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The Donor 5


By Katzmarek


Jonathon stood in the plaza opposite the glass tower. 
'Pure eighties,' he thought, 'a mirror glass vertical slab.' Atop
the building stood the logo of NTC, about a dozen metres high.


He pinned on his press badge and tapped his DAT recorder kit,
bumping at his hip.
"Here goes," he said aloud.


Jonathon strode as purposefully as he could into the lobby of the
building. He scanned the directory on the wall until he cameto,
'Chief Executive Officer...floor 35 west.'
He scrambled into the elevator just as the doors were closing.


The elevator deposited him in a carpeted reception area. Polished
wood veneer, a large desk with 'reception' in gold letters, two
women sat bent over monitors.
"Can I help you?" one said almost immediately.
"Mr. J Wetherall, Radio City FM for Miss Van Wettering," Jonathon
said as officially as he could.
"Just a minute," the receptionist said. Then, "what time was your
appointment, Mr. Wetherall?"
"12, lunch," he tried to say casually.
"I've nothing here," she said, "are you sure you have the right
day?"
"Of course! She's going to Europe tomorrow."
"Well it wouldn't be then would it?" the receptionist said with a
smile. "Wait a second will you, I'll just check."
"Just like her to make appointments without telling anybody,"
said the other woman.
"Now isn't that the truth!" said Jonathon to the puzzled looks of
the two women.


Joanne breezed into reception with what Jonathon decided was a
businesslike expression.
"In here, Mr...." She said.
"Wetherall, " Jonathon replied as he followed her into a
conference room. Once inside she spun around and glared at
Jonathon.
"What stunt are you pulling, Jonathon?" she said in a quiet but
slightly menacing voice. Her 'edge' voice Jonathon called it.
"Where did you get that press card?"
"Borrowed it, it's a spare. See, no photograph."
"And that recorder?"
"There's no recorder, I packed some lunch in the case, see!"


Joanne clapped her hands together and threw her head back in a
silent laugh.
"What have you brought me?" she asked.
"Cajun chicken and salad sandwiches with a demi of Pinot Noir to
wash it down," Jonathon announced proudly.
"Let's go outside by the fountains," she said.


As they waited for the elevator Joanne leaned forward and
whispered,
"Kiss me!"
"What! Here!"
"Yes! C'mon, put your arms around me and give me a proper one,
ok?"
Jonathon leaned in smiling and fused his mouth to Joanne's. Her
tongue pushed it's way in and sought out Jonathon's. They
remained kissing until the elevator arrived. As they entered
Joanne turned towards the astonished receptionists,
"Pick your jaws up ladies," she giggled.


Joanne giggled all the way to the ground floor.
"I bet the news will be around the building before the elevator
reaches ground. 'The boss has a boyfriend,' haha," shechuckled.
"I thought you didn't want a 'public' private life."
"Perhaps I have a bit of a private life to keep secret now
Jonathon?" she replied "except now I don't care."


They sat on the cement ledge surrounding a fountain, featuring a
collection of tin shapes someone called a sculpture.
"Yum! The sandwiches are excellent, Jonathon, where did you get
them?
"The chicken was left over from last night, the bread I baked
this morning, it's Rye," he replied.
"And he bakes his own bread! I'm a lucky girl. Do you cook
breakfast too?"
"What would you like?" Jonathon grinned.
"You're leering again, Jonathon! Do you do pancakes?"
"Savoury or sweet?"
"Sweet, of course, maple syrup and lemon."
"With or without cream?"
"Without. Stop smirking...I did get the double-entendre, ok?" She
said, play-punching him.


"I want to thank you for lunch," Joanne said as they made their
way back inside the building. "I have to spend the day preparing
for the Europe trip AND finish off a proposal for SouthAfrica."
"What's happening there?" Jonathon asked.
"Joint venture, I hope. We need to find ways to grow the
Corporation, Jonathon. To hang on to our talent as well as
increase returns. Y'know, if you don't give the geeks something
to do they'll go offshore."


