Artisan Sex

Artisan Sex

Julia stood with her hands on her hips and smiled. She'd finally got her place in the countryside. Ok, it wasn't chocolate box material but it would do just fine thank you very much. A modest 60's semi, but location really is everything she had decided; besides there was plenty for her to do to make it her own country idyll. All she could see from her small front garden was fields of barley waiting patiently to be harvested.

It turned out the adjacent property was rented out on a week by week basis by the owners and she was looking forward to meeting all kinds of different occupants - even if it was only briefly. She was just sad that Frank hadn't lived long enough to see their shared dream to fruition.

She walked back inside and stared at the large empty space where a kitchen table should stand. That would need to be addressed at the earliest possible opportunity she thought. Julia chuckled as she realised there was no time like the present - it wasn't like she now how a full diary with her recent early retirement from full time work. She picked up a well thumbed directory that the previous owners had thoughtfully left behind. Searching through the pages of carpenters she wondered how on earth she was going to decide. Being new to the area she didn't know anyone she could ask for a recommendation...

One company's advertisement did catch her eye though; or rather it surprised her by its simplicity;

Tim's Wooden Wonders.

Artisan Woodworker, 30 years experience, quality not quantity and the job takes as long as it takes until you are satisfied. Phone or pop in for a chat.

Julia was taken by the no nonsense honest approach and she picked up the phone. A polite, young sounding man answered and over the course of the next 10 minutes or so she described her ideas and hopes relating to a bespoke made kitchen table. He sounded confident that she had phoned the right company and they left it that Julia would pop over to the workshop with her drawings and measurements the next day.

That evening Julia looked up the address using the postcode. That can't be right she thought - the workshop was actually just a few short miles to the west. She jotted down a few directions and went to bed content.

The next morning was so sunny and warm Julia decided she would cycle to the workshop. If she used the back lanes she'd be there in no time. It turned out the company used some space out the back of a farm. No wonder she had been thrown by the location she thought.

As she cycled, her summer dress billowing up in the breeze she pictured her new unique kitchen table, made by a local company in the local style. Julia hadn't figured on the steady climb to the farm though and by the time she cycled up to the large open door of the workshop she was positively glowing. She leant her bike up against the building and wandered inside.

"Hello?" she called. As she was scanning the large space inhaling the wonderful smell of fresh wood shavings she saw a pair of boots descending a wonderful wooden spiral staircase to the rear. A man soon appeared and walked towards her with a friendly smile.

"You must be Julia," he said extending a hand to her. Julia quickly rubbed her sweaty palm on the front of her dress and took his hand.

"Ah, warm hands, warm heart," he said.

Somewhat taken off guard by this handsome young man she quickly said; "Is the boss around?"

"It's just me I'm afraid," he answered.

"Oh, I thought I read 30 years experience in the advertisement," she said thinking he was far too young to be the main proprietor.

Yup, that's it," he said before adding; "I've been working wood here since I was three. See that milking stool over there? That was the first thing I ever made under my fathers watchful eye."

"Goodness," she replied. She then held out her folder of sketches and sample photos.

"Ah, excellent," he said, "it's always great when a customer knows what they actually want. Please come upstairs to my office."

Julia followed him up the staircase. She emerged into a large open plan living space instead of a 'regular' office. She observed a double bed, a sofa and even an open bathroom area.

"Do you live here?" she enquired.

"Yes, it cuts down on my carbon emissions and I like the commute," he joked.

He saw her looking at the rather exposed toilet.

"Ah yes, still one of those jobs on the 'to do' list - it's only me here so privacy isn't a priority, at the moment at least.

They spent the next 20 minutes making a plan for the table. Tim tweaked a few details but overall he was impressed and said she had an eye for detail and he was looking forward to making a start - as soon as he could fit it in. Julia got up from the sofa somewhat reluctantly - she realised she felt very comfortable in Tim's company, especially as their bodies were touching slightly.

"Well, very pleased to meet you Julia. I'm very much hoping you'll pop back as often as you like to check on progress," said Tim.

Julia replied she'd like that very much and reached for the stairs handrail.

"Your husband is a very lucky man by the way."

Julia froze and turned around to face him, now with her hands on her hips.

"I beg your pardon," she said a little too forcefully.

"I'm sorry - I was just trying to pay you a compliment."

"Look, I've given you a deposit" she said, "there is now no need for the flannel."

"It's not flannel, I can assure you," he replied coolly, "I'm old fashioned - I thought it was ok to flirt with someone you fancied."

