Touch of Eden

by Jessie M

  “Ah Joshua, there you are I was just telling Danielle all about you.” He gives me one of his usual condescending looks. I bet you were, none of it good either. I know I'm such a disappointment to you. God knows why, but my heart hurts every time I think this.

  “I'm so pleased to meet you Joshua.” She stands up and comes over to meet me and shakes my hand gently. No... did I see a twinkle of amusement in her eyes? Surely not? I clear my throat.

  “Yes, pleased to meet you too Danielle. I'll leave you both to it Father, I'm going out and need to eat. See you tomorrow perhaps.”

  “Oh yes, your charming Thursday night tail chasing escapades. When are you going to grow up Joshua. Settle down with a proper girlfriend, like your brother Luke has.” I never knew my father could say so much outside of court. This is the longest conversation we've ever had. A little personal as well, considering we have company.

  “I'll get around to it, when the right one comes along.” Hell will freeze over first though...

  “Oh George really, you're such an old stick in the mud at times. Let Joshua have his freedom for a while. I'm sure you were out having exactly the same kind of fun at his age.” Danielle says with a wink and a smile in my direction. I give her a little smile of gratitude back for sticking up for me. Oh my God! I've just caught sight of something. My judgemental, condescending, seriously miserable bastard of a father is actually smiling... No, it's more than that... he's positively beaming at her. I'm about to fall in love with Danielle, her effect on my father is miraculous, she can become my step mother any time she likes...

  “Well, I'll be off, 'bye then.” I make a quick escape and I'm about to open the front door when I hear something I like. In fact it gives me a real hot buzz.

  “What an adorable, handsome hunk of a son you have. And such gorgeous hair. You must be so proud of him.” It's all I can do not to rush back and kiss Danielle's feet.

  I finally get inside my stable, as I affectionately call it, and take a running dive at my bed. It's perfectly straight and tidy today. Normally it's rumpled from when I couldn't be bothered to straighten it in the morning. In fact it's like that most days, except the once a fortnight when I change the duvet cover, if I remember.

  I look around my spotless room with a satisfied sigh. The whole place has been cleaned and tidied today. A thorough once over with the vacuum, duster and a good dose of Mr Muscle. It smells nice and polishy afterwards. I'm very grateful that old Rosie keeps me in order for a mere tenner a week because I don't notice dust and dirt. Really I don't. For someone who is fastidious with their personal hygiene I used to amaze myself at the state of grime, mess and destruction that I was content to live in. But not anymore. Not since I got myself sorted with the hottest scrubber in town. By that I mean Father's cleaner, 60 year old Rosie MacKenna. She leaves me little love notes. 'Did the fridge – Yuck' and 'Got rid of stain on rug – What the hell was it?' I don't deserve such care and attention, I'm sure I don't, but I appreciate it all the same. I leave her little notes too. 'Could you do something with my oven, I think it's pizza cheese.' and 'Would you mind doing and hanging up my washing, sorry there's a lot'. I leave her an extra fiver, the odd bottle of wine and even a big bunch of flowers for the liberties I take. Of course I do. I can be quite the gentleman at times.

  After my five minute 'arriving home' lay down that I indulge in every evening, I get up and busy myself making some pasta for my dinner. I can cook really well, but I choose not to. It takes too fucking long. I have pasta and salad at least three times a week in various forms as a result of my laziness. Tonight I chuck in a can of tuna, some chopped red peppers, tomato and sweetcorn and mix it all up with a dollop of mayo. That'll do just fine. I quickly eat my pasta concoction while I watch something car related on TV and then hit the bathroom for a shave and my third shower of the day. I must have the squeakiest, cleanest body and hair ever. I send my pals Cal and Nate a quick text.

  “Yates 8.30” and get my usual replies.

  “OK”

  “ :) ”

  Men don't ever say anything more than is necessary. Unless they're chatting up a hot chick.

  I look inside my wardrobe. My clothes collection is something else. I've got tons of gear. I like to look good, out of my gym wear. Not that I don't look good in that as well, but it's limited, in terms of style. I get out my most expensive jeans and my D & G black T. I'm rather fussy about clothes being creased so I have to iron them. They get ironed before they are hung up in the wardrobe and ironed again when they come out. A bit of a waste of time, I know, but we're all a little OCD about something. This is my lot.

