Steve Davies felt good as he made his way back to his car, he worried that he was becoming addicted to the excitement of visiting Queenie Jarvis's house for illicit sex in working hours but he couldn't seem to be able to resist.
His mood lasted almost a minute but then as he passed Steward Drive he saw that small silver Ford car again, he stopped and reversed back, and once again checked it out, the parking permit was clear, Miranda Holmes, Social Services.
Steve knew he was being followed, he considered waiting to see if the woman came back but decided to head back to the office, he checked the internal phone book and discovered Miranda worked in the same block as he did, then he discovered her address and most damning that she was "Sick" and not at her desk.
Steve waited for the inevitable call to explain and then when it did not come he tried to concentrate on his work but it was impossible.
Friday morning came and Steve arrived early driving into the almost deserted car park and picking a space with a clear view of the entrance where he waited for Miranda to drive in, he recognised the car approaching and then as she parked some distance away he saw the slim chestnut haired woman emerge dressed in a boring grey suit and his heart sank.
He had a vague hope that he could appeal to her better nature, plead that he was a passionate man just doing what passionate men needed to do, but when he saw her he realised it was hopeless.
Miranda saw Steve watching her, she wondered if he knew, then she realised he must know that it was she who he had been screwing, an uneasy stand off developed.
It was after nine that evening when Steve rang Miranda's doorbell, she answered it in her thick dark blue bathrobe which she wore over her knee length pink nightdress.
"Oh" she said, "You." as he pushed against the door chain.
"Bloody Hell," Steve swore.
"Don't push, I'll let you in." Miranda said, "How did you find me?" she pushed the door shut and unhooked the chain and reopened it wide enough for Steve to get through.
"Parking Permit, phone book." Steve replied as he moved into the hallway, Miranda motioned for him to go through to the lounge.
"Oh," Miranda responded, "Do you want coffee?"
"Coffee?" he replied, "Sure why not."
The kettle had boiled so it took but a second for Miranda to step into the kitchen and fill a cup. "milk, sugar," Miranda asked,
"Yes two, please." Steve requested.
"So, what do you want?" Miranda asked as she passed the coffee cup across handle first. "Sit down."
"I don't know really," Steve replied, "I just want to explain, I suppose." Steve remained standing.
"Explain, right" Miranda agreed, "Sit down, please, explain what?"
Steve sat on Miranda's couch, "I saw your car, read the parking permit."
"Yes." Miranda agreed.
"I was there," he said.
"Well obviously." she agreed
"I'm addicted." he said, "I can' t stop."
"No," she agreed. as she sat down on the chair facing him, "Do you want to."
"Yes, of course."
"Oh, so why come here." she asked perplexed.
Steve put his coffee cup down, "To explain."
"Explain what?" Miranda asked again, "What are you trying to say?"
"Thursday, and Wednesday." he replied.
"Yes," Miranda agreed.
"What are you going to do now?" Steve asked.
"Me, ah nothing." Miranda said.
"But your car was there, both times." he insisted.
"Right." Miranda agreed.
"You're just getting annoying now," He insisted.
"I'm sorry but what exactly do you want?" Miranda asked again.
"I need to know what you are going to do." Steve insisted.
"And what do you imagine I have in mind?" Miranda asked.
"Blackmail, report me to my line manager, why else would you spy on me." Steve asked.
"You really don't get it, do you." Miranda sighed.
"Get what?" he asked.
"I wasn't spying on you." Miranda insisted.
"So what was going on." Steve demanded.
"Go home and work it out." Miranda replied firmly.
Steve reached across and grasped Miranda's wrist, "Stop winding me up" he shouted sending a surge of excitement raced through Miranda.
"You're very strong." Miranda suggested, "Don't hurt me."
"Then for heavens sake, tell me what is going on." he insisted
"The woman, girl whatever, why?" Miranda asked.
"Why, I don't know." Steve admitted.
"How long has it been going on?" Miranda asked.
"Months, once a week, for months, just an hour, after lunch."
"And the same woman?" Miranda probed.
"Different ones, same house, she brings in girls from other places." Steve replied
"So why two days running?" Miranda asked.
"This new girl, well, I just wanted more." He admitted.
"And today." she asked.
"No, she has gone back to London." he said.
"What's she like?" Miranda asked.
"Beautiful, well not her face but her body, she is so slim and the sex is wow." Steve insisted.
"Blonde I suppose, big breasts." Miranda suggested with a smile.
"No, brown hair, like yours," Steve replied, "and brown eyes, like yours and."
"You are remarkably slow on the uptake Steve." Miranda suggested.
"I don't understand," Steve shook his head.
"About my height, I guess, and you cum too soon."
"Who says." Steve demanded.
"I was there, you idiot, don't you recognise me?" she demanded, "I was tied up, you raped me!"
"Oh," Steve announced, "Oh my god, but not yesterday, no that was done willingly."
"She tricked me, both times," Miranda insisted, "But yes, yesterday was fun."
Steve pulled Miranda towards him, holding both her wrists.
"Fifty pounds," she asked.
"You little whore," he agreed, "yes, okay fine,"
"Upstairs?" Miranda suggested,
"Yes upstairs," He agreed but Miranda kissed him.
"Too far, take too long." Miranda insisted, "Here's fine." her nimble fingers worked to loosen Steve's trousers as her undid her bathrobe and lifted her nightdress to expose her breasts, suddenly she was naked, but she was pulling Steve's shirt, baring his chest then she loosened the laces in his trainers and pulled them off, pulling at his clothes until he too was naked.
"Upstairs," Miranda whispered, and dashed from the room as Steve followed until they both dived onto Miranda's bed.
Steve spread Miranda's legs but she cried, "I'm not ready, and as he looked on in horror Steve realised he was about to cum, he rushed to the bathroom and shot his load over the lavatory.
Miranda wiped him clean with a tissue, and as she did so he started to stiffen again, "See he likes me, I think I'm ready."
Steve reached out to touch Miranda, his fingers trailed across her sex until she grasped his hand and forced him to explore the wetness within and then as he strained Miranda led him back to bed.
This time she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread slightly and Steve carefully eased himself inside her "now take it easy," Miranda ordered as his penis gradually sank from sight disappearing within her, "Not too quick." she cautioned.
"Shut up." he insisted "Stop nagging, I'm paying all right." the bed springs settled into a regular creaking rhythm.
"Mmm, nice," Miranda whispered, "Make love to me, make me cum and I'll waive the fee."
"Waive the fee, what kind of talk is that for a prostitute," he asked rhetorically.
"I'm not prostitute, if you make me cum then no fee." Miranda agreed but his best attempts failed, no shuddering climax, no exploding fireworks in her brain, just a nice warm feeling of closeness, as he shot his second load of the evening, but this time into her.
She held him as his manhood shrank gradually. "I didn't cum." Miranda admitted, "do you want a coffee or anything?"
"I don't get you!" Steve admitted, "Coffee, after that, you just offer to get Coffee." he said as he climbed from the bed inspected his manhood and sat down on the bed again.
"Tea then." Miranda suggested.
"For heavens sake," he replied, "didn't that mean anything to you?"
"Well, I didn't cum." Miranda admitted, "I suppose you had better get home to your wife."
"No, not married," he replied.
"Girlfriend?" she tried.
"No," he replied.
"Boyfriend, Mother, whatever." she asked.
"No, I live alone," he replied.
"In that case," she said, "What time shall I set the alarm clock for?"
"Seven thirty?" he suggested.
"Seven, then perhaps we can have some fun before work?" she suggested