Julia stumbled with her words. "But, but, I'm old enough to be your mother and then some."

"Makes no difference if you're 25 or 82, a beautiful woman inside and out is just that."

She looked at him intently and quickly realised he was almost certainly telling the truth,

"But my bicycle has a wicker basket on the front," she said trying to compute the situation.

"Same reply," he said smiling; "makes no difference whatsoever."

Julia couldn't quite take in what he was saying - she was now more convinced than ever he did indeed genuinely fancy her, and she was accepting the feeling was mutual. Julia got herself together and held out her hand, not knowing quite what else to do.

"Well, thank you very much," she said. Tim gave her a lovely smile as he gently squeezed her hand.

Outside, Julia paused by her bicycle. Why on earth shouldn't she? A little voice on her shoulder whispered in her ear. A second later the same voice said 'and you've got nice knickers on today'. Julia took a deep breath and walked back inside.

"Back so soon?" he teased walking towards her. "I'm afraid I haven't made much progress yet."

Julia waited until he was standing right in front of her. "I'm very single," she said quietly.

"Well, I'm a little sorry that you don't have a partner in your life, but not too sorry."

"What happens now?" she asked feeling like she was 14 again.

"What I'd really like to do," he said, "is lift your pretty dress and press my face between your perfect bottom cheeks."

Julia was still trying to process this strange admission when he spoke again; "But, I think we should do this the proper way don't you?"

She shrugged her shoulders at him.

"You know, take it really slowly, and tease everything out of it," he said.

Julia could feel herself flushing and she knew she was getting aroused.

"I shall be guided by you," she said with some trepidation.

"Excellent, so in that case, will you go out with me?"

"Err, where too?" she replied innocently.

"No, I mean will you be my girlfriend, go out with me?"

"Oh."

"Please just think about it," he added quickly.

"I've thought about it," she said, before adding; "I'd be delighted to be your girlfriend Tim."

"In that case, could I kiss you?"

The year is 2068

Oz looked around the capsule at his fellow passengers. It was the usual motley crew of downtrodden misfits, and he included himself in that description. Some he knew by name, some were total strangers. They were all male of course - the gender segregation law now 4 years old. The new order had deemed the gene pool so tainted in the 2020's it had separated the sexes for the lower classes. This, they said was 'for the good of the human race'.

One young lad he didn't recognise caught his eye. Oz reckoned by the glint in his eye and barely suppressed grin it was probably his first visit to the clinic. He remembered how excited he used to be in the early days. Now it was just a way to kill an hour or so on his day off.

The capsule came to a halt at the building and they made their way out in turn. Thankfully there wasn't much of a queue and he was soon next in line to be served.

"Programmer number 4," the speaker screeched.

Oz stepped into the cubical to see an ancient heavily set old man with white hair sat smiling up at him. Oz reckoned the man must have been 60 if a day; it wasn't the norm to encounter really old people these days.

"Morning Son," the old man said. Oz smiled and sat down opposite him.

"Hello," Oz said before handing over his file stick. The old man then plugged it into his computer.

"Ok, what can we do for you today?" he asked.

"Well," Oz started, "I was hoping you might be able to suggest something."

Oz could see the man now scrolling though his previous history.

"Ah yes, you do seem to have been busy over the years," he said with raised eyebrows.

"There must be something new by now surely?" Oz enquired hopefully.

"Sorry, no. What about the female prison story again, I see you've done that one 6 times."

"No," Oz replied firmly, "I think I've done that one to death."

"Well then, I'm afraid I'm at a loss to help you."

Oz wondered if today was the day he would be returning back to the factory accommodation 'unfulfilled'.

"Unless," the old man said looking at Oz over the top of his glasses.

"Yes?" Oz replied - his interest returning.

"We do still have our archive section. You're far too young to remember the early years of this service, it could be of interest?"

"To be honest," Oz said, "I'll try anything new."

"Ok, may I suggest Artisan Sex, it is set over 6 sessions but you don't actually participate in the story, is that going to be a problem?"

Oz was still processing the multiple parts to the story, "six sessions on the same story?" he asked.

"Yes," the programmer replied.

"It must be super hot then."

"You could say that," the old man replied with a smile.

"Ok go for it," Oz said handing over his payment chip. A few moments later the old man spoke; "Right you're all booked in for the first part, in room number 9."

Oz got up. "Thanks for this; I'm actually really looking forward to it."

"I'm sure you'll enjoy it, once you dial into the pace of the storyline."

