Unknown Diners

Chapter Thirty

The rain had stopped, and the sky had begun clearing as Lorne and Catherine stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of the hotel and walked toward the SkyTrain station. "I need to review that place. Everything about it was superlative. Great setting, smooth, efficient service, the appetiser plates were all delicious."

Lorne squeezed her hand and nodded. "That's my favourite way of sampling restaurants. Get to taste a broad variety without being stuffed."

The sidewalks were quiet, the after-work crowd having gone, and the evening crowd not yet arrived. Catherine squeezed his hand. "Let's walk, I love the fresh air after a storm."

They strolled in silence for a while toward Gastown heading to Beattie to skirt the hill. "Along here somewhere? Nathan?"

"Yeah, I haven't been through here since."

"We can head up Richards."

"No, I'm fine." She gripped his hand more tightly and stroked his arm. "Really, I am."

They continued quietly for another block and a bit. "Does your cycle always affect you like that?"

"Only when I'm sitting across from my dream lover and I start fantasising." She laughed. "Maybe we should take a taxi."

"There's one waiting just ahead."

"Kidding, Lorne, only kidding. But we could walk faster."

Shortly past 1915, she led him into her townhouse, and they paused for a long, gentle hug in the foyer. "How about a long hot shower first to wash away the walk and relax us?"

"You're the boss, you know what works. Remember, I'm the neophyte with this stuff."

"The world needs more neophytes like you." She slipped out of her shoes as they continued the hug. He followed her example, then with his toes, he peeled off his socks to add to the ante.

She dropped a hand to his butt and shook his firm cheek. "Come on, shower time." She led him up the stairs and along to her bedroom where she began undressing him, carefully laying his blazer, trousers and shirt over the back of the wing chair.

He again followed her example, and after he had finished, they stood examining each other and smiling. He stepped back to get a better view and sighed. "My dream. My fantasy, so recently impossible. Standing here in front of me. Wanting me. Wanting my baby."

Her three quick, long strides had them in a tangle of limbs and searching hands and lips. "Forget the shower for now," she panted as she began unwrapping. "We can do that after."

She pulled him to the bed, peeled back his foreskin and lowered herself onto him to churn and do shallow knee bends. He lasted less than a minute. When the throbbing had eased, she lay back, her butt on his hips, her back on the bed beside him as he still twitched. She stroked her belly. "That's better. I think I've been laying an egg."

"You think?"

"Yeah, sure seemed it. Feelings were too intense."

"Well, I've surely sent in a huge welcoming party. I thought I'd never stop coming." He reached down, pressed a hand on her mound and began slowly moving it as his other hand tweaked a nipple. "So what do men usually do after a quickie?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Well, very little. Nathan would lie there for a while relaxing, then depending on the time of day, either get up or roll over and go to sleep."

"Always?"

"In the beginning, he was better. He tried to last longer — tried to satisfy me — tried other things. He became increasingly frustrated and gradually stopped trying. His one or two-minute specials became the routine. No frills, no add-ons."

"He became frustrated? My God, what about you? What did he do about you? Surely not just leave you there?"

"You have no idea how common that is, Lorne." She pressed her hands onto his. "No idea. Many of us are left to paddle the canoe alone."

"Wow." He continued his slow hand motion, sending an occasional finger along to titillate. "Why did you stay?"

"You know... I guess I didn't realise how frustrated I was until I was with you a few days ago. Fuck, I love you." She reached down and cupped his scrotum. "Did we get all the fresh ones?"

"Must have. I think I turned my balls inside-out." He shifted his hips. "That feels so wonderful, your hand there." He slid a finger lightly across her clit again. She moved to it.

Twenty minutes later they still lay there, lightly pleasuring each other. "That should have given all the strong swimmers a chance." She ran a hand over her belly and laughed. "We don't want the slow swimmers, anyway. Shower?"

"That'll be nice," He looked around. "Tissue? Towel?"

"Forgot. Bit of a rush." She giggled.

"Sit up, spin around. I'll carry you. No sense risking messing the bedsheet."

They stood in the shower for a long time, washing, exploring and enjoying bodies, then they teasingly dried each other, and she finished by hanging a towel on the prominent peg he had erected.

He glanced down at it, pulled the towel off and led her to the bed. "I think we can both find more active uses for this."

They did. An hour and a quarter later, as she lay sprawled on top of him, recovering from another orgasm, she said, "Surely this is how it's meant to be, not a quick duo followed by a long, sad solo."

It was dark when he awoke, and it took him a while to realise he wasn't dreaming. He shifted gently in their cuddle to ease a kink, careful not to slip out, not to wake her. Wonder how long we've slept. Sky's dark... Moon's risen above the windows... Close to midnight? Past? He felt her stir, shift her hips and press, then sigh a low moan. He swelled inside her, and she moved more vigorously.

"You can wake me this way anytime you wish." She turned her head to kiss him. "I love this dream." She squeezed him more tightly. "Roll over. Let me ride my stallion again."

He rolled to his back. "We've slept a long while, any idea what time it is?"

"You've slept a long while, but you kept waking me."

"I snore? I didn't know. Sorry."

"Not snoring." She sighed. "Your erections. God, you rise frequently... So wonderfully... Inside... Popping... Oh God..." Deep moans filled the room as she trembled.

As she collapsed on him, he wrapped his arms around her. "My, that was a quickie."

She panted, "Three hours... Intermittent... Building... Oh, my God..." Her entire body trembled again, then she slowly melted into him.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep with my —"

"God, Lorne! You have no idea how silly that sounds to me."