Many thanks for your lovely comments. I truly appreciate it and your taking the time out to read my thoughts on what was waiting ahead for Carol and Therese. My obsession with the film seems to be making these quite easy to write!
It was a Tuesday and I had finished early for the day. I walked down the street with a skip in my step overjoyed that I had secured a front cover photo. I could imagine no better way to celebrate than to drop in on Carol and surprise her at work.
I stood on the steps to the furniture store taking in the sight of her through the opened doorway. I loved watching her while she worked. She was on her hands and knees, skirt haphazardly clumped around her, while she sanded the side of a chest of drawers. Her blonde hair fell in front of her face, cheeks glowing red with the strain of sanding, as she swore under her breathe.
"Damn thing" She tutted.
I stepped in to the store.
"You're hard at work" I remarked with a smile.
She paused, momentarily frozen in suspense, before giving way to greet me with a soft smile.
"How long have you been there?" She enquired, that wonderful smile still pulling at her full mouth. She tore her attention away from me and with a trace of irritation resumed her work.
I shrugged my shoulders and perched on the arm of a leather chair.
"Long enough to know that you have a dirty mouth"
She shook her head in disbelief. "Miss Belivet are you flirting with me?" There was a twinkle in her eye that was perfectly irresistible. I felt my own cheeks flush red at the insinuation. Truth be told, though I was much more confident in our relationship since we'd been living together, she could still reduce me to a giggling school girl with nothing more than a wink.
"Always" I replied. Unable to keep the grin from my mouth I dipped my head in embarrassment.
She let out a deep exhale. "What do you do to me?" She wondered aloud. With a second glance she reluctantly dropped the wad of sandpaper and climbed to her feet. "You're quite the distraction" She mock scolded me brushing off the remnants of saw dust from her skirt.
She walked past me with a purposeful swing in her hips and flicked the sign on the door to 'closed'. In one swift movement she pulled down the blinds, shrouding the shop in a calm, muted, darkness. There was nothing but the sound of her footsteps and then she was stood behind me, towering over me, with a hand carelessly sliding against the soft skin on my chest, and into the side of my blouse. She kissed me from behind, just a simple chaste kiss, but it was enough to drive the pulse at my throat into overdrive. Her touch was all too familiar now, something I had grown to expect and not just desire but I still wanted her more than I could possibly express.
"And to think I wanted to get that finished this evening" She remarked, walking round to slip onto my lap, her hands braced against the arms of the leather chair.
"Maybe I should leave you be?" I teased much to her disappointment. She shook her head slowly.
"Absolutely not" She replied, leaning in to press a kiss against my neck. She breathed in the smell of my perfume. "I have much more pressing business to attend to Miss Belivet"
"Is that so?" I hummed, any further thought interrupted by her exquisite mouth pressing kisses along my collar bone. She was a wonderful lover, generous and tender with a tendency to get lost in kissing me for long enough to have my body crying out for more. She inched dangerously close to the buttons of my blouse, leaving a trail of kisses on my chest that brought the cool air to them in waves. I shuddered at the contact and she paused for a moment to wink at me, mouth never leaving there spot on my breast. She unbuttoned my blouse and sat back to take in the sight of me half dressed. Carol loved to admire me.
"You are truly magnificent" She purred, flicking open the latch on my skirt. She leaned in closer her mouth hovering inches away from mine as a hand slipped past the confines of my skirt and into my underwear. The contact brought a groan to my lips that filled the silent room and made a smile pull at the corners of Carol's mouth. She kissed me hard allowing all of her desire to pour in to me, fingers expertly moving against me, building into a rhythm that made my heart roar in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, urging her deeper in to me, desperate for more of her, my mouth kissing her so hard i feared I would bruise her lips. I couldn't hold myself back. I gripped the back of her neck and moaned into the kiss feeling my entire being losing control with every thrust of my hips. Then there was nothing but the sounds that filled my head. I held her tightly to me and rode out the wave that seemed to envelope me, the crashing build up and then a perfect stillness that was permeated only by the sound of Carol breathing in to my ear and the heavy rise and fall of my chest. I could feel her excitement, stirring under the surface, as she stroked my cheek, my body still reeling from her touch.
As my heart began to return to a normal pace I slipped out of the chair under her watchful eye. I got to my knees and noted the look of want in her eyes. Now she was seated on the leather seat, hands cupping the arms, fingertips applying pressure and sinking in to the surface. I slid up her skirt until it bunched at her hips and gently parted her legs, smiling against her as I felt a hand instinctively move to the back of my head. Her insistence was more than evident and she urged me closer, the sounds of her pleasure spilling out from the back of her throat. She writhed against me and I drank her in, my hands cupping her knees to steady myself. The desire mounted in her and the room grew warm and hazy with passion. I felt her fingers slipping in to my hair, teasing the strands, pulling on them with a sense of desperation. She moaned deeply, the sound filling me with a renewed desire, then the hand on my head was directing me away as Carol slumped back in to the chair. When I looked up a hand was cast carelessly over her eyes, her chest rising and falling dramatically. I slipped on to her waiting lap and lay with my head against her chest listening to the reassuring sound of her beating heart. I drummed out the pattern with a fingertip on her forearm, content to remain like this as Carol slowly regained the ability to speak.
"Imagine Carol…" I began, glancing up to meet eyes that were dark and unfocused. She was spent and I took great pleasure in the fact. "…if the person who buys this chair knew what had happened on it" I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of some stuffy couple taking it home and placing it in the study, totally oblivious to our love making.
She closed her eyes and laughed uncontrollably. "The thoughts that go through your head" She chided. "I'm not sure I could let it go" She said suddenly, considering the thought for a moment. "No I think it's settled, it's going to have to come home with us I'm afraid"
I smile widely against her chest. "I think I'd like that" I agreed.
She hooted with laughter. "Think we can make ourselves presentable? You've put me in a generous mood and I'd quite like to take you out for dinner" She informed me with a wink.
"Providing you don't wink at me like that again. It makes me giddy"
This amused her to no end and she sat up, smoothing down her skirt. "Is that so Miss Belivet? I wouldn't like to make a promise to a lady that I can't keep" She replied, throwing me another wink for the hell of it.