Oz entered the dimly lit room (there were some things you didn't want to look at too closely) undressed and got himself comfortable on the recliner. The thin anal probe was comfortably in place and the penis cuff was securely fastened. He swung down the headset, reached over and pressed play...

Tim stepped closer to her and held her hips. Julia looked into his big brown eyes and melted.

Julia had no idea how long they'd been kissing for, what she did know was she hadn't kissed anyone like that for at least forty years. Eventually she felt his hands move to cup her bottom. This action pulled her closer to him and it was then she felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection on her thigh.

Julia willed him to do something else - anything. She realised she wouldn't have denied him anything at that moment. Suddenly Tim broke the kiss.

"Wow Julia," he said, still inches from her face, "That was everything I dreamed it would be and then some."

Julia stared lovingly and expectantly back at him. Just then she was aware of an annoying background sound that just wouldn't go away.

"Sorry, I'd better get that," Tim said letting go of her bottom.

Julia watched as he grabbed the phone and sat back down on the sofa.

"Yes, it's coming along nicely," she heard him say to the caller. She stood there for what seemed an embarrassingly long time before she mimed to him 'see you'.

Julia sat astride her bike and chuckled to herself. The quicker she could cycle back to her house the sooner she could lay naked on her bed...

Oz sat there in a state of total confusion. He knew full well the program had finished by the blank screen on the head set. He couldn't accept anyone would leave the story at that point. Slowly he detached himself from the apparatus and started getting dressed. He laughed as he struggled to get his erection back into his pants - that was definitely a new experience he thought. He walked back into the foyer - he wanted to see the old man, he had at least 20 questions to ask...

Julia got back home in record time; she thanked her lucky stars most of it was downhill. What a morning she said to herself. She locked the front door and fed Charlie - she didn't want him jumping on the bed wanting her attention.

She made her way upstairs and smiled as she entered her bedroom, she loved this room - especially now they were in the middle of summer and sun filled the space. Julia knew the best sex she had ever had always occurred during the light of the day - more so on a hot day. This also applied to her 'solo' play. Julia quickly shed her dress and lay back on her eiderdown in her underwear.

She resisted putting her hand straight into her damp knickers. She hoped Tim would be finding a few moments to relieve his hard cock. Julia's breasts were fairly small, but that didn't mean they weren't sensitive. She stroked over them and the rest of her body trying to pretend they were Tim's hands on her. Oh, how she wished he was laying there beside her naked, his cock bouncing off of her thigh, impatient to be inside her.

Julia lay there coming down from her orgasm. She replayed their conversation from earlier; what had he meant when he'd said he wanted to put his face to her bottom? The more she thought about it the more confused (and interested) she became.

It was exactly a week later that Julia made her way back to the workshop. She had picked another floral sundress - this one, she was sure Tim would like, it finished just above her knees and showed off her slender legs.

"Hey you," he called as she walked in.

"Hey," she replied. Julia was delighted when Tim walked straight up to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the lips - it hadn't all been a dream she thought.

He broke away and took her hand, "come and see," he said excitedly.

Tim led her out of the back door and into a small enclosed yard. She noticed stacks of different flavours of wood, some of them out into open, some of them covered.

Tim pulled a tarp from a stack in front of her. "Julia, meet your new table."

She laughed as she saw a stack of totally un-worked planks and posts.

"Wow, you have been busy," she said sarcastically.

"Hey, you can't rush these things," he said smiling, "besides, what if you run off with a younger man as soon as your table is finished?"

She let him stare at her for an age - she certainly didn't feel uncomfortable though, she wondered what was going through his mind.

"I've missed you," he eventually said and pulled her close, "and I love the dress."

"I thought you might." Julia reached up and stroked his clean shaven chin.

"What do we do this time boss?" she said with a coy smile.

Tim suddenly spun her around and pushed her up against the stack of wood. She then felt his hands on her bottom.

"You know what I'd like to do," he said quietly into her ear.

"Then why don't you do it?" she replied.

Tim made an exasperated sigh and turned her to face him, "because you're not ready - yet."

Julia was about to reply but he closed his lips over her mouth. They kissed there in the sun for a good 5 minutes solid before she felt his hand stroking up her thigh. She pushed her tongue into his mouth in an attempt to encourage him to do the right thing. When his hand remained on her upper thigh she broke the kiss.

"Please Tim," she said.