  I'm done. I look in the mirror with a self satisfied smile. Jodie's going to faint at my feet tonight. That's before she gets a little Hugo Boss waft in her direction. Then she'll die of desire. The usual Thursday night experience for me actually. I know I seem confident in my abilities to attract women, but my pal Callum is even worse. He thinks he's God's gift. I have to take him down a peg or two now and then. Just because he's six three, blond, lightly tanned and looks like a Hollywood movie star doesn't mean he should get carried away with himself.

  I get in my black sex machine and set off. I arrive nearly twenty minutes later and park my treasured car in the CCTV monitored 24 hour car park and walk across to Yates, arriving my usual 5 minutes late. Good 'ole Nate is already there. Punctual as ever. Cal is often a half hour late. He's Mr 'fall asleep on the couch' and useless at timekeeping . We're used to him. I get us a drink each while Nate texts Cal to remind him that we are, yet again, waiting for the pleasure of his God like company. I love this bar scene. Even though I know a lot of the people from around the area, there are always fresh faces which keep the experience alive and rocking. By asking around, I eventually manage to find out where Raquels is located. It's a bar at the other end of the High Street. I shall drop in there and see if Miss Smith is around at ten, if not I'll join the others at Envy, as usual. We are suddenly surprised that Callum has in fact graced us with his holy presence already. What a result! Only ten minutes late today. What a good start to our evening. He goes to the bar and after getting over friendly across the bar with the well stacked bar-girl for a while, he returns with a drink.

  “So Cal, how's your week been?”

  “Busy. I'm innundated with work.”

  “You lucky bastard. What kind of work? Catalogues, ads, porn?” Callum is a male model. He wants to be an actor, but so far no luck with the auditions. Modelling seems to be pretty successful for him though. It's well paid too.

  “A bit of everything really and you know I don't do porn, you dumbass. I'm a serious actor in waiting. I'm not doing that kind of lowlife shit.” Cal's a bit precious about his career. He can't take any joking or mickey taking. To be fair, the acting side is a justifiable sore point at the moment, as it's not actually taking off.

  “I know. Just winding you up man. How's the bike?” He's just bought himself a Harley Davidson. Cal is into bikes big time. I don't see the fascination myself. Flies and heat all summer, ice and rain all winter. It's too painful a way to travel. I love cars, warm and cosy or air conditioned. You're much more likely to arrive in one piece, all neat and tidy and dry. Not that Callum cares about neat and tidy. His hair is an inch long. Not much can go wrong with it.

  “Good as gold. I'm taking her for a long haul on Monday, down to my grandparents in Exeter. Anyway Josh, met any hot lovelies at your gym lately?” Cal asks me with an interested smile.

  “No, not a single one. Just a lot of oldies this week mate...“ Cal's not getting a pop at Jodie. I'm keeping her all to myself.

  “What about you Nate, anything going on at Essex Radio this week?” Cal asks him.

  “A bit of the usual, that is, fucking sod all.” Nathan is a quieter type of guy. Very good looking in a Tiger Woods style, but a bit of a quiet thinker. Until he's had a few too many and then all hell lets loose. He's a dancing, singing nutcase. I've videoed him on my phone, because he won't believe what he's like
and he still denies it, even faced with the evidence. It all makes for good fun for us two though. If were not otherwise occupied, that is. We get a second round in and the bar is starting to fill up with pre clubbers. We hang around till just after nine thirty, chat up a few old conquests and finally move off.

  We join the long queue outside Envy waiting to get in. It's the top club in town, very popular. I pretend to look at my phone and mention I've got to see someone urgently for a while and set off before they can ask me any questions. I arrive at Raquels in another five minutes. Its 9.45. That'll do. I push open the door and go inside. It's packed with people, but not too big, so I can see who's there fairly easily. I scan the bar for a blond head and spot her. There she is, as gorgeous as ever. She's spotted me too. I think her eyes were glued to the door awaiting my arrival. I give her a finger wave and she heads over like a bee to a flower, soon arriving in front of me.

