Ladies Night

by Claudia Rose

  The sound of her shower being turned on spurred her into action. Whatever he might think of what she’d had done to her body, it was her body and her business.

  Throwing caution away, she walked out of the lounge and into the bathroom. Brandt was standing there naked, testing the water with his hand. His eyes widened a little as she entered, but he didn’t say anything.

  “I need a shower too,” Helena stated. “Since you’re here in my apartment, as my prize, and using my facilities, you can make yourself useful. Come here and undress me, and then you can wash me.”

  For a second he appeared on the verge of refusing. Helena swallowed hard. What would she do if he said no? Then his eyes softened and he smiled as if he’d come to some decision. He moved to where she stood in the center of the room. Calmly and carefully he began to unfasten her blouse, one delicate link at a time. He eased the garment off her shoulders, down her arms and then allowed it to fall to the floor. The look in his eyes issued a gentle challenge—Are you going to make me pick that up? Helena made no move to acknowledge this. She simply stood waiting for him to continue. Gently he felt behind her neck for the clasp of her necklace. His forearms rested warmly and gently on her bare shoulders as he worked the clasp. When the necklace came free, he carefully laid it on the counter.

  She was pleased to see his eyes widen in appreciation as he looked at her bra. Helena loved antique lingerie. No suspendo-cups for her breasts, the bra she wore was a 21st century design in midnight blue silk and lace. Will he know how to remove it? She wondered. Brandt walked behind her to study the fastening. She tingled a little at the feel of his warm breath on her neck, and then shivered noticeably as his fingers touched her bare skin while undoing the straps.

  The bra came free and it too fell to the floor. He walked back around to face Helena and admired her breasts, almost as if he were seeing them for the first time. Her nipples were hard with excitement and pointed proudly at him.

  He didn’t look for long. Instead he sank to his knees before her and reached to loosen the light cotton slacks she preferred to wear indoors. With both hands he slid them down over her hips to the floor, leaving her naked but for her small silk g-string.

  Helena looked down at the huge naked man kneeling before her. Even from her height she felt dwarfed by him, he was so solid and had such presence. She could just make out, between his legs, the cock she’d sucked. Was it really only yesterday? It was semi-erect, and she took that as an indication he was finding it pleasurable to undress her. She was pleased to see he was looking intently at her silk covered crotch. She’d like to have rubbed it against his face, but restrained herself—for the moment.

  He slipped his fingers under the tiny straps of the g-string and slid them down over her hips. His eyes lingered on her pussy, and she felt his breath touching it, warm and a little urgent, like a very gentle caress. It was lovely standing here exposed, with a huge handsome man on his knees before her, as if worshipping her sex. She saw his cock pulsing slightly between his legs, it was getting harder, rising to signal approval, a barometer of his desire.

  Brandt looked up at her from where he was kneeling and their eyes made contact. His green eyes were deep cool pools, but his mouth smiled warmly as he spoke.

  “I think you are a very beautiful person, Dr. Jewel.”

  “So you don’t object to a cosmetically enhanced body after all?”

  “I never said I objected to your body. It is beautiful, and although I fear for the toll such a radical procedure may have taken on you personally, I also realize your bravery in taking the risks you have evidently taken.”

  His tone became more serious.

  “Nor did I say only your body was beautiful. I said ‘You are very beautiful.’ I mean all of you Helena. Despite our…um…tensions, I’ve treasured the time we’ve spent together. The sum of a person is not merely the flesh he or she inhabits.”

  “How can you know that? You really know nothing about me. You probably would have been revolted by the real me.” Taking a deep breath Helena unburdened her secret. “I was a victim of prenatal gamma ray mutation. It’s not a pretty thing. It affected my psyche too. I think I’m a very hard person to like or know. I’m not even sure I like or know myself.”

  The few seconds during which Brandt was silent felt to Helena like minutes. His response, when it came, was heartfelt.