Tim smiled at her and his hand finally snaked up inside her dress. Julia held onto his shoulders for support. He started gently kissing her neck at the same time as smoothing a hand over the soft material of her knickers. Julia couldn't remember ever feeling more aroused at any other point in time. Tim started pushing the material into her sex. She had thought her underwear couldn't get any wetter - she was wrong.

"Don't stop," she said in a mild panic.

"Trust me," he replied.

Finally she felt his fingers at the waistband. He deftly pushed down inside and cupped her pussy. Julia cried out into his shoulder.

"You're so wet - I love that," he whispered. Julia just nodded. One and then two fingers pushed inside her...

Oz snapped out of his daydream and scanned the capsule. He chuckled as he took in the happy faces of his fellow passengers. It was always the same - the return journey from the clinic was always fun. It was like everyone was high on drugs. There was also lots of chatting, everyone was swapping stories and experiences, the idea to shock and entertain the driving factor.

"How did you get on mate?" a familiar face asked.

Oz smiled, "real good thanks," he replied.

"How many times did you come?" the man continued.

"I didn't," Oz replied truthfully.

"What? Don't tell me you had a faulty cuff? You know you can get credited for that."

"No the cuff wasn't faulty," Oz replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry mate."

Oz had a pretty good idea what the man was now thinking; a mans sexual health had declined so much over the preceding 30 years, it wasn't unusual to be impotent by the time you reached your 30's. Any chemical 'assistance' was strictly forbidden (and tested for). The authorities were very happy with this state of affairs, the clinic being the only option for many people, and this was limited to one visit a week.

"Honestly, I'm fine thanks," Oz replied.

For the next week Oz replayed the story so far over and over again in his mind. He couldn't understand how restrained Tim was; he could have had Julia there and then - she clearly wanted him. If only he had removed her knickers, if only he had pulled her dress up, if only, if only...

Julia raced home again, a plan forming in her mind. She was also revelling in the sensation of riding the leather saddle of her bicycle naked under her dress. She laughed out loud into the wind as she pictured Tim finding her sodden knickers hanging over his drill stand. Julia didn't head upstairs but instead went into the front room with a pen and notepad. Love letters - that is what young couples used to do to get off she thought.

Dear Tim,

I haven't written a love letter since I was at school so please excuse me if I'm a little rusty. I was also taught honesty is best policy; I think about you constantly. I wonder what you are doing at any precise moment. Maybe you're working up a sweat working a piece of wood with your strong hands, or taking a shower (don't on my account) or perhaps you're lying back on your bed thinking of getting between my bottom cheeks (I still don't get that). I so look forward to our 'meetings', you've already taken 20 years off of me and for that I am eternally grateful. I shall continue to be guided by you for as long as you desire. Yours (or until a younger model turns up)

Julia. XXX

The following Monday dawned grey and damp. Julia looked out of her kitchen window at the fine rain. It wasn't supposed to be like this she thought. She wanted to be getting sweaty (and aroused) in the summer heat again. Reluctantly she zipped up her Barbour jacket and tucked her shoulder length hair under a cap before grabbing her car keys.

Tim welcomed her with his usual beaming smile. "I thought you might not come."

"Are you joking? Didn't you get my letter, you crazy man."

"Yes, thank you for that - it was a lovely surprise. I shall always cherish it," he replied.

"There are plenty more where they came from," Julie said laughing.

"Do you want to see the table?" he asked.

"Well, I suppose I'd better," she joked. Tim showed her one of the four legs.

"These are all finished," he said stroking over the smooth wood, "I could have done most of them on the machine, but I wanted to do it all by hand. I want you to think of me every time you walk past it or sit at it.

"Please don't break my heart Tim," Julia suddenly blurted out, before adding; "or at least try and let me down slowly."

"Do you want to come upstairs?" he said. Julia nodded.

As they climbed the staircase Julia asked Tim when he thought the table would be finished.

"Oh, another couple of weeks should do it," he replied. Once she reached the top step she stood still, looking at him. "Can I ask you about the elephant in the room question?"

"I think I can guess," he said smiling at her as she twisted her hair. "Ok, but please don't judge me too harshly - I am not alone in my thoughts and desires."

"Err, ok," she replied.

Tim began; "I don't know about a woman obviously but when a man is consumed with lust for his partner - he wants instant gratification. Not for himself (if he's a gentleman) but for her.

"Ok, I get that."

"Right, well, the best way of doing this is your bottom."

"Go on," Julia said squirming slightly as she wondered where this was going.

