cock was red and hard and close to bursting.

“Kate…”

“Wait there for me… I’m coming over. And when I get there, I want you to stick that amazing cock all the way inside me and I want you to come, OK?” I was so close to the edge that I felt a violent shiver rush right through me, sending cold goosebumps all over my skin. I couldn’t answer her, so I simply nodded, knowing she’d see.

The thought of exploding inside her had my body ratchet up to fever pitch. What a delicious torture: knowing she’d be here any second, to sit on my cock and let me come inside that beautiful little cunt of hers was threatening to set me off right now. My hand froze and I could tell I was shaking.

“No… don’t stop,” she breathed. “I want you to be so ready for me when I get there, that you come the second you’re inside me,” she purred.

Dutifully I stroked once more, this time touching myself as carefully as you’d touch a bomb that might explode at any moment. I was so turned on it was almost painful. My breathing was jagged and uneven, and I squeezed my eyes shut to gather the strength to hold off on what felt like the biggest, juiciest orgasm.

“I’m going to come over. Don’t move. Don’t open your eyes. You’ll come when I say.” I parted my lips to respond but she had hung up already. My heart pounded in my chest. The world went quiet for a second and then I heard the front door unclick and open, then close. My eyes closed, my ears zoomed in on every little flutter of sound: her feet on the wooden floor. The sound of her breath. I was so turned on I swear I could even feel the heat of her body as she got closer. I kept my eyes closed, inching so close to the edge I was about to go crazy.

I jolted as her hand came to touch my knee and then soon after that her other hand followed. I did nothing but relax back into the sofa, my whole focus concentrated into that single, aching hot spot on the tip of my cock. I could feel it in her hands as she lowered her weight onto me, and was instantly hit with the warm, sweet scent of her pussy. She was naked. I lay back and tried to breathe. Her knees settled down onto the sofa beside me and her hands trailed up my inner thighs. Gently, she grabbed the base of my cock and I let my own grip go. I swallowed so hard I could hear it. She carefully pressed my tip into that wet pool and pressed, her silky folds parting easily.

She lowered her full weight onto me, sinking down onto my hard cock and swallowing me easily. I could feel how turned on she was. Inside she felt hot and swollen and pillowy, like her body was hugging every last throbbing molecule of my cock. The feeling was beyond ecstatic. If I had had any breath in my lungs I would have cried out.

She collapsed her full weight down onto my chest, nestled her chin into the crook of my neck and I was instantly surrounded in her – her skin, her hair, her perfume. The tight little ring of her pussy slid all the way down my swollen shaft and sealed over the base, till the full length of me was submerged in her perfect body. To my delight I felt her pulse rhythmically against me, her inner muscles stroking over me, even though we both were motionless, folded against one another on that sofa.

She stroked her lips idly against my cheek, and then whispered into my ear, “come.” Less than a split second later, I did. Beyond all control, my body obeyed and in one fierce wave the fire I had till then held back from engulfed me and I cried out. She came together with me, and every part of her convulsed with me, from the muscles in my thighs to those sweet, juicy places deep inside her that only the tip of my cock could reach…

We clutched to one another and rode out that deep, violent orgasm together, her bliss blending in with mine and mine blending in with hers. It was gooey and hard and deep enough that it felt like it was shaking loose old, secret tensions in some hidden parts of my body. I came hard, releasing a giant load of cum into her that never seemed to stop. I filled her up, one spurt after the other, as though each pulse of my orgasm was given to her, ridden through to the delicious end and deposited straight into her willing body, like a dirty, wonderful gift.

I held her down hard as she shuddered on top of me. Her body tightened and then relaxed over and over again, the clenching of her limbs mirrored inside with the desperate little flutters of her pussy, until her orgasm subsided, and she collapsed completely against me. We lay like this for a moment, molten, swollen and knotted together. Sliding out of her again sent a little aftershock through me and I winced as she pulled off and settled her slick, hot little hole against my thigh instead. In little whimpers, she kissed my neck. Still seeing stars and fireworks in my field of vision, I could only kiss the top of her head back absentmindedly, amazed at how hard two people could come.

“That was incredible,” she said a few times between kisses.

It felt so damn good to see her like that, like her little pleasure circuits were fried and all she could do was mumble incoherently. It made me feel more accomplished than I had in years. I held her in my arms like a trophy – her super-relaxed, sweaty body proof of… I don’t know what. I felt lit within by a light. I might have been grinning. The thought of that gorgeous pink slit of hers pumped full of my cum at that moment stirred something deep and primal in me, a feeling I hadn’t experienced for a long time.

I took her face in my hands and searched her expression. She was a little shy, looking away, a coy smile plastered all over her flushed face.

“Could you really be this beautiful?” I said.

She giggled.

“Oh go on, I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“All the girls?” I said and laughed. She curled up neatly onto my chest and I lay back further. I couldn’t describe the sensation it gave me to look down and see her there, perfectly held in my arms.

“Oh, come on, don’t be modest, I’m sure the ladies are lining up around the block for you.” She had a drunken, rosy look on her face, like she had just had one too many glasses of champagne. I squeezed her tight. The sweat on her skin smelt fresh and warm and wonderful.

“Um, there’s only one crazy girl lurking around my house, as you know,” I said with a laugh. “I haven’t been with anyone since… well, since before I was last deployed,” I said, and then wondered if I’d said too much. She tilted her head up to me and gave me an unconvinced look.

“That can’t be true,” she said. I squeezed her again.

“It is.”

Silence.

“That’s… surprising,” she said at last. My skin felt a little cold. Was she judging me?

“I guess that must seem surprising to you. I bet you have hordes of guys beating down your door though,” I said, trying to deflect. She sighed.

“Just one guy actually. And it’s not my door he wants to beat,” she said quickly. Almost immediately she sat up and gave me a weird look.

“Shit, I’m sorry, that’s a bit dark, even for me. Forget I said that.”

Again, she was avoiding my eye contact. I grabbed her hands in mine, pulled her back down to my chest and held her there. A moment before I had held her as she rode out her orgasm. I wanted to hold her again now, through whatever this was.

“Kate? Whoever he is and whatever he did to you, that’s all in the past now. If he ever lays a hand on you again…”

“It’s OK,” she blurted. “He just went to prison.”