by Carla Blake
I need to get out.
Peeling her head from the window, Katherine turns from the view spread below her and gazes around the room. It is, as always, bloody spotless and all of a sudden she wants to trash it. To throw stuff around, to upend sofas, to smear the infuriatingly small jar of peanut butter in the mini bar all over the bed and rub it into the fucking sheets!
Frustrated, she grabs a bowl filled with blue, glass pebbles and chucks the contents onto a chair. Pebbles bounce off the cushions and tumble to the floor but it doesn’t make her feel any better. Instead she thinks that now she will have to pick the bloody things up or risk the maids gossiping and that makes her feel even worse.
Why is she allowing her life to be so controlled?
She feels trapped. Wrapped tight in the expectations of how people expect her to behave. It’s fucking suffocating her.
The bar is crowded, noisy. Packed to the rafters with bankers and investment brokers and other idiots in suits all pretending they could set fire to fifty pound notes and not break a sweat.
Katherine, her hair tied up in a pony tail, and wearing a tight black skirt with a red, silk top, cut low across her bust, mingles in easily. Her coat is slung over her arm. It is roughly seven thirty and hours of drinking time stretch before the clientele.
Behind the bar, the staff in their smart, black and white uniforms, dash to and fro, juggling glasses and bottles and change in equal amounts. They never stop smiling or lose their temper and they never raise their voices, not even when a loud Irishman with too much whiskey behind his gills calls them ‘ all a fucking bunch of homo bastards.’ Instead he is escorted outside by security who make damn sure he doesn’t piss up against the wall.
Katherine, white wine in hand, slips into a booth situated near the back of the bar, crosses her legs and then fans the top of her blouse, leaving it gaping a whole lot more than when she first came in. There is a lot of cleavage on show and a lot of thigh.
Now all she has to do is wait.
Five men later, she finally gets hit on by a woman.
She is tall, like Katherine, and her breasts are well rounded. Smiling, and tucking her mid length hair behind her ear, she asks Katherine if she minds if she joins her and then slides into the booth before Katherine has time to answer.
She is holding a bottle of white wine and invites Katherine to join her in sinking it. Her name is Theresa, she says, and judging by the crisp suit she is wearing, she works in the city.
Katherine accepts the offer and they toast their good health.
Exactly half an hour later they are outside.
By now the evening has grown chilly and Katherine gratefully shrugs on her coat, watching as Theresa shivers inside her thin jacket and tucks her hands beneath her armpits. Katherine has nothing to offer the other woman that would afford her more warmth so she pretends her coat isn’t quite as cosy as it seems and bemoans the fact that brass monkeys would undoubtedly loose something precious to them.
They walk beside the river, dodging the last of the office workers and past groups of excited Japanese tourists, who snap away at the river ferries. Theresa says she feels sorry for whoever has to sit through those particular stimulating pictures.
They talk of nothing important and Katherine wonders where this is going? Theresa is pretty enough to look at, with her dark brown eyes and carefully applied make up, but she has no real desire to spend the whole evening wandering up and down the Thames with no clear objective in mind. It’s too damn cold for one thing.
As if reading her mind, Theresa suddenly turns away from the river and they start walking further into the city. Theresa is shivering even more now and occasionally blowing into her cupped hands, as she follows a complicated route of twists and turns before finally taking them through a pair of wrought iron gates leading into a private courtyard. It is pretty. Apartments made from a light coloured stone surround a central garden set with flower beds and a stone bird bath. There are wrought iron lamp posts to light the way and the paving is embedded with flecks of gold that twinkle as they pass.
“You live here?” Katherine asks, feeling an unfamiliar twinge of jealousy. “It’s lovely.”
“No.” Theresa says, making for a wooden gate that clearly leads to the back of the properties, “but I used to, till last summer. Then I lost my job and couldn’t afford the rent.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah, me too.”
They have immerged at the edge of a communal garden, about twelve feet square and laid with grass. There is a bench and another bird bath. A feeder stands beside it, the tray scattered with bits of broken bread.
