It Happened On A Wednesday
For several weeks there was nothing, barely even an acknowledgement of his existence beyond what was essential contact regarding patients. Joseph had just began to think that it had been fun while it lasted, clearly it hadn't lasted long enough, but after that second sexual encounter she had apparently grown bored of him. He was, ,however, proved quite wrong that Wednesday afternoon when he received a page stating simply "7:30 penthouse Riverside House. C." clearly this was what he had been waiting for, a time and a place, a place he presumed was part of the quayside development of a few years back, he would have to Google it when he got a moment. He heard the familiar sound of her heels against the linoleum floor and glanced up to see her crossing the ward, her bag hooked casually over her arm as was her style, she caught his eye and raising her eyebrow slightly she shot him a questioning look, one that he was quite aware only he knew the full implications of, he gave a slight nod of the head as an acknowledgement of the page, and to show that he would be there, and with that she wafted into the lift and was gone.
At precisely 7:25 he pulled into a parking space at the foot of Riverside House, grateful for Google and the RAC's route planning service. He climbed out of the car, pushing the door shut and beginning to walk towards the entrance way, pausing briefly to turn back towards the car and activate the remote locking, smiling slightly as he heard the slight click and saw the obligatory flash of the hazard lights, he clicked the button again despite the fact he was quite sure that dead locking the car, or even locking it at all was quite unnecessary in this exclusive development. He was all too aware that despite the fact his Range Rover had cost him the best part of £75,000 it was still by far the cheapest car in an area were Ferraris and Aston Martins were kept as second cars and little play things for the kept wives of many a high flyer who had chosen the Wyvern Docks development as his home.
He turned again, crossing what was left of the distance between his car and the door, pausing briefly to look at the list of names on the intercom and consider precisely how many of them were people that moved in the same circles as his mother and father, or who were at least children of such people. He briefly entertained ideas of what his parents would say if they were quite aware of what he was doing, thoughts he very quickly put out of his head as he reached up and pressed the bell for the penthouse. The slight hiss that issued from the panel was a clear indication that the person above was waiting for him to speak first, and if he knew Connie Beauchamp she was probably waiting fairly impatiently, moving slightly closer to the small microphone he said simply "It's me."
This was seemingly enough detail for her as he heard the buzz of the door release and upon hearing nothing from her he took this as a sign to go up. Opening the door and stepping into the communal lobby he looked around at the chic minimalistic decor, with its white walls and pale wood floors, there was barely anything there, the foot of the staircase, two lifts and two sculptures seemed to be the only things present. He couldn't even see the letter boxes he assumed must exist somewhere, yet for the second time in about as many minutes he was painfully aware of the exclusivity of the area, and highly suspected that the two sculptures alone probably had a higher valuation placed upon them than that of his entire flat, again not exactly at the bargain basement end of the spectrum but a fairly expensive gift from his parents, he strongly suspected it was entirely down to his mother, a congratulations upon getting his new job at Holby.
He stepped into the lift as the doors opened and pressed the button for the top floor, realising, perhaps a little to late, that he was entirely unaware of the number of her flat, simply knowing the floor it was situated on, a problem that soon resolved itself as the lift came smoothly to a halt at the top floor and the doors slid silently open. He stepped out of the lift into the same minimalistic style of surroundings as before and found only one door directly across from him, he crossed to it and knocked twice, "It's open" came the lazy reply from inside and he pushed the door open and stepped inside, briefly glancing around before his eyes came to rest on the figure lounging on the sofa, dressed solely in a black lace bra and matching French knickers and a casually, half buttoned oversized white shirt, which he could only presume had once belonged to her infamous ex husband. He glanced at the arm draped across the back of the sofa, a champagne flute half full held loosely in her hand, and then down to the tanned toned thighs bridging the gap between the black leather sofa to the glass coffee table where her feet rested. He noticed with a little surprise, the dark nail polish on her toes and wondered for a moment how many others were aware of this fact. These thoughts were interrupted as her feet withdrew to the floor as she stood and padded over to a glass shelving unit in the corner, "Champagne?" she enquired, already reaching for a second glass, the laugh he received as he replied "Just half a glass… I'm driving" coupled with the filling of the flute a fairly clear indication that he wasn't going anywhere that night.