The doors of the elevator opened once again on the reception
area. There was only one woman behind the desk, suddenly finding
the computer monitor fascinating.
"Gail!" Joanne said, "Meet Jonathon," then to Jonathon, "you can
take off that stupid press card now, sugar. You're now an
official visitor."
"Right," he said, unpinning the card.
"Just check with me before you drop by, ok? Now, get your dimples
out of here, I have work to do," she said, quickly pecking
Jonathon on the lips. "I'll see you tonight, I may be late, I'll
pick you up, ok?"
"Sure."
"I have an early flight, sorry. But you can stay and do my house
work."
"Thanks."
"Then again, maybe you should move in? Is that too soon? Perhaps
we need to talk about it, I'm not too experienced at this. Think
about it, ok? Bye."


On the way down Jonathon tried to digest what he just heard. 
'Move in? She just asked him to move in? After, what, three
weeks?' He couldn't believe it. Could he live in that house? An
estate agent's show home, with polished brass, lacquered native
timbers and obedient dust.


Then again, she's bound to have a twice a week cleaner, gardener
and car-groomer. Joanne didn't seemed to have the time to sweat
over that big house on the hill. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
'I might even get a chance to boss around the hired help,' he
mused with a chuckle.


Still, he figured it was a positive sign that Joanne had
developed some kind of feeling for him, beyond a thrice-weekly
workout in bed. 'I mean, she wouldn't ask him to move in if all
she wanted was the occasional 'bounce', would she?' he asked
himself. 'Hell! He'd been at her beck and call anyway.'


By the time he'd got home, he'd talked himself in and out of the
idea, several times over. Just as he was fetching Roxy's dinner
the phone rang.
"Jonathon, be a sweetie and baby-sit my baby for me while I'm
gone," the caller asked.
"Baby, Joanne? Boy! That was quick."
"Take your mind off your crotch for a minute Jonathon, if you
can."
"Ok, mind off crotch... right"
"Good, have you a driver's license?"
"Yes."
"Well can you look after my car, take her out and give her a run.
Don't run it through any carwash, if you're feeling energetic,
hand wash only, ok?"
"You're trusting me with the BMW?"
"Not that! That's a company car, it's in for servicing. I mean my
sports car."
"I didn't know you had a sports car."
"My little Mercedes, haven't you seen it? I guess you haven't...
I'll leave you with the key. Be careful with it, ok? It's quite
powerful."
"Um, how little, how powerful?" Jonathon asked.
"I don't know what they call it, alphabet soup, or something.
500K I think, something like that. Only men care about the
letters on the side. All I know is, it goes like hell, so be
careful, ok?"
"Ok, sure," Jonathon replied, stunned.
"I'm getting away at six, I've had enough. I'll finish on the
plane, pack your bag, bye." Jonathon stood for a few minutes
staring at the phone in disbelief.




Jonathon heard the distinctive beat of the V8 pull to a stop
outside. When Joanne knocked he had his bag ready.
"You're efficient today," she remarked.
"I heard the Merc' coming up the street. That's quite a set of
wheels you have," Jonathon replied looking over her shoulder.
"I thought it'll impress you. Hey! I'm over here!"
"Sorry," he said, switching his attention back to the car's
owner.


"Do you want to eat out?" Joanne asked.
"Sure, where did you have in mind?"
"That seafood restaurant, on the pier, interested?"
"Sounds good. Am I going to be Mr. Mystery again?"
"Jonathon, you're a bloody mystery all right," she replied,
shaking her head.


Joanne pulled onto the pier and parked close to the restaurant.
Perched right at the end, the restaurant was surrounded on three
sides by the ocean. The lights of the ships in the far off
channel winked fitfully in the sea haze. Joanne held onto
Jonathon's hand as they were shown to their table. It made him
tingle with wellbeing.


It was while they were sitting opposite each other that Jonathon
saw that Joanne had had her hair done in a much softer style.
"Your hair's beautiful," Jonathon remarked. Joanne's face flushed
red for a brief moment.
"I need to impress the Zurich gnomes."
"Not me?" he retorted. Again she reddened.
"You're getting too sure of yourself. Stop looking at me!" she
hissed.
"Can't help it, you're right in front. Would you prefer if I
stare at the spoons?"
"No... sorry... I'm not used to this... attention. I'm
embarrassed... I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date. Please
be patient!"