Ignoring them, Theresa leads Katherine to the bottom of the garden and takes a sharp right, where, to Katherine’s surprise, the garden extends a little further to accommodate a garden shed.
Theresa makes short work of the padlock that holds the door closed. Placing it on the ground, she holds open the door and invites Katherine to join her.
Katherine takes a single step inside and immediately wonders if it is cleaned by the same people who service her room at the Marble Hotel, because everything is so clean and tidy it is almost funny. It’s a bloody shed for God’s sake, but the lawnmower is pristine, as is the spade, gardening fork and rake. There is a brand new tin of deck stain, another of creosote and a stack of flower pots that have never been used, plus a tartan rug that Theresa is currently tugging out of its plastic cover.
Katherine eyes it with a rueful smile. “You are being rather presumptuous, don’t you think?” She says. “What if this is not what I have in mind?”
Theresa smiles then flaps out the rug and lays it on the squeaky clean floor. “Oh, but it is, isn’t it?” She replies. “I saw the way you looked at me and you must have seen the way I was looking at you. And you followed me here..”
“True, but then I didn’t know where we were going.”
“Fair comment. You want to change your mind?”
“No, I don’t think I do. I’m impressed you kept the key.”
“So am I. It’s perfect don’t you think?”
“It’s certainly clean. For a shed.”
“It’s new. Give it a few months and it’ll be full of spiders. Won’t you join me?”
Theresa is now kneeling on the rug. Her skirt is hitched up high on her thighs. She waits for Katherine to kneel in front of her before undoing the buttons of her blouse and spreading it open. Her bra is white and lacy. Deliberately, she pulls one of the cups aside and offers Katherine her nipple to suck.
Katherine leans forwards and takes it in her mouth. It tastes of lemons and instantly hardens beneath her tongue as she twirls it around her breast. The sound of Theresa sighing with pleasure sends a shiver of lust racing to her loins and raising her head, she kisses her, their warm lips mashing together as eager hands reach out and start to undress.
The cold no longer matters, in fact it heightens the sensation, as blouses and skirts, tights and panties are stripped away until they are both utterly naked.
“Lick me.” Theresa says and waiting for Katherine to kneel before her, she then lays down on her back and hooks her legs over Katherine’s shoulders. “Taste me.” She smiles. “Lick me dry.”
“With pleasure,” Katherine says and bends to her task. Theresa’s pussy is moist and fragrant. Her fluff shaved into a neat square and Katherine devours her, parting her pussy lips with her fingers before delving straight in, her tongue pushing into her cunt to savour the hot, sweet juices that linger there. She laps whilst Theresa shudders beneath her and then switches her attention to her clit, her tongue roaming the length of the slippery, pink channel before drilling the tip directly into Theresa’s most sensitive spot, licking and rubbing, whilst cunt juices flow freely into Katherine’s mouth and down her chin. Looking up, she gazes upon Theresa squeezing her own t
its, the nipples swollen and proud as she pinches them between thumb and forefinger and a deep groan escapes her lips.
“Please.” Theresa begs, “this is so lovely but can you find something to shove in me? I want to fill full.”
Fuck, Katherine thinks, just when I was beginning to enjoy myself, but she removes her face from Theresa’s fanny, and waits for Theresa to put her feet on the floor before looking around for something to screw her with. She spots a hand trowel with a nicely rounded wooden handle, runs her hand over it and wonders if that will do? It is smooth and even and unlikely to produce splinters if she’s careful.
She grabs it and waves it in front of Theresa’s face. “How about this?”
“Yes!” Theresa breathes, “perfect”, and in it goes. Katherine would have liked to have taken her time inserting it into Theresa’s cunt, she surely would have wanted to go slowly if it was something being done to her, but Theresa seems almost desperate and grabbing the hand Katherine is holding the trowel in, she guides it to her cunt and helps her shove it in. Fortunately, it slides easily into her gaping hole and Katherine fucks her with it, watching it slowly become covered in pussy cream whilst her other hand is busy at Theresa’s clit. She is wet herself and her own pussy feels heavy and throbbing and she would desperately like to play with herself, right now, but she wants to bring Theresa off first. She wants to see her squirm and buck and come really hard with the handle of the trowel buried deep inside her sopping vagina.
