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Encounter
Dr. Edward (Dreg) Gresham looked up from his newspaper as the sound of a key in the Yale lock heralded the arrival of one of the friends with whom he shared a very comfortable and spacious detached house in a leafy street in West London, belonging to Sir Henry and Lady Antonia Gresham. He could visualise the scene all to easily, without the need to stir himself from his comfortable position, stretched out on the leather sofa in the sun-filled lounge, surrounded by décor that was soft and pleasing on the eye and furnishings that achieved both elegance and functionality. He heard the shoulder-bag hit the parquet floor with a dull thud and the sound of a coat being hung up on the rack. He could see the exhausted expression on the face of Tamsin Tierney (a 28-year old girl who was gradually being worn to a frazzle playing her part in keeping aircraft apart in the skies over the Home Counties). She had made a powerful impression upon taking up residence by announcing that she would personally re-structure the delicate anatomy of anyone with notions of using any nickname suggesting the remotest link to motorcycle races in the Isle of Man or Country and Western singers from Tennessee (and this without the comfort of anæsthesia for the victim!) A suitable compromise had been reached when Edward had threatened to take over the running of West Drayton Air Traffic Control Centre for a shift unless she conceded on the anæsthetic. Reluctantly, and extremely uncustomarily, Tamsin had yielded and was known, thereafter, as Miss Sin (or Sin, for short) to her housemates.
She had been living in the Greshams' London property for nearly two years, in the company of Henrietta (Harry) Carpenter and Stephen (Sprog) Warner, both of whom held seriously classified positions at the Ministry of Defence and were currently battling the elements and midges on the Knoydart Estate, in Western Scotland. The relationship between the four residents had been very comfortable and even the personal storms that had followed major social upheavals in Edward's and Tamsin's lives at almost exactly the same time, approximately 8 months previously, had been weathered without any repercussions amongst them. Thus it was that Edward, a 36-year old Senior Registrar in Orthopædics, found himself waiting to hear the latest horror stories from the 21st century Battle of Britain taking place daily above the safe Tory seats of the Home Counties.
Tamsin drifted through the lounge door and headed straight for a very comfortable armchair that was bathed in late afternoon sunshine.
"Hi, Sin, another good day at the Flying Circus?"
Tamsin rolled her eyes upwards and sighed deeply...
"Don't ask, Dreg!"
"That good, eh?", Edward retorted quizzically.
"Yep, how's life down at the Bone Factory?"
"It was fine", replied Edward, "until the pile-up on the M40."
"Oh I saw something about that at a news-stand by the Tube station. Looked nasty."
Edward put his paper down and looked across towards Tamsin, one arm of his spectacles resting in a position at the angle of his mouth that suggested that he was deep in thought.
"You remember those puzzles you used to get in your better class of Christmas cracker...."
Tamsin smiled and interjected with a hint of sarcasm.....
"Sorry, Dreg, you may have seen them at Gledholme Manor, but we didn't see many of them in the back-to-backs in Gateshead!"
She smiled again and looked almost as if she was about to apologise for interrupting, but Edward wisely dismissed the idea of waiting for this to happen, as they both had lives to lead.....
Edward feigned injury to his honour, before reciprocating the smile and taking up where he had left off.....
"...anyway, as I was saying, they used to put those odd-shaped sets of pieces in a little plastic bag and you had to see how they all fitted together......"
" Sorry, Dreg, all we had was plastic porpoises and corny jokes about chickens and roads."
Tamsin smiled again.....
"..oh dear, Dreg, I didn't mean to interrupt, honestly....."
Edward overlooked the two glaring falsehoods and continued...
"Well, I've spent most of the day with no lesser a person than god himself ....."
" Wow..." interjected Tamsin, "...not Prof. McMahon, surely? "
"....the very same, Sin. I spent most of the day with god, trying to work out how different pieces of leg bones fit together and then trussing the poor guy up in steelwork that would have made even I.K. Brunel proud. The chap's legs now look like the centre span of the Forth Railway Bridge."
Tamsin made a huge effort and started to lift herself out of the chair.....
"Well, Dreg, I can't sit here talking bone, blood and sinew with you all evening. I'm starving and I need a shower."
"OK, Sin, what do you fancy? I was thinking of one of my pasta concoctions and a bottle of Chianti."
Tamsin addressed him with her negotiator's look.....
"Are you offering that garlic and herb tomato sauce with it?"
Edward paused for an unnecessary minute ( since he had no idea how to prepare any other sauce apart from opening a tin ) before closing the deal.
"Actually, I cheated ..... I made the sauce before I got called out this morning."
Tamsin looked at him knowingly...
" I thought there was rather a hint of garlic in the air ... and I know you cleaned your teeth last night because I and half of the rest of the street heard you gargling afterwards..."
Tamsin's exit from the room was just swift enough to take her out of range of the cushion that flew in her direction.
Edward stood up and walked across to the door as scampering footsteps disappeared up the stairs. He walked to the foot of the stairs and called up..
" Do you want a cup of tea?"
" Please..." came the distant reply, from amidst sounds of zips being undone, clothing being scattered on the floor and drawers being opened and closed.
" OK, I'll leave one in your room while you're in the shower."
Edward walked slowly along the corridor and into the cool and warmly-furnished kitchen. At a leisurely pace, he set about making a pot of tea, whilst footsteps upstairs and the sound of the shower pump motor gave notice of the stage Tamsin had reached.
A few minutes later, Edward headed up the stairs, carrying a large Donald Duck beaker full of tea. He walked across the landing and paused by the bathroom door.
" I'll leave it on your bedside table, Sin, is that OK ?"
At the second attempt at communication, his message found its way to the recipient through steam, running water and cascading bubbles of shampoo and Edward entered