He entered the lobby, nervous at what he was planning, but also eager to complete it successfully and see how she handled it. He ran a gloved hand over the frosted intercom panel, stopping and pressing one labeled "9 - Sanders" and cleared his throat.

"Yes?" It was the sound he'd fallen in love with - the voice of this woman he'd never met, but knew as intimately as he knew himself.

He immediately assumed the lazy Southern drawl he'd been practicing, covering his normally flat voice. "Phone company, miss. You a 'Ms. Sanders' who wants a second line installed?" "Oh, yes; you're early - the person at the office said this afternoon-" the disembodied voice replied.

"Well, yer lucky; my first call was supposed to be a repair job that'd take all morning, but they cancelled." He was having trouble not adding small things like "darling" or "my lovely lap-dancer".

"Good; the sooner I get the line installed, the sooner I can log-on and-" The rest of her plans were drowned out by a harsh metallic buzz. He grabbed his toolbox and reached to open the door, unable to suppress a grin at the irony of her statement. He breathed deeply as he mounted the half-flight of stairs, shaking his head to rid himself of any stage fright. He'd always worried about the wrong things before - surely this meant that all would go well? The hard part was getting his body to believe it.

He concentrated on projecting the image of an American phone technician on his first job of the day. A coil of cable was over his left shoulder, a large tool-case in his right hand and blue, insulated coveralls obscuring his body from neck to ankle. A hard hat covered his dark hair - 'she'd spot that right away after what she said upon getting my picture' he thought - and to complete the facade a worn, weathered clipboard in his left hand.

He stepped to the correct door, stuck his gloves in a pocket, placed his toolbox on the floor, and rapped on the door. To add to the illusion, he stood on his toes - adding to his apparent height. He also grabbed a pen from his chest pocket and started 'writing' on the clipboard held *just* in between the fish-eye and his face - right-handed to further lull his prey from detecting her "Grammar-Checker".

He was rewarded with a series of clicks and the door opened. "I'd like the plug near the table over there-" she said as she pointed back into the apartment, and gasped as the 'phone technician' dropped his things and hugged her, surprising her with a deep, passionate kiss. She felt the bristle of his moustache, myopically saw the small scar on his cheek, and stopped resisting. When they ran out of breath, they separated and she cried out his name with a child-like look of delight on her face. "What ARE you doing here?"

"Gee, what do you THINK, lover? We've both been champing at the bit to meet finally."

"How'd you do all this?"

"Simple - you mentioned that you were finally getting an ISP and extra phone line. I stayed at that motel just outside Geneva and waited to see a phone company van to go by - handy thing, you living in a small town. I was lucky enough for it to pull into a gas station on the way. When the driver went in to pay, I slipped up and took a peek at the work orders."

"But what if I'd have been the first client of the day, or if he hadn't stopped?"

"Just lucky I guess - there's only so much planning you can do. Anyway, happy birthday."

They kissed again. "Thank you; it's not 'til Wednesday, but I think this is a wonderful gift. One question remains - how could you even afford a plane ticket? You never got that work term in Kansas City!"

"Well, there's an interesting story that will explain my ability to be with the one I love...but that will wait for lunch; right now we've got some things to attend to." His mouth curled into a salacious, wolf-like grin - showing her what he'd meant every time he added "<sg>" to an email comment. He turned to grab his things in the hall and was rewarded with a slap on the buttocks.

"Hello?"

"Hmmm, looks better in person," she replied.

"Well, it's had some exercise since my last batch of photos - I was hoping to surprise you when you picked me up at the airport."

"But you called and said your school could only get work terms for six students with the government," the woman pressed.

"Yes, that was true, BUT this will wait 'til we're eating a meal." He dropped his tools and pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her again, his tongue lancing between her lips and sliding across her teeth to brush lightly against hers. She moaned, and massaged his shoulder blades, stroking up and down his back. He broke off, stood back to behold her in her comfy clothes of a sweat suit, and growled like a great cat. "You look even more beautiful than I'd hoped!"

"Liar; even you've gotta admit that my choice of clothing leaves something to be desired."