  “One thing I know a lot about is what suffering and pain can do to a person. Some people are hollowed out by it. They become shells of what they used to be—human husks if you like. Other people transcend their pain and strive to be better. From what I have seen of you, I believe you are one of the latter.”

  He rose to his feet and stood facing her, chest to chest, his semi-erect cock pressing gently against her belly. It was her turn to look up into his eyes, finding in his look tenderness and desire. She swayed towards him a fraction and lifted her chin slightly, directing her lips towards his. He smiled, but didn’t lower his head.

  “My apologies, Dr. Jewel,” he said with mock seriousness. “I am, as you have pointed out, your prize, and I am not doing as you require of me. Would you care to step into the shower?”

  Helena wrinkled her nose at his gentle teasing, but took the hand he offered her in a mock-chivalric gesture and allowed herself to be led into the center of the spray of water.

  Brandt stepped in after her and began gently lathering her body with a cake of expensive Fragrance-du-Elle soap. Helena couldn’t imagine a more delicious combination of sensations. The hundreds of tiny needles of hot water set her flesh tingling, the misty scent of soap and steam soothed her, and the proximity of this handsome, enigmatic man aroused both her mind and body. She was amazed to feel such a connection with him; it was a deep affinity that had its origins in the core of her being. Never before had another human touched her essential self in such a way.

  With a deep sigh Helena closed her eyes, drifting on the tide of sensations. Brandt began systematically massaging the satin silkiness of her wet skin. He started with her shoulders and back, rubbing the soap in firmly, loosening her muscles as he went. His caresses continued down to the small of her back, then up her arms, then back down her sides, before continuing around to her front. It was all she could do to keep from crying out as he began rubbing the soap around her breasts, massaging them and teasing the nipples out gently between thumb and forefingers. She could feel his hard cock touching her in the small of her back. His massage was soothing and sensual and she craved yet more contact between her skin and his.

  He pulled her to him so his cock was pressed hard against her back, and his hands roamed freely up and down the front of her body. The flats of his hands slipped down over her breasts, the fingers pointing downwards so when they reached her crotch they were ready to curve under and caress her pussy.

  She gasped as his long, strong fingers crossed over each other and wedged between her legs. With a firm touch he kneaded her pussy. She buckled a little at the knees, sinking more weight down onto the delicious pressure. Then he bent his head down, nuzzling his mouth against her hair before questing to find the sensitive lobes of her ears. His teeth caught and worried at them. Helena squirmed and moaned. She tipped her head back and turned so her mouth met his. His lips were hot, hotter than the water that sprayed on their bodies and splashed up to mist their faces. Helena pushed her tongue into his mouth; she wanted to taste him. He responded by meeting her half way and matching her, pressure for pressure.

  The myriad sensations she experienced blended into each other. The kiss, the water, the scent of the soap, the taste of his mouth, the pressing fingers between her legs, the hard cock against her back, all contributed to one delicious wave of pleasure. The wave came perilously close to peaking when one of his firmly probing fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy and entered her. She tried to press down hard on the finger, encouraging him to probe her more deeply. In a gently sadistic twist he denied her by removing his hands entirely.

  Helen
a groaned in frustration. Brandt responded by turning her around and embracing her, chest to chest. Again they kissed; a long lingering kiss increasing in intensity as their need for each other communicated itself through roaming hands and straining bodies.

  Breaking the kiss, Brandt once more sank to his knees before her. His tongue slid down her body, between her breasts and past her navel to her pussy. Deprived of his support and giddy with desire, Helena swayed and had to grasp his massive shoulders. His face did what she’d hoped and pressed firmly against her crotch. She parted her legs slightly and thrust out her pelvis so his tongue could find its way more easily between her legs. It did, exploring her depths and lapping wetly at her clit.

  Helena gasped. She needed more. She curled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face hard against her, gyrating her sex against his mouth. He didn’t pull away this time, but increased the pressure, his active tongue probing, while his hands ran up and down the backs of her long slender legs and around her buttocks.