“Christ, that’s good!” Theresa cries and Katherine inches the handle a little more inside. It must, she thinks, be hurting by now, but Theresa is riding it for all she’s worth and she raises her hips off the floor, begging Katherine to fuck her harder! Fuck her faster!
Katherine drives it in, the handle now slick with juices, Theresa’s pussy swollen and pink and glistening around it. Katherine toys with her clit, running her finger and then her thumb over the small nub. Theresa groans and tells her she is coming, her hands scrabbling at the floor as she searches for something to anchor herself with as she rattles towards her climax. Katherine screws her, her face creased with concentration and desire. The sight of the handle disappearing and then reappearing from Theresa’s cunt is exciting her beyond belief and she wants it for herself. Her own cunt muscles clenching in sweet anticipation. She hopes Theresa comes soon so she can give her body what it craves.
“Yes!” Theresa gasps and dutifully comes quickly. Her backside slaps once against the floor as she reaches her climax and her body shudders to a satisfied halt. “Yes.” She breathes again, wincing as Katherine gently withdraws the handle from her pulsating cunt. “God, that was so good. Thank you.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed. Now give it to me.”
Theresa smiles and takes the trowel from Katherine. She goes to wipe the handle clean on an equally clean cloth but Katherine stops her. “No.” She says. “Don’t clean it, I want it inside me still smeared with you.”
Theresa’s smile widens. “Kinky,” she says, getting to her feet. “But if that’s what you want. Now turn round, put your hands against the wall.”
Katherine turns, her palms flat against the rough, wooden surface. She can smell creosote mixed with a slight undertone of soil. Theresa is standing behind her, her soft, round breasts pressing into her back. Her nipples, still hard, are poking into her flesh. She can feel her fluff against her backside.
“Are you wet?” She whispers into Katherine’s ear. “I’m guessing you must be kinda turned on already. I also guessing that if I pushed this trowel’s handle against your cunt you would open up like a flower and swallow it whole. Am I right?”
Katherine nods then spreads her legs and bends over until her breasts are hanging towards the floor. Her nipples look hard and very pink. Her cunt feels huge, open, desperate for something to fill it.
“You’re right.” She breathes, splaying her fingers and digging her nails into the wood. “Give it to me. Fuck me.”
She feels Theresa’s hands on her buttocks, massaging them. She feels her fingers then slip between her legs and make their way round to her pussy where they start to explore her pussy lips. She feels Theresa part them and dip a single finger into the moisture gathered there as she gauges how much force it will take to drive the handle into Katherine’s vagina.
She feels the handle slide across her pussy. Hard and warm. And big. It is enough for Katherine to almost fear penetration and she takes a deep breath. She wants this, oh God, does she ever, but she’s wondering now how much it will hurt?
The handle probes at her cunt and Katherine stiffens. Theresa adds a little pressure, pushing it against her glistening, wet hole and when Katherine’s cunt doesn’t protest she pushes a little harder until suddenly it is in, smoothly and fluidly, making Katherine gasp and Theresa drop small kisses all over her shoulders.
“Ok?” Theresa asks, beginning to move it in and out. “Feel nice?”
Katherine merely nods. It feels bloody amazing and she feels so full, so wonderfully taken! She wants more and at her request, Theresa feeds another inch in, slowly and carefully, waiting for Katherine to tell her to stop, its too much, it hurts. But Katherine merely groans and arching her back pushes her buttocks into Theresa’s groin, silently urging her to increase her efforts.
Theresa fucks her with a steady rhythm, the handle now greasy with both of their juices. Reaching around, Theresa finds Katherine’s clit and starts to rub. In response, Katherine’s cunt sucks in another few centimeters of wood and holds on tight. Her orgasm is building nicely now, she can feel it, deep in her groin, a lovely aching rushing towards the surface.