"On the contrary, your apparel is loose enough to let the imagination work away, yet tight enough to show off your lovely curves. You are inarguably the most gorgeous woman I've ever beheld," he spoke with absolute sincerity.

"Even?" she asked, worried of his response.

"Yes, even Angela. She was only a girl - she never lived long enough to mature into a woman. I admired her lithe, athletic form, and she had a cute face, but even my rose-tinted memories of her pale when gaze upon your lovely body."

"And you're okay?" she pressed, concerned.

His features softened from lust to appreciation. "Yes, and thank you for caring to ask. I still regret her death - the world became just slightly colder and impersonal when she passed away, but I don't feel pain when I think of our time together. I *certainly* don't blame myself anymore - just remember that you're doing all the driving when we're together!" he exclaimed with a grin creasing his features, dimples just barely forming beyond the ends of his moustache.

She smiled, relieved at his happiness. "Good, and now..." she let the last word linger seductively. He responded to this with a throaty bark, shot forward and gathered her up in his arms. He then proceeded to glance around in comical confusion.

"Um, this seemed like a good idea at the time - which way to your 'place d'amour'?"

She glanced pointedly in the correct direction and wrapped her arms around his neck. He whipped his head back, dislodging his hard hat. They proceeded swiftly into her boudoir. He dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed, looking up to admire the furnishing. "A genuine four-poster..." He stroked one of the ornate posts supporting the canopy above them.

"I found it at a rummage sale - it wasn't too expensive, and has been quite useful in the past," she purred, loosening her clothing and kicking off her slippers. He glanced back to her, his eyes raking possessively over her body as he shrugged out of his coveralls, clad only in a pair of tented jockey shorts.

"My, grandma what a big-" she intoned in a 'little girl voice', not much different from her normal mode of speech. "All the better to *love* you with, dearie," he retorted in the breaking half-screech of an elderly woman. He ripped off his boots and kicked free of his jump suit, and walked up to the bed. She started to pull off her top, but he stopped her. "Let me," he commanded, and started to stroke her belly, sliding his hands underneath the sweatshirt.

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "You sure you haven't studied massage?"

"Nothing specific, but I've learned what feels good. Oh, and remember - it's been seven years; I'm out of practice." He started to push the top upwards gradually as he continued kneading her flesh. "I'm sure you've got preferences, so feel free to let me know if I could do anything better."

"Ohhhh, I can't think of anything yet..."

He took another couple of minutes to bring the sweater up to her shoulders, avoiding her breasts the whole time. He then snapped her arms up, whipped off the article of clothing, and extricated her glasses from it, replacing them over her eyes. She held her breath, expectantly.

"Ahhhh - Beautiful," he breathed as his fingertips traced delicate patterns around the two globes in front of him.

"You're sure they're not too small for my body?" was the concerned question.

"Hardly, they're fantastic - remember the line from _Weird Science_? 'Anything more than a handful is wasted.'" His attentions were evoking some response from her body. He leaned down and ran the point of his outstretched tongue around the rim of her areola. She shivered and the nipple stiffened. He flicked across it, and proceeded to do the same with her other breast. His hands stroked their soft undersides, running up the sides to rest on them, thumbs over her now hard nubbins. His mouth slid down to kiss the valley between them and his digits started to rub circles over the tips of her breasts. She moaned, took his head in her hands, and pulled him up to her face.

Their lips met quickly, hungrily sucking each other's taste into their own mouths, their tongues attempting to fuse together. She withdrew to breathe, and he nibbled on her lower lip. He then eased up, and playfully licked the underside of her nose, between her nostrils. She cooed, and started to knead his chest in reply to his hands' ministrations. His nose nudged her glasses up onto her forehead and he kissed each closed eye. He lay on his side next to her and whispered in her ear, his hot breath distracting her from his meaningless words.

She rolled to face him, kissed his cheek and announced "You keep that up and I'm gonna have to get out the restraints!" He chuckled in reply to her standing joke of "two fun-filled weeks of being tied to my bed" that he had won. She slid down his body, kissing and massaging as she went, and eliciting contented sighs from her visitor. Eventually she reached the only clothing he was still wearing. She glanced up and asked, grinning "May I see the fruit of your loom?"