  And am I impressed with what I see tonight... I take it all in raking her all over fast from top to bottom with my sexed up gaze. A tiny dark blue silky dress that just about covers the essentials and the highest heeled silver shoes I've ever seen with peep toes showing off her cute pink toe nails. She looks up at me from underneath her false eyelashes and I get the sweetest pink lipped smile. I'm a sucker for made up faces, if it's done right and hers definitely hits the spot. I love her lipstick, more specifically I love the idea of smudging it and getting it everywhere I can on my body. The doll like falsies are the icing on the cake, hot and sexy, sweeping up from her hazel beauts. What a cutie. I've so gotta get in there, and fast.

  “Hey Jodie, don't you look beautiful tonight.” A little flattery goes a long, long way when you're fishing.

  “Oh thanks Josh. You know, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten all about me.” She's blushing a little, it makes her even cuter.

  It's always worth arriving about an hour after they expect you. Girls get all toasty with relief when you eventually pitch up.

  “I was busy catching up with my friends.”

  “Oh, and where are they now?”

  “Queuing for Envy”

  “So you're not staying then?”

  “I will if you want me to.”

  “I was hoping you would.”

  “I'll let them know I'm hanging out with you...”

  I send a quick text to Cal. “I've hooked, bye.”

  “It's so noisy in here Jodie. Is there somewhere quieter we could go?” Quieter and more private would be nice...

  “We can stand outside if you like?”

  “Okay, let me buy you a drink first.” I get her a G & T and a straight coke for myself and we move outside around the corner. There are a few tables out there but thankfully they're taken. Sitting down doesn't suit my style, I like to get up close and personal, and fast. Tables get in the way. We stand at the end of the building against the wall sipping our drinks.

  “How old are you?” I ask her. I have to make some conversation I suppose.

  “Twenty two, what about you?”

  “Twenty five. So when's your birthday?”

  “It was three weeks ago. I went to Rome for the weekend with my friends.”

  “Mmmm, nice. I like Rome. Paris is even better, have you been there?” I've been everywhere in Europe, but a long time ago. When my parents were together. My mum is a bit of a culture vulture. I've been to every tourist attraction and museum there is.

  “No, but I'd love to go sometime...” Her eyes are darting about me with a fever. She's getting herself going nicely. I help her along with my sexy 'lick you' look running my tongue slowly over my lips and giving her some more flashes of my white smile. She sighs, her eyes full to the brim with lust.

  “You know, your dress really suits you.” Another compliment or two and she'll be ready to go back to my car for some hot jacking on the back seat. I stroke the material of the dress deliberately running my fingers over her breast. “It's lovely, more than lovely.” Her knees are giving way. I move in and put my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You've got a great body Jodie. I can't keep my eyes off you in the gym.”

  “So have you.” She squeaks breathlessly.

  I dip my head and kiss her neck, then breathe my way up to her ear. The heat is coming off her in waves. “I want to do some nice things to you.” I growl softly into her ear, nibbling her earlobe.

  “Do them... now....” She moans. She's obviously in an advanced state of arousal judging by the tone of her voice. I start to kiss her soft pink lips with a well practised technique and then indulge in a spot of very hot tongue twisting to get her steam going well and good before I cart her off to my car. And I've just decided on a change of plan. She's coming back to mine for the full works, a real 'Joshie love-in'.

  I come up for air. “Baby you're so hot. I can't keep my hands to myself.”

  “Then don't...”

  I never need to be asked twice. I rub my hands all around her, up and down her back, squeezing her cute ass, then I feel her up between us, all very subtly, we're in public after all. She seems to be enjoying it a hell of a lot, pressing herself against me and gasping in my ear. I'm getting rather hot and bothered too. It's time to go.

  “Want to come sit in my car. It's just around the corner?”

  “Yes... take me...” We set off for the car hand in hand. I have a few good looks at my blond cutie as we walk. She's in for a real treat tonight.

  When we arrive at my car, her eyes look like they are melting with car love. She is completely dying with lust for us both. I know exactly what she's thinking, 'Just fuck me on top of it, don't even bother to unlock the doors'.

  Despite the silent invitation I unlock the doors and we get in. Car parks are way too busy for that kind of thing. “Fancy coming back to mine? We'll have more room there than in here.”

  “How far is it?” She gasps. Talk about desperate...

