It sure feels good being Holly the whore tonight.
I’m still braced on the toilet seat when I hear my client zipping up his pants. I stay in position as he reaches for his coat, since the cubicle is too crowded for us to move around freely. And then he stays there. I feel his presence at the door.
I’m recovering from my orgasm, still breathing heavy over the toilet bowl when the footfall eases off outside. I hear the main entrance door thump closed, and then nothing. Bathroom empty.
The silence is a crazy contrast, but still, I don’t make a sound.
I wait until my client leaves the cubicle before I get back to my feet, arms aching. I lock the cubicle door and sit down on the toilet bowl, wiping myself clean of his dripping cum.
There is no sign of my panties as I look around. They were on top of his rolled up coat last time I saw them, so I guess he’s kept them as a memento. He’s welcome to them.
D&SI message Josh, then sit back, a proud smile on my face.
He soon pings back…Enjoy the thrill, baby?
I’m grinning as I type my reply.
Enjoy doesn’t cut it. It was AMAZING. But I forgot one thing. I press send and leave him hanging.
The ping comes quick.What did you forget?
My clit’s actually buzzing again as I type my reply…
I forgot just how damn horny public sex makes me. I want you naked when I get home. I’m gonna fuck your brains out.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It’s awesome to have a few clear days with Josh by my side, both of us free from work. We’ve both kept our calendars free. Proposals done and dusted until next weekend.
There are a million things I love about our line of work, but our freedom of scheduling is a big one. We’re going to have more than a single ‘date night’ basking in our love for each other, and my growing steadiness is making that so much easier. Dare I say it… so much morefun.
Now the elephant in the room has been acknowledged, it feels lighter between the two of us, too. The loss of Heath is now a shared pain, out in the daylight, rather than a stab buried deep out of view.
Such a relief, even though it’s hard.
“What do you want to do today?” Josh asks on our second morning together, trailing his fingers up my stomach as we lie in bed. “Are you ready to venture out into the great outdoors?”
I still get a flash of nerves at the thought of venturing out anywhere. It makes me stiffen up, and Josh’s fingers pause with the stomach trail.
He snuggles in, kisses my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I mean going out for a low key dinner, not hitting up the highlife of Mayfair.”
Damn, it’s been ages since Josh and I have been out to a restaurant together. I haven’t even considered it since Cannes. I miss the browsing of menus, and sipping wine while we laugh and chat, and play footsie under the table.
I miss chocolate fudge cake. I miss watching Josh sip his large Americano once the meal is done. I miss sharing three different starters and contemplating which one is the best as though we’re Michelin starred food critics.
I miss… everything.
Small steps, though.
We did go out hand in hand yesterday to stock up on supplies from a nearby supermarket, which is a role Josh has long taken to doing solo, but as for a busy restaurant, with onlookers all around us… that feels like a whole other crazy ballgame.
“You’re doing the lip thing,” Josh says. “Which I guess means you’re considering it. I’ll take that as a positive, since it’s not a flat out no.”
Josh noticed the lip chewing thing I do very early on in our relationship. I can’t help but smile, because as usual he’s realised that I’m doing it before I have.
My logic may seem dumb as fuck. Freaking out about a restaurant meal when I’m happy to hang out in Victoria coach station to fuck a stranger between bus arrivals, but it’s different to be in plain sight.
“It’ll be scary,” I say. “To be on view like that. People looking.”