"What-" he stopped as he realized the gist of her request. He smiled and shrugged good-naturedly. She returned her attention to the task at hand, hooking her index fingers into his waistband and inching the shorts down. He was stimulated by the friction of the elastic on his member as it was slowly revealed, and gritted his teeth in anticipation. She tugged the underwear past the tip, and his cock sprang out, fully erect.

"Well, I guess you ARE happy to see me!" She gasped.

"Gee - I'm offended you even thought otherwise," he chided.

"Careful, man - you *are* in a compromising position!" She playfully tapped his head, and he flinched with excitement.

"Mental note: never upset a woman who has you by the short and curlies," he breathed as she began to inspect her new toy. He squirmed as she stroked his length and then ran a finger over his circumcised head. He gasped a warning to her "Careful with that thing - it's loaded and hasn't been 'fired in anger' in a long time!"

"Well, there's only one way of 'clearing the barrel', you know," she replied and continued to stroke him. He moaned and clenched the sheets in his hands. She massaged his balls with her free hand, evoking a shiver in his body. "I can't -" he hissed and came; his semen flying from his prick to land on his groin and her bare breasts and abdomen. "I...I'm...sorry," he gasped, visibly shaken.

"Don't worry, it was a long time coming, and I'm sure your gentlemanly nature won't leave a lady unsatisfied," she teased, twirling a finger in one pool of his cum on her chest. "Hmm, now what *can* we do in the meantime..." Her smile was suggestive and faintly cat-like.

He inhaled, turning it into a predatory snarl as he raised himself up and stalked across to her, lapping his jism from her breasts. She glanced down in surprise. His gaze met hers as he began to massage her nipples. "No, I've never done that before - it's a little bitter, but if it gives me a chance to suckle these lovely orbs..."

He stopped talking as he ran his tongue around her tit, decreasing the circles he made and stopped at the areola, clasping its tip between his lips. "Mmmmmmmmm" she groaned, and leaned back against the bedpost as his tongue tickled her entrapped nipple.

He cleaned her other breast, and then began to work down her belly, stroking her scar with his mouth - pausing only to murmur "beautiful". He shifted his weight back onto his knees, provoking a pair of loud clicks. Her eyes shot open. "Your knees-" she began.

He chuckled and silenced her with a kiss. "Relax - it sounds a LOT worse than it is - it doesn't hurt at all, in fact. It's just a very unsettling thing to hear, as I'm sure you'll agree!" She acquiesced, but her face still showed signs of concern.

"God, you really do care for me that much, don't you?" he asked with a look of admiration and wonderment.

"But of course, 'I'm offended you even thought otherwise'," she mimicked.

His arms encircled her and he hugged her tightly. "I love you, darling," he whispered in her ear. "And just to show you how much..." He resumed his ministrations to her lower torso, untying the cord of the sweatpants she began to loosen ten minutes and half a year ago. His hands massaged her hips, pushing the waistband of the pants slowly down. She grabbed the post behind her and raised her buttocks, permitting him to remove her last article of clothing. He paused and regarded her mound, entranced.

"You're not put-off by my c-section scar?" she asked with concern.

"Are you offended by my paunch?" He leaned back and puffed out his chest and belly. "It's not as bad as when I took my photo - gotten a lot of exercise - but it's FAR from a physique I used to have. Even so, I haven't heard any complaints..." he finished, as sly grin taking possession of his features.

"Well, now that you mention it -" she began. He laughed, and pulled her back towards him, kissing her deeply and passionately to quell any criticism.

"<gasp> No - I don't find it at all unattractive, love. It is part of what makes you YOU. How could I not love it?" he said, brushing a lock of hair from her forehead. "Besides," he continued, holding her as he lay back and rolled their bodies over on the bed, "it gives me a landmark to follow in the dark!" He demonstrated what he meant by running his tongue down the ridge to her bush, sliding off the bed. He paused and inhaled her musky scent, nuzzling her mound.