“You have a lovely cunt.” Theresa breaths and works the handle a little faster. “It’s sooo greedy!”
Katherine doesn’t answer. She is working hard now, trembling towards her orgasm. Theresa’s fingers are on her clit and driving her crazy, and the handle seems to have shrunk until she can barely feel it sliding in and out of her hot, slippery cunt. Gasping, she asks Theresa to push it in still more.
Theresa chuckles. “I can’t! You’ve practically got in all already!” She says. “Want me to take it out and push it in all over again?”
“God, yes!”
And Theresa pulls the handle free. It is smothered in white cream. She hears Katherine gasp and feels her cunt suck at the last few inches of wood. It is clear, no matter what Katherine’s head thinks, that her cunt didn’t want to let it go.
The handle probes again. Slipping around the entrance to Katherine’s vagina. Theresa has removed her finger from Katherine’s clit as well. She knows her pussy must be feeling very swollen, very wet and very desperate to be touched again and she wants her to get the full effect when she returns.
She pushes the handle back inside Katherine. Shoving it in, knowing this time how much Katherine can take, and not holding back. The handle disappears easily and Katherine groans with desperation, thrusting back and forth and riding it for all she’s worth. She cannot wait for Theresa to do the work for her. She wants to come. Her entire body is straining towards that goal. She desperately wants to come.
“Fuck me!” She begs and Theresa thrusts the handle still harder. Her other hand returns to find Katherine’s clit and she starts to rub. There are juices everywhere and Katherine’s pussy is so swollen it is hard to move between her pussy lips, but it is doing the trick for Katherine is suddenly coming and with a huge shudder she throws her head back and comes, screaming ‘ yes, yes!’ as her orgasms slams through her and the muscles of her cunt clench the handle and suck it deep inside her.
It takes several seconds before she has fully finished with her orgasm but when she does, she is exhausted and her legs feel like rubber as Theresa removes the handle and she slumps to the floor, her legs folding beneath her. Sweeping the hair from her face, she plants a kiss on the tip of Theresa’s nose and smiles into her eyes. “That.. was amazi
ng!” She says, examining the trowel Theresa is now cleaning. She is stunned she managed to get all of that inside herself.
“That wasn’t bad, was it?” Theresa smiles, following her gaze “ Bet you’ll never look at gardening in quite the same light again.”
“Nor sheds.” Katherine adds. “That was very.. nice.”
Theresa raises an eyebrow. “Only nice?”
“Ok, it was bloody amazing. That better?”
“Much. I guess we better be getting off home.”
Katherine is back at the Marble Hotel. The concierge smiles superficially at her return and affords her the slightest bow of his head.
Probably wonders where I’ve been, Katherine thinks, hardening her tread so her heels click really loudly on the marble floor. Like I’m going to tell him!
She rides the lift up to her suite and thinks of Theresa. She was pretty. Nice. Didn’t demand another meeting or hang around until things got awkward. Just dressed, waited for Katherine to do the same, then said goodbye at the entrance to the courtyard. No fuss. No bother. Perfect. It was just a pity it took her so damn long to find a cab.
Still, she’s home now and chilly. Why does the suite feel so cold? Checking the thermostat Katherine finds it is set to a perfectly comfortable temperature, but she still feels cold and hugging herself, she crosses to her wardrobe, quickly strips off her skirt and blouse and dresses in grey jogging bottoms and a darker grey fleece. It warms her a little, but its still not enough and she picks up the phone, ordering hot chocolate from room service.
Megan brings it up to her.
Katherine manages to hide her astonishment, but it’s a close call.
“You got your job back then.” She says coolly, accepting the steaming mug and wrapping her hands around it gratefully.
“Yes.” Megan says, “they were very good about it. Unless you..”
“Me?” Katherine frowns. “What do you mean? Oh, you think I put in a good word for you? Sorry, but no I didn’t. Or maybe it’s congratulations. You managed to get your job back all by yourself.”