"So, male and female sex organs take time to activate - to become sensitive; especially the females. Now, and I'm sorry if this comes as a surprise but the anus is always sensitive." He let that statement sink in for a while. "I know what you're probably thinking - that's disgusting."

"I'm not actually," she replied honestly.

"Swiping a tongue over the most sensitive of areas is hugely gratifying for both parties."

"And then what?" she asked somewhat nervously.

"That depends on the signals the man gets back. Sometimes the woman might be so taken aback you sense there is no point in pursuing that line of enquiry, so to speak. However, most of the time, very soon the woman will start pushing back onto your face; her tight hole will relax and I can enter her with my tongue."

"You've made me wet Tim."

"Excellent, but you see I've already missed my chance, for maximum effect anyway..."

Oz was first out of the capsule. He scanned the central hub for any sign of the old man. Today was the final instalment of the story, and he wanted to thank Tim personally for a very memorable few weeks. He eventually gave up and sat down in front of a middle aged programmer.

"Where's the old timer today?" Oz asked cheerfully.

The programmer studied Oz for a few seconds and then drew a finger slowly across his neck.

"Surely not," Oz said suddenly feeling himself getting emotional.

"It was his time; he'd already had one reprieve."

Oz looked around the foyer and could feel his eyes glassing over. Suddenly the programmer spoke again.

"Are you Oz? Oz 1178?"

"I am," Oz replied quickly trying to get himself together. Oz then watched the programmer get up and wander over to his supervisor. He could see them deep in conversation about something, all the time looking over at him. Oz eventually saw the supervisor nod. Oz observed the programmer then go to a steel cabinet and retrieve a plastic box. He returned to his desk carrying it.

"Here," he said, "Tim wanted you to have this apparently."

"Tim?" Oz said feeling the hairs on his neck prickling.

"Yes, Tim had been with the service almost from the start," the programmer explained, "he even wrote some of the early stories." He waited a second for this to sink in before he asked; "so are you ready for the last part of the story?" Oz slowly got to his feet with the box grasped tightly to him.

"No thanks, I'm going to go old school for the last part," he replied.

With that Oz walked over to the waiting area for an hour of contemplation whilst he waited for the transport to take him 'home'. He desperately wanted to open the box, but he decided he would wait until he was back in his own bunk.

Julia had just finished applying a pink lip gloss when she heard the pick-up truck. She skipped out into the morning sun feeling like a teenager again. She spied her table carefully strapped down in the pick up's bed.

"Hey," Tim said climbing out of the driver's seat. Julia then saw another man getting out of the passenger side.

"Don't worry," Tim whispered in her ear, "Terry here is going to take the pick-up back to the workshop for me."

"Oh, I can drive you back," Julia said.

"I was hoping for a ride on your crossbar." Tim joked.

It took a good half hour before the table was safely rested in its final position; they had both overlooked the small front door to the house...

"Thanks Terry, I owe you one," Tim said as he saw his friend jump into the driver's seat and then drive off up the lane. They both walked back into the house and Julia sat up on the table top and gave Tim her best doe eyes. He stepped closer to her with a serious look on his face. She closed her eyes as she saw him dip in for a kiss. Quick as a flash though, Julia found herself lying flat on her front over the table.

"Oh, my," she said as she felt her knickers being roughly pulled down and off. As soon as she felt Tim's tongue make contact with her she cried out. She was delighted by the noises coming from Tim, she was sure he was enjoying it as much as she was. She felt so exposed with her bottom cheeks being held apart by his big hands - but she knew instantly it was going to be her new favourite 'thing'. Tim then moved a hand up her thigh at the same time.

"Yes Tim!" she said loudly. Tim found her clit and gave it the lightest of rubs.

"Don't you dare think you are going to tease me Timothy," she said in a motherly tone.

Tim didn't reply - he just kept his tongue firmly pressed up against her tight rear bud. Julia smiled like the cat that had got the cream and kissed the top of the table repeatedly. She could have stayed there all morning quite happily but she soon felt herself being pulled upright. Tim surprised her again by sweeping her up into his arms - her 8 stone weight clearly nothing for him.

"To the bedroom," Tim said with a smile. He scaled the staircase without breaking eye contact with her. In her bedroom he gently deposited her back onto the bed. Julia watched as he stepped back and swiftly removed his polo shirt.

Her fingers drummed the bed top as she saw him then unbuttoning the fly on his jeans.

"Oh Tim," she said as he pushed them down together with his underwear. His shaft was so hard it bounced off of his belly. It was his large balls though that drew her attention the most.