Grabbing a pillow, he raised her hips and adjusted the angle of her pelvis, resting her legs on his shoulders. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his lips a butterfly that alighted on her sensitive flesh every inch or so.

"You gonna mess around down there all morning or are you gonna DO something, lover? I got the Phone Company coming by this afternoon," she called in frustration.

"Just for that, I think I'll do a little more sight- seeing!" He felt fingers entwine themselves in his curls and pull his head into the vertex of her legs. He ran his tongue roughly across the length of her labia; it had the effect he sought.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh."

His lingual muscle traced around her labia, sampling the traces of moisture already there. After some coaxing by his mouth, her lower lips opened like the petals of a flower as they were engorged in blood, becoming warm to the touch. As his hands locked with hers, he plunged into her slit and stroked the silky insides with his taste buds. His efforts were awarded with a seeping of honey-like fluid, which he lapped up eagerly. Satiated, he shifted his attention to the apex of her cunt. Her 'third nipple' swelled as he flicked it with his tongue, causing her to shiver and squeeze his hands. Then he returned to her love nest, lancing his tongue deep within her depths. He began to fuck her orally, the bristles of his moustache brushing her clitoris with every stroke.

"Oooo...nnnn...nnnnggggggghhhhh" was his partner's only utterance. Taking this as encouragement, the man increased his pace, only to have his eyes bug out as he felt fingernails dig into the backs of his hands. Her hips lifted from the cushion, her back bridging - supported by her shoulders and her thighs on his shoulders. Her moans took a more urgent tone, and the flow of her honey increased. He continued his assault on her nether regions, and was rewarded with a cry of "NnnnnaaaaaAA-AA-AA-AA!" and a trickle of pearly essences over his mouth and chin.

He gradually eased his pace but did not stop as the woman above him shook and spasmed. As she came down from the plateau of her orgasm, he ceased his thrusting and started to clean her genitalia, carefully avoiding her clit. As he slid up alongside her, she panted and gasped to him "Thank...you...that...was..."

"As enjoyable for me as it obviously was for you," he interrupted, placing a finger on her lips to silence her. "You just relax and catch your breath." He cuddled in close to her, kissing her lightly. She kissed back and sucked her juices from his facial hair. "See, I *told* you I'd find sexual uses for that caterpillar of yours."

"YOU? Gee, so how did you plant the idea in my head - telepathy, or was I just too enraptured by your beauty to remember hearing you suggest things?" he asked jovially.

"Whatever," she replied, turning her back to him. "Hold me."

"Gladly." He slipped one arm underneath her biceps, and wrapped his other over her body to meet its mate on her chest. He tugged her tightly to him, luxuriating in her warmth. He tilted his head and kissed the nape of her neck, his hands slowly caressing her upper arms.

After a short pause, her breathing slowed and she apparently noticed his dick pressing insistently into the crack of her ass. "So, is your little friend ready for another round?"

"Oh, you could say he's up for the challenge!" he smiled as she playfully swatted his arm. She reached down behind her and shifted his penis down between her legs.

"Hold on, dear - Stubby's not dressed for the party yet."

"Didn't you hear? It's come as you are."

"Be that as it may, I know you've only been back on the Pill for a couple of weeks at most, and that's not long enough. So..." He rolled away from her, reached down to the floor, opened his tool box, and took a little foil wrapper from within. "I'd be a poor technician if I didn't bring appropriate safety gear with me!"

"Oh, yes, and do I get to see the rest of your tools?" she asked suggestively, propping herself up on her elbow.

"All in due course, my impetuous little lap-dancer," he answered, grinning at her curiosity.

"I seem to recall we were about to do something else..."

"Oh, all right," she complained insincerely, a smile creeping onto her face as he opened the package. "So, who gets to dress him up?"

"Flip you for it?"

"Sure; do you want to be flipped on your head or your tail?" she teased, laughing as he playfully punished her for the bad joke. "Enough - enough! I surrender - how about this? We both do it."

"Fair enough," he assented and drew the condom from the foil. He steadied himself, and with his free hand grasped the opposite end of the 'ring' as she placed it at the tip of his manhood. Together they rolled it down his length, with him shivering at every touch of her hand.