  This time Helena broke the embrace. With a conscious effort of will she pulled his head away from her groin and pulled him to his feet. As he rose to his full height she dropped down to her knees so his big, solid cock was before her.

  Brandt moaned with pleasure. He watched Helena take his cock in her mouth, exploring it with her tongue, lightly grazing it with her teeth and rubbing at its base with her hands. The cascading water, her teasing lips and hot tongue were producing delicious sensations in his groin.

  After a time he removed his cock gently from her mouth and sank down to his knees on the floor of the shower, reaching for her.

  “I want to make love to you, Helena. I need to make love to you. Now. Please. Quickly.”

  Helena came to him with a desperate urgency, rising up on her knees and walking forward to straddle his kneeling legs, positioning her aroused pussy directly above the gleaming hardness of his cock.

  Very slowly Helena lowered her pussy onto Brandt’s cock as it strained upwards to enter her. The moment when her labia engulfed the slippery head of his penis elicited, from both of them, gasps of pleasure and desire. She searched his eyes, as if somehow she might discover in her lover’s expression some deeper explanation of the sensations overtaking her.

  In seconds he would be completely buried inside her. Helena shook with desire and emotion. Her breath came in small, desperate gasps. Her eyes widened with surprise, seemingly unaffected by the water cascading down her face. She was in thrall to her senses. She saw nothing but the handsome face of this marvelous man. She felt nothing but his big cock when she sank down onto him.

  She had to talk to him, had to try and explain what she was feeling. Perhaps he could tell her what it all meant.

  “Brandt, I…” Her voice was a husky, shaking whisper. The sound conveyed more than a thousand words ever could.

  He didn’t need to hear more. He pressed his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, conveying his understanding through the touch of his lips. He too was shaking at the sensation of her hot flesh engulfing his painfully swollen cock. What was it about this woman that moved him so much? He’d never expected to desire anyone ever again, not after his world collapsed around him.

  They broke the kiss and again looked into each other’s eyes. Then Helena began rising and falling, her strong thighs lifting her up until only the head of his cock was still within her, then sliding down to fully engulf it. His reciprocating thrusts were firm enough to grind their pubic bones together.

  Brandt released his embrace and put his hands on the floor behind him so his huge torso was inclined back. As Helena rose and fell he could see, from this position, his penis sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy like a well oiled piston. Gradually she increased the tempo, and he encouraged her by lifting his hips more urgently so his up-thrusting groin met her descending pussy.

  With a mischievous smile Helena started varying the tempo; one moment descending more quickly so they met with a bump, the next slowing abruptly and reversing direction so his rising cock humped nothing but air. After doing this a few times, Brandt’s eyes narrowed in pretended frustration and he rose to the challenge.

  The next time his cock penetrated her fully, he shot one huge arm forward and coiled it like a vice around her waist. Helena gave a small squeal and tried to pull away, to no avail. Brandt held her there effortlessly, his cock buried deeply inside her. He rose up off his haunches to kneel vertically. His free hand slid under to cradle her ass. He looked into her eyes.

  “My turn.”

  Helena was helpless, and she loved it. Brandt cradled her tenderly but firmly in front of him. He bent forward a little at the waist, holding her slightly away from him. He began, slowly and rhythmically, to fuck her.

  She marveled for a moment at his tremendous strength before opting to enjoy the ride. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, she let herself be pleasured.

  Brandt kissed as much of her as his mouth could reach, all the while sliding in and out of her increasingly aroused pussy. Helena ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the huge muscles flexing and rippling under her fingers. Gradually his thrusts became more urgent, and so did the answering gyrations of her hips. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she reached one hand down between their bodies to her pussy. Her questing fingers encountered his shaft sliding in and out, and her own clitoris, swollen with desire.