He smiled slightly as she handed him the glass, trying to ignore the sensation within his body that had begun the moment he had first entered the flat and spotted her, and had increased substantially as her fingers had briefly brushed against his as she handed over his glass, a feeling that only increased further as she sat back on the sofa, lazily crossing her legs and revealing more of herself as she slowly drank the remainder of her champagne, reaching forward she gave him an unbeatable view of her cleavage as she placed her empty glass on the table. Moving upright again she wordlessly patted the sofa beside her and he crossed the room and sat beside her, taking a nervous sip of champagne as he did so. She smiled slightly, informing him in a soft and seductive tone that he needn't be so nervous. This however did absolutely nothing for his nerves as he felt his groin began to throb, something she seemed to remain perfectly unaware of as she reached forwards unknotting his tie and casually draping it over the back of the sofa, before moving closer to him, doing nothing to ease the throbbing which was growing ever stronger, as she one handedly undid his shirt buttons and pulled it from his trousers, parting it to reveal his toned torso. She pressed her lips against his neck, leaving a dark mark from her lipstick before seductively tracing her lips down over his chest, trailing her dark red lipstick over him and leaving her lipstick suitably smudged as she lifted her head, pressing her lips to his briefly and pushing her tongue into his mouth, flicking around as she slid her hand downwards, feeling the slight bulge in his trunks as she removed his belt and unzipped his trousers, in one fluid movement she pulled them down leaving him naked, and pushed him backwards on the sofa, he just managed to stop the champagne from slopping over the rim of the glass and onto the floor, and he gasped as he felt her lips close around him. He moaned as she began to work her magic, her tongue sliding around him, and a gentle hum sending vibrations across him quite like anything he had ever experienced before. Suddenly remembering why he was there he gasped, "I thought it… was meant… to be me… servicing your… needs..."
She paused momentarily and glanced up at him, "Who said this was for your benefit? Maybe I need to do it…" he nodded in submission and she lowered her head once more, gently sucking on him. he couldn't help but cry out "Oh God!" as he felt himself being brought closer to orgasm, and as she flicked her tongue over his tip the champagne glass slipped from his hand, shattering into tiny pieces as it landed on the floor with a crunch. He flushed red and murmured sorry, before moving as if to tidy up, but a manicured hand on his chest pushed him firmly back flat on the sofa as she paused in her ministrations to hoarsely whisper "Leave it" before lowering her head again, sucking harder this time, knowing how close he was and eager to make it happen. she swirled her tongue around him once more and his breath caught in his throat as he came, gasping for breath he simply lay there, perfectly still as she made her way back up his body and kissed him, allowing him to taste himself. She took his hand and slid it down her body and into her underwear, allowing him to feel her eagerness, moaning quietly as she felt his finger move inside her, her hips buckling as his thumb began to circle her clit, smirking to himself as her breathing shallowed. Withdrawing his finger he moved down her body, pulling down her knickers with his teeth and sliding his tongue deep inside her, her gasps, moans and bucking hips being all the encouragement he needs to continue. Her gasping cry of disappointment clear as he withdrew from her, her lips ferociously clashing with him as he moved upwards, hungrily tasting herself, but clearly wanting more as he felt her nails digging into the soft flesh at the top of his thighs, drawing him into her once more, her moans vibrating around his mouth and his neck as her lips moved over him. His thrusts continued as their dewy bodies slipped against each other and against the cool black leather of the sofa. He felt her nails digging into the small of his back as she tightened around him as she came, shortly followed by a shuddering breath he identified as his own, as release reached him and he collapsed down onto the sofa beside her, holding her in his arms and kissing her neck as he watched her heaving chest as her body struggled to repay its oxygen debt.
Glancing across at a clock he realised that at some point they had both fallen asleep on the couch and it was now sometime after eleven. He stood up and crouched down to pick up her still sleeping frame, one hand under her knees and the other in the small of her back, as her head lolled against his chest. He carried her to what appeared to be the only other door coming off the open plan living area, believing, correctly as it turned out, that it must be the bedroom. He gently shifted her weight so he could hold her in one arm as he used his now free hand to pull back the Egyptian cotton sheets, he gently laid her down and began to move away when she stirred and reached for his wrist, scuttling over slightly as she pulled him back towards the bed, he slid in next to her, finding himself surprised by the amount of vulnerability she was allowing herself to display as she moved back into his arms and fell asleep with her head on his chest. He watched her, thinking to himself as he slowly fell asleep, even someone like Connie Beauchamp needed more than sex sometimes. Occasionally everyone needs to feel loved, no matter how brief the experience may be, and she had just revealed to him that she was no different, as she lay there, her breaths soft and deep now, with a contented smile on her face.