"Hmmm, it's a little tight on you."

"Yes, I would notice something like that, darling," he teased, "I'll confess that it's not 'as big around as a tuna can', but it IS 'longer than three inches'!"

"Yes, I can finally confirm that," she replied, encircling him with her hand. They stopped talking as he rolled her onto her back, replacing the pillow under her hips, taking the opportunity of stroking her buttocks as he did so. He kneeled between her thighs, cracking his joints again. She flinched.

"Sorry, but then it's better than farting, isn't it?" he exclaimed, trying to disarm the tension.

"Enough talk," she commanded and resumed her grip on his sheathed sword. She pulled him to the entrance of her cunt, and he leaned down, placing his hands on the bed at her sides. He shifted forward slightly and his head pressed its way into her.

"Ahhhhh...I'd almost forgotten how good that feels." "Oh, I hope you remember that it gets better," she hissed as she thrust her hips up to take him deeper inside her. He reciprocated, and their groins met as they both exhaled loudly. He began a slow, steady stroke, but was coaxed into a faster, harder rhythm.

"My! Don't we heat up quickly?" he commented.

"Remember that it's been a while for me as well - I've been saving myself for you."

"Tsk...tsk...tsk," he replied in time with his thrusts, "we'll...have...to...remedy...that...won't...we?" He moistened his thumb and reached down to massage her rosebud. She sighed and pulled him down to her, their mouths locking in an embrace as carnal as that of their lower bodies.

She stopped kissing and sucked his lower lip between her teeth, pressing harder and harder as she approached her climax. He managed to pull free of her painful grasp as she opened her mouth to gasp as the orgasm rolled over her. When she relaxed, he stopped stroking, rolled them over with her on top, and started to buck her body up as he resumed his activity.

She sat up on his hips, taking his lead and riding his prick. After a while, he withdrew from her vaginal embrace and slid out from under her. He shifted around behind her, raising her up onto her knees, and entered her pussy from the rear. She braced her shoulders into the bed, and grasped the headboard as she met his every thrust. She raised her head and asked, "You're still not ready...to..."

"I guess it's my gentlemanly restraint coming back to me!" He growled, voice belying his words.

"Ahhhhhhh-but don't you mean 'NOT coming'?"

"Keep that up love, and I'll leave right now!" Again contradictory to his speech, his hand started to massage her mound, the pinkie finger running over her clit.

"Oh, don't leave! Keep doing that! Mmmmmmmm..."

"Whatever...you...ask..." he rejoined, his breath coming in gulps as his arousal increased. Their gentle shifting accelerated into a heavy pace and they fucked with abandon as they felt their passions rise to that pleasurable summit. A sheen of perspiration glazed his face as he grabbed her hips in an attempt to drive his cock even deeper into her cunt. Her hands gripped the rungs of the antique headboard so tightly they squeaked as she shifted to fuck him back as strongly as he was doing her. Her face and breasts flushed, and she stiffened with rapture, her vaginal muscles clasping his cock and pushing him past the brink. He continued to pump into her as he came, roaring with pleasure. As their orgasms faded, they collapsed onto the bed. He rolled off of her back and lay gasping his eyes squeezed shut. She shifted, sat up and took him in her hand.

"Thank you, sweet prince," she breathed and kissed the latex-clad head of his cock. His entire body flinched, and his hand grasped her wrist. "*Please* don't do that - I'm really too sensitive right now, even the contact of the condom is nearly painful."

"Well, let's get your little man out of his confining suit then," she replied and slipped the rubber from his manhood, making him shake on the bed. "There, all done!" she exclaimed proudly as she lay down to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you - that was wonderful."

"Oh, the pleasure wasn't solely yours and I'm sure the credit doesn't rest on my shoulders alone, my darling beauty," he responded and kissed her hair. He appeared to remember something and shifted slightly toward the edge of the bed.