  Helena came, stunned by an orgasm like none she’d ever experienced. Pleasure washed over her in waves and she cried out. “Brandt!” His name. Him. He mattered, mattered more than the physical release, more than the pulsing bursts of her own pleasure. His cock spasmed as she clenched around him, and she felt the wonder of it, the pure need for Brandt as he thrust deeply into her, filling her with his seed, pumping against her quivering body with her name on his lips, echoing her own cries of pleasure.

  Desire spent, they collapsed together on the floor of the shower, hearts still pounding and lungs still gasping in the delicious aftermath of lovemaking. From above a gentle rain of warm water caressed their naked bodies.

  * * * * *

  The water cut off.

  Helena stopped sucking Brandt’s cock and looked up. “What happened.”

  “Three hours.”

  “What about three hours?”

  “We must have been in here for three hours. Even you upper-level types aren’t allowed to run your shower for more than three hours. Do it too often and you’ll have your area Hydro knocking on your door.”

  “I will?” Helena giggled. “As long as he looks like you I won’t mind.”

  “We Hydros are trained to deal with your type.”

  “Are you? How exactly?”

  “Come through to the bedroom and I’ll show you.”

  “I don’t think I can get up. I’m waterlogged.”

  “Let me give you a hand.”

  Helena yelped.

  “Do that again convict and you’ll be scrubbing out the latrines with a toothbrush.”

  “My God. Where did you pick that line up from? You’ve been watching too many ancient movies.”

  “They’re better than reality.”

  “I can’t argue with you about that, Dr. Jewel. Here, let me help you up from the floor of your shower.”

  Helena sighed happily as Brandt picked her up from the shower, stood her on the floor, and began drying her with a large, soft, fluffy towel. As he worked he issued instructions.

  “Hands up high. Turn around. Face me again. Lift your breasts slightly. Legs apart. Turn around again. Legs apart even wider. Bend at the waist.”

  There was a long period of silence. Helena became curious.

  “What are you doing.”

  “Just admiring your gorgeous derriere, Dr. Jewel.”

  “You like it?” Helena wriggled her ass erotically.

  “Like it? I’d like to eat it!”

  “You poor man, you must be starving. You’ve expended so much energy.” She wriggled a
gain.

  Then she moaned with pleasure, because Brandt spread her ass cheeks and buried his face between them. No one had ever licked her there before. Truth to tell, having her asshole tongued was something she’d never liked the idea of. Another lesson in not jumping to conclusions, she decided. Brandt’s hot tongue felt fantastic.

  Helena reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. For a moment she wondered how many orgasms she’d had already.

  Very soon she was too preoccupied to count.

  * * * * *

  Eventually they made it to Helena’s big bed. The place where she slept alone and dreamed her nightmares, turned into a place of love and healing.

  For the first time in her life Helena wanted more of another person, not less. Desire fed her appetite, an appetite Brandt seemed to share. When their physical desires were satisfied, at least temporarily, they made love in other ways, spending hours exploring each other’s minds. They talked about anything and everything, deliberately skirting around areas of pain and a frightening future, concentrating on the here and now, the good and the intimate.

  For Helena it was a revelation, for Brandt it was a redemption.

  Chapter Sixteen

  It hadn’t been a dream.

  Brandt lay next to her, sleeping deeply. In the soft light of morning he was a reassuringly solid presence. Helena lay still, fearful of waking him in case the fantasy of the night before should shatter. She admitted to herself, first with surprise, and then with increasing delight, that she loved him. She actually loved someone, and not just anyone—she loved Brandt De Vos. She loved completely, body, heart and soul. Did he feel the same about her? Did he wonder, as she did, what the future might hold for them?

  Suddenly, reality slammed through her gut, a terrible reminder this was Monday morning. In a little over seventy-two hours, Brandt would die.

  “Noooooo!” She clamped her hand to her mouth, biting viciously down on her palm to stifle the wail of pain threatening to overwhelm her. Grief, painful beyond measure, devastating, ravaging pain unlike anything she’d known, took control of her body until she shook spasmodically, sobbing in uncontrollable anguish, awakening Brandt with her distress.