  “Fifteen minutes if I drive fast.”

  “Okay...”

  We set off and I put on my best R&B sexy music to keep the mood high. I put my hand on her knee, gently massaging it with my fingertips. I can drive amazingly well one handed, apart from the annoying gear changes. After a while I run my hand up her leg inch by inch stroking at her panties. As expected, she's absolutely soaked. I think she's about to come already, based on the deep breathing I can hear right now.

  “Jesus Jodie, I'm gonna crash.” I'm not really, but it sounds good.

  “Oh God! How far is it now?” She moans loudly.

  She suddenly leans over and grabs my hard dick through my jeans. “Baby, no, don't do that, I can't cope. Hang on... Just a few minutes and we'll be there.“

  We arrive at my 'estate'. I can see she is very impressed with my stable and the large house next door. We rush up the stairs, go in and I pull her through the bedroom door, onto my bed.

  “Let's get this off.” I yank her dress over her head with one quick tug. My jeans are unzipped and she drags them down and my T shirt is gone, whipped away by her eager hands. Off fly the shoes and we're down to underwear. I pull her close and start kissing her neck. She'll be screaming my name and begging to be fucked once I'm done.

  Slowly I pull off her panties and undo her bra and my hands and mouth work their magic. I've got her all naked and panting now. And what a beauty she is. Sexy from her head to her toes and a natural blond too, I don't get to see many of those. I rub my hands gently all over her pretty tits, they're not those strange enhanced ones I come across so often lately... these are real, warm and so soft. Simply perfect in every way. Her nipples are pale pink, so sweet and so suckable. I bite and suck and lick... I do it for quite a while why my fingers do other things, stroking her very wet pussy, pushing my fingers deep inside her. Fuck, do I love this feeling, or what? “You're gorgeous Jojo. All over gorgeous.”

  “That feels so good... do it some more...” Her voice is gasping and whispery... I give her some more, a lot more and she is now moaning loudly. My mouth starts moving lower, slowly, licking i
ts way south. I push her legs apart and start to lick at her clit with long, soft sweeps of my tongue. She's going crazy thrashing about. Wow, she's a hot little piece. I push my tongue up inside her. I love her taste, salty, sweet, creamy, ... I really want to lick and suck some more, but I'm close to losing it, really losing it. I have to check myself for a minute and think of something else... I move back up her, licking my way.

  “Josh, just fuck me … please... please....” She whimpers, almost crying. Yep, she's begging me already...

  “Hey baby, we've got all night. No need to rush...” I try to calm her down a little, actually calm myself down a little. If I fuck her now, I'll only last about ten seconds. I kiss her and play with her hair for a while until we both calm down enough then I pull off my underwear to get down to business. She takes a look at the goods. Now, I like to think I'm bigger than average. No, I'll rephrase that, I know I am. Her eyes widen and her expression tells me she really can't believe her luck. That kind of reaction always gives my ego a little kick.

  “Lets take it nice and slow... Hmmm?” I kiss her lovely mouth once again. “I just need to do a little something.” I get the condom on as fast as I can.

  I move above her, my arm muscles tensing. I guide myself inside her slowly. This is so good, despite the fucking condom... I can feel her tight warmth squeezing around my cock. “Mmmm, baby you're amazing... ”

  “Oh my, that feels so, so...” Her eyes close tightly as I fill her up, pushing as much of me inside her as I can... “God help me, fuck...” She gasps.

  She wraps her legs around me and I lift her hips up with one hand grabbing a handful of that naked beautiful firm butt I've fantasised about for weeks and weeks. I start slow and gentle but soon I'm into a good old hard shagging. It seems to be what she's dying for because she is panting, groaning and squealing and making all sorts of wild noises in my ear. Her nails are going at it ten to the dozen. The little pink tips scratching at my back furiously. It's so animal, painfully wonderful. In the back of my mind I hope I'm not going be physically scarred by this experience, fuck I don't even care if I am. She's worth a few scars. I'm deeply into it, surrounded by her crazy wild noises, her raking nails and the sweaty sex perfume coming off her. One of her hands reaches into my hair, fisting it hard, yanking at it. Jesus... how many hands has she got? They seem to be attacking me from everywhere...