"Good god Tim, when was the last time you, you know..."

"I wanted to save it for you," he said looking slightly sheepish.

"You are indeed a strange creature," she said shaking her head slightly as if to tell him off. She then scooted off of the bed and knelt before him. Resting her hands on his knees she pressed her face to him and she heard him sigh at her touch. Julia revelled in the aroma of an aroused, hard working man - her man. She planted kisses all up the length of his cock.

"Don't you dare think you are going to tease me Julia Hawksbridge," he said sternly.

"Would I?" she replied before gently pulling his foreskin back and swirling her tongue under the head. Tim was larger than her late husband - and she also couldn't remember Frank's manhood ever being this angry looking. She then remembered she was the reason for its current state and quickly took it into her mouth.

"Oh, Julia," he said watching her closely. She felt her hair being swept into a bunch behind her head, presumably to give him a better view. Julia felt deliciously naughty right then and started to work his cock hard. She reached up a hand to grasp his shaft, but it was quickly brushed away.

"Really no need," Tim said, clearly close to bursting point.

"Have we got all day?" Julia said softly as she stopped sucking for a brief moment. Tim nodded, so she moved back and unbuttoned her dress. Tim looked on with lust and held his cock tight, very slowly pumping it as he watched her. Julia, naked now, sat back on the bed. "Well, I shall be guided by you then lover."

Tim stepped closer and began wanking his cock faster. Julia watched his face contort as he rapidly approached his orgasm.

"Do it Tim," she said, "all over me." She saw him grimace and nod. His hand was just a blur now and he then suddenly cried out. The first spurt hit her with such force it actually splashed back off of her neck and landed on her thighs. Spurt after spurt then covered her breasts and tummy and he staggered slightly as he squeezed the last few drops from his still hard cock. Eventually he spoke.

"Sorry," he said looking at her sticky body.

"Come here silly," she replied and pulled him on top of her. The musky aroma of his cum filled the room, but that only heightened Julia's arousal. They lay there for a minute - now both covered in his ejaculate. She looked down at his semi hard cock and saw it twitch against her thigh. She got up and swung a leg over Tim's head. He immediately pulled her down onto his face, Julia groaned into his groin with pleasure. After composing herself, she gently played her tongue around Tim's cock; soon it was growing and pulsing impatiently again.

The desire to finally have Tim inside her body overcame her and she quickly got up and spun around. She saw Tim's face covered in her arousal and she kissed him hard - tasting herself for the very first time. They both then looked down as Tim guided his cock to her pussy lips. As soon as Julia felt his cock part her lips she fell onto his chest close to tears. In one steady thrust Tim filled her completely. They both held each other tight for a good minute absorbing the pressure of their union.

"I love you," Julia said looking deep into his eyes. Tim then began to slowly fuck her. Even though she was on top it was he who was pushing her down onto him. It had been so long since she'd been intimate with a man she felt like she was starting from scratch all over again.

After a steady 5 minutes Tim stopped and guided her off his body. Julia looked at his cock - slick with her juice. She had the overwhelming urge to taste herself again and quickly took him into her mouth. Tim marvelled at the sight of this wonderful woman pleasuring him again and when she eventually came up for air she looked to him to be the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.

"Come on," he said getting up and holding out a hand. She giggled as she knew where they were going. Julia beat him to the door and ran down the stairs two at a time. By the time Tim walked into the kitchen she was already spread over the table grinning at him.

"Don't think you need to be gentle," she said opening her legs wider. Tim stepped behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her crease.

"Do it Tim, please fuck me." As soon as the last word left her lips he thrust straight in.

"YES!" she shouted, not caring if there was someone next door or not. Tim quickly started pumping her hard. Her feet occasionally left the floor as he forcefully built up his pace.

"I'm going to come inside you," he gasped. Julia just nodded keenly. A minute later he pushed in one last time and held her hips firm. Julia clenched her muscles tight hoping to milk him totally inside her body. After a long pause Tim raised himself off of her back and slowly withdrew. A steady flow of more pent up cum ran down her thighs.

"Better?" she said now looking at the growing puddle around her feet.

"Much," he replied holding her tight. He then whispered in her ear;

"I love you too by the way."

Oz lay there getting his breath back. He couldn't remember ever coming harder - cock cuff, anal probe or not. He put the script down by his side and closed his eyes. He knew he was also in love with Julia, and safe in the knowledge there was another 7 scripts in the box, he knew he would not be returning to the clinic any time soon.

The End