Later, they sat in the car watching the lights of the city over
the curve of the bay. Their arms rested on each other's inside
leg.
"Have... you thought about what I said, earlier?" Joanne asked.
"About?"
"About moving in... with me."
"Do you want me to?" Jonathon asked.
"I guess... I don't know... do you think it's too soon?"
"Are we compatible? Don't you think we would drive each other
crazy?" he suggested.
"You drive me crazy now! So what would be different?"


Jonathon snuggled into the leather upholstery while the Mercedes
whisked them back to Joanne's. He could certainly handle some
aspects of this life he thought, but he couldn't see himself
living up there on the hill. It just wasn't his life.
"What about the cat?" he suddenly said aloud.
"What about it?""Where would she sleep? And what about my
furniture, bed?"
"Have a bonfire, hell! I don't know. Look! If it's going to be
too much trouble..."
"No, no! Not too much... I want to... it's just... I don't know
how it would work out."
"Neither do I Jonathon. Maybe we both have to learn some new
strategies."


"Jonathon!" Joanne said as they were kissing in her lounge. "I...
I suddenly feel very... lonely, y'know? I don't want to spend the
rest of my life... on my own."
"Ok honey," Jonathon responded, " maybe we can work something
out, ok?" He drew her in, hugging her to him.


"Take a shower with me?" Joanne asked as they ascended the
stairs.
"Ok, sure." They entered the en-suite.


Joanne took off her business clothes while Jonathon quickly
stripped to his underpants. Joanne turned on the water as he came
up behind her.
"Here," he said, "let me." Jonathon started to undo her bra.
Peeling off the strap, he reached around to cup her breasts.
"Oh Jonathon!" she said and rested her head on his. "You do make
me feel sweet."


They shed the last of their underwear and got under the water.
Standing face to face they soaped each other with gentle
caresses, exploring each other's bodies. After a while Joanne had
her hand around Jonathon's cock while he paid attention to her
breasts and nipples.
"Jonathon, would you like me to... um... do you... y'know... with
my mouth. Would you like that?"
"If you want to... yes... it would be nice," he replied.
"Well a first time for everything...you have to guide me...tell
me how you like it, ok?"
"Ok, sure."
"Now don't shoot in my mouth," she said kneeling down.
"I won't, trust me."
"Huh!" Joanne said taking him in her hand and kissing under the
bulb.


"Yes... that's good," Jonathon said, "underneath... go easy! It's
very sensitive. Be careful with your teeth!"
"I won't bite!" Joanne said, "Y'know, I don't think I've seen one
this close before, funny! 37 and I've never touched a penis with
my tongue. A bit soapy... Mmm... and faintly salty... weird. Oh
well! Here goes..." Joanne took a breath and put her mouth over
him.


At first she was content to hold the bulb of Jonathon's cock in
her mouth. She started to move her head backwards and forwards,
exploring the sensations. Jonathon ran his fingers through her
hair. Instinctively he began to push forward, trying to get more
of his cock in her mouth.
"Hey! Don't choke me," Joanne said, pulling off him. "If you're
going to get carried away..."
"No! I won't," said Jonathon, a little desperately, "don't
stop."
"Well you behave!"


Jonathon put a hand on the shower box to steady himself as Joanne
took him in her mouth again, a little deeper each time.
"Maybe it'd taste better coated in maple syrup... and lemon," she
suggested.
"Maple syrup, maybe... but the lemon juice?" She giggled as she
went back down on him.
"Anything but chili paste." He added.


"Don't ever get the urge after preparing chili sauce," Jonathon
said.
"Why," Joanne asked.
"Um... once I was cooking, making chili and... I started to feel
horny... for some reason."
"Making chili gets you horny! I'll remember that."
"No, no... it was something else... I don't remember... anyway I
went to the bathroom and... y'know"
"No, what?" asked Joanne innocently.
"I went to have a... jerk, y'know."
"Oh dear. You must really stop that, y'know. One hand will grow
bigger than the other," she giggled.
"Well I had chili on my hand and...it was excruciating... ow,
stop laughing while your sucking me."
"Sorry," she said, straightening up, "that's so funny. Hey, guess
what... you've gone soft all of a sudden." They both laughed
uncontrollably.


