Fans Of Friday

Relief 2

© 2003 by Arty

Reposted with permission of the author.

He'd spent all day preparing for this. Not to mention the weeks of experimentation until he had the dishes cooked to perfection.

The knocking startled him; he'd lost track of the time. Checking that all was perfect he hurried to open the door.

She took his breath away; she always did - once more he thanked whatever Gods were listening when she had fallen into his life.

"Come in."

Friday stepped across the threshold and nodded approvingly at the decor. The cellar had been transformed; dank and gloomy had been replaced by light and airy. Garlands of woodland flowers had been wrapped around iron rings, which were the only discordant note, embedded in the wall. The centrepiece was a table set for two. A silver candlestick and the finest crystal glasses glittered in the pool of light in which the table was bathed.

"I hope you don't mind Greek food? I was looking for a dessert that you would like and it was Greek so I ran with it ..."

He realised he was babbling and shut up.

Friday smiled, "Greek is fine."

He took her wrap and hung it in a concealed closet and then seated her at the table. He poured two glasses of champagne, a Dom Perignon '55 and proposed a toast.

"To fulfillment."

After they had drunk the champagne he brought out the frist course, a Mezza [I apologise for the misspellings everyone]. This was followed by a Moussaka and finally a Baclava, sweet and sticky with honey. Throughout the meal the resiny Retsina that they drank was a perfect counterpoint.

The final coffee and the 40 year-old armagnac were drunk slowly to allow the meal to digest. During the meal he had delighted in making her smile and laugh; now he stood behind her and massaged her head and shoulders as Friday groaned in appreciation.

Taking her hand he led her towards a massage table and carefully undressed her. A kiss on each exposed piece of skin meant that this process took slightly longer than necessary, but eventually she was lying prone on the table. The massage started with long sweeping strokes over her back and shoulders, Friday relaxed as he concentrated all of his love and devotion into his searching fingertips.

A gentle pressure on her side, was the indication to roll over. Friday glanced at the clock, wow where had the time gone? It hadn't seemed like 45 minutes. And then he started again with gentle sweeps of his hands. This time, however the masage was anything but relaxing as he gently brought her to several most satisfying orgasms.

Placing his arms beneath her legs and back he scooped her from the table and carried her towards a gently steaming bath. With the utmost care he slid her, feet first, into the bathwater. Friday sighed in satisfaction as a wave of warmth spread up her body.

Using a natural sponge he proceeded to wash the massage oil from her. He may perhaps be forgiven for spending a little too much time on certain areas, but Friday was certain that no trace of oil remained anywhere. Finally he washed and conditioned her hair taking the opportunity to give her another head massage.

Helping her to rise from the bath he wrapped her in the largest, fluffiest and whitest bath towels that human ingenuity could create and spent the next ten minutes ensuring that she was dry.

Now he raised his eyebrows in silent question as he led her towards the bed. Friday nodded in answer and he helped her to lie back. Once more he unwrapped his muse and this time his worship of her was almost entirely oral. Nipples were kissed, licked and nibbled; ears and neck, underarms and navel. No part of her was left untouched. Sometimes she gasped, sometimes she giggled but always her arousal grew, finally he concentrated on her womanhood. Her first orgasm was followed by a second and a third as he gently encouraged her release. Finally he slowed down and looked up to see her smile.

Now it was her turn.

"You are wearing entirely too many clothes. Get them off. Now!"

Knowing better than to disobey when she spoke in that tone of voice, he hurried to comply. When he was naked, he protested a little.

"But I had the handsome Prince Charming all lined up for you."

"You're handsome enough."

He glanced down at his rampant erection.

"But 'average' is being generous, Prince Charming is a legend."

"It looks big enough to me. Now if you don't do as you're told and make love to me, I'll never visit you again!"

He was hers to command after all, so he knelt between her widespread knees and entered her in a single smooth thrust.

An explosion of pleasure almost blew him away, he struggled successfully to stop himself from coming. He knew it would feel good but this was beyond his wildest dreams! It was like every pleasurable experience he had ever had all rolled into one and concentrated in his loins. He focused on his muse and started to thrust.

He was rewarded with delightful sounds of arousal. He grunted out his apology.

"I'm sorry, just because I tease you doesn't mean I don't love you, you know?"

"I know."

"Uhh Friday, I'm sorry but I can't hold back any longer!"

The power of his orgasm caught him by surprise, it felt like he was being turned inside out. Friday smiled, the fact that she had rendered him helpless within her was enough to tip her over the edge too. He had just enough strength left to roll her over so she was on top of him.

"Am I forgiven? (Again!)"

She giggled and waved her arm expansively, "I'll let you know, after we've done this a few more times."

He groaned, "Yes Mistress!"

--Fin--

© 2003 by Arty, all rights reserved