"Um, miss - I don't think we've been formally introduced." He raised his hand up to shake hers palm-up as its mate disappeared off the bed. "Mikel Torsson, my dear lady." She grasped his hand and answered "Nadine Sanders," and sighed with amusement as he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. Her sigh became a gasp as his left hand returned to sight and placed the crimson flower in her captured hand. "I always said I'd felt bad about that 'email rose' being so insubstantial, so..."

"Oh, Mikel - I LOVE you!" she cried out as she hugged him.

"Ow! Yep, should've taken those thorns out," he exclaimed as his arms resumed their comfortable embrace of her warm body.

"I love you too, Nadine - as much as it is humanly possible, and possibly even a little more. I will happily be whatever you wish - a friend, a lover, a servant, anything - I'll be it. I AM YOURS FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT...I can only hope that it will be a long, long time," he finished, tears welling up in his eyes. She kissed his chest, and pulled his body into hers even more tightly, sniffing slightly.

They lay like that for a time, naked as the dawn, and held each other as the afterglow of their passion made them drowsy. He recognized it for what it was, pulled her head back, and kissed a trail from her forehead, down her nose and onto her lips. "Darling, as much as I would be the happiest man it the world just to lie here and hold you for the rest of time, we have a lunch date and I don't think we'll pass the dress code like this. Does your plumbing give you enough hot water for two showers, or must we share...feel free to lie if you can't bear to be away from my body from that long." His mouth curled up into an immoral grin. He fully expected the slap when it came, but not where it was aimed.

"Ooo - aren't we prideful all-of-a-sudden; you make a girl come a few times an already you're puffed up like a peacock! But sadly, I've got plenty of hot water. To make matters worse, the stall is a little small..."

"Oh, well - I guess my ego will have to take the separation," he said, releasing her and sitting up. "I gotta dash down to the car anyway and grab some proper clothes - you go first. Can I at least wash your back for you?"

"Done, and I'll hold you to that."

"Aw, I'd rather be held to your front," he joked as he stood to pull the jumpsuit over his naked form.

"Ugh, I hope you catch some hairs in the zipper!"

"Ooo, thanks for the reminder!" Mikel exclaimed as he shrugged his shoulders into the coveralls. He moved one hand over his patch of brown hair at the juncture of his legs before the other hand pulled the zipper up. He bent down to kiss Nadine again and whisper "Better get up and get in there - if you're not in the shower when I return, I won't be able to help you..."

"Mmmmmm, do I have to?"

"YES. Now, up!" He grasped her arms and tugged her to a sitting position. He snaked his tongue over the side of her neck. She kissed his cheek and moved her arms to encircle him. He removed himself from her embrace and said, "I'm sorry for kissing-and-running, but it looks like I'll have to tease you into the shower. I promise that you'll get more when I get back, if..." and grinned as he stepped back. He was rewarded with his lover stretching and sliding off the bed. When he turned to leave the bedroom, he stopped. "Um, Nadine darling? Something just occurred to me - how will I get back into the apartment?"

Mikel heard her moving around behind him - and she slipped a key over his shoulder, which he easily caught. She then pressed into his back and hugged him. "Hurry back, my man."

"I promise, and you've seen that I keep my word." Nadine hands slipped away with a sigh, and she stepped towards the bathroom.

He returned to the front door, and a shock jolted through his gut - the door was ajar! He quickly scanned the room, and saw no one. He'd only been through here once, though, and had been too distracted to take an inventory of the items here; he had no way of knowing if someone had burglarized the place while Nadine and he were 'busy'...

He pulled the door open and heaved it shut behind him - breathing a sigh of relief as he heard a click. He was about to start off for the outside and the parking lot, but something on the floor attracted his attention.

The coil of wire and clipboard he'd used as props to complete his surprise were sitting next to Nadine's door, piled neatly. Mikel thought back, and remembered dropping the clipboard and spilling the coil off his left shoulder when he hugged and kissed his beloved, so the wire should be in a messy pile ON TOP of the board. Someone must've been here, and cleaned up behind him! As he grabbed these things to return them to the car, he noticed his benefactor had written something on the blank sheet of paper he'd stuck under the clip - "Good luck Pal!" Mikel carried his props out with a broad grin on his face - there'd be nothing missing from Nadine's apartment.