Later, they had dried each other and were lying in bed.
Jonathon's arm was around Joanne who was playing with his chest
hairs.
"I'm glad you're not hairy," Joanne observed, " I don't fancy
lying next to a rug."
"Gemini's don't have much body hair. It says so in Linda
Goodman's Star Signs."
"You've certainly wasted your reading opportunities."
"It was a phase."


"You're good for me, Jonathon," she said, "a tonic. I would like
to come home to you." She kissed his chest. She suddenly satup,
"I've got an idea, won't be a minute," she said jumping out
of bed. When she returned she was carrying a bottle.
"Oh no, not the maple syrup," complained Jonathon.


"Ow, it's cold...Aw look at the mess, it's going everywhere. What
is this, 'nine and a half weeks'?"
"Stop whining," said Joanne, "I'll clean it up." And she began to
lick off the syrup around Jonathon cock and balls.


"Oh Yum, I do like maple syrup with my men," Joanne chuckled.
Despite himself, Jonathon was soon hard as a post. The feeling of
her flicking tongue and the gooey liquid was having its effect.
"Oh dear," she said in a childlike voice, "I seem to have got
some on my nipples. Here... what shall I do?" Jonathon had a
solution and was soon suckling them.


Moments later, Joanne was on her back as Jonathon drilled her,
fast and furiously. Her head was thrown back, her face screwed up
and her breath was rasping in her throat.
"Slow... oh...oh... no... uh... uh... cumming... oh... god...
OOOOHHHH," she bellowed. Jonathon, anxious for his own release
kept pounding at her.
"That's it... baby... come for me... fill me honey," she said, "I
love your cock... in me... babe... C'mon, give it to me, love."
With a roar, Jonathon obliged.


"Whew!" Joanne said afterwards, "you give a lady a workout."
"Sorry, I don't know what got into me."
"Ha! I sure know what got into ME," she laughed.


They were curled up together, spooning. Jonathon listened to
Joanne's rhythmic breathing, he thought he could hear her heart
beating.
"Jonathon, you awake?" she asked.
"Yes".
"Will you drive me to the airport in the morning?"
"Sure, what time?"
"5. I'm sorry, that's too early for you," she said feeling
Jonathon jerk in shock.
"No, no it isn't. I'll cope."
"You sure? You're such a honey. I've never had anyone drive me to
the airport, except cab drivers of course."
"Joanne, you suddenly seem so vulnerable. Are you feeling
alright?"


"I've never had a lover before, I mean a real one, y'know?" she
said. "I've had fucks, but not lovers. Don't take this the wrong
way, babe, but I've had better fucks too. Real athletes, young
guys that can pop and be ready to go again, y'know? I once picked
this kid up, about 17 or so. He finger-fucked me in my own car,
while I was driving! I almost ran off the road. I had to stop. 
But no one, Jonathon, ever made me feel the way you do. I never
had a guy who can turn me to jelly like you do. I see you and I
go all fluttery inside. Like those horrible romance novels."
"You mean the ones you don't read?""Yes those, smartass!"


"You make love, Jonathon," she went on, " I know it's a clich,
but you make LOVE, you don't just fuck.
When you make me have an orgasm, it just goes on and on,
Jonathon. I've never had that before. It's so intense and I just
want to hold on to you afterwards and I don't want to let you go.
Is that silly?"
"Of course not. I enjoy you holding me. I feel special," Jonathon
replied.
"Exactly, babe. You make me feel special. Perhaps that's why I
seem vulnerable. I'm out of my 'comfort zone' as the 'course
junkies' say. You're the first guy I ever wanted to see the
morning after."
"Wow, Joanne, I'm speechless."
"Good, I don't want to listen to you anyway."
"Thanks."
"Don't be grumpy. Sometimes I just need to get it out and its
easier if you don't feel you have to make some profound comment.
You are a very smart guy, Jonathon, but sometimes you can be
impossibly dumb."
"That doesn't make me feel better, Joanne."
"What! You want your ego massaged some more?"
"If you like."
"Ok, I think I'm falling in love with you. Will that do?"
"Yes. That works for me."
"Good! Then hug me tighter and go to sleep. We have an early
start."
Jonathon lay awake for ages.


















                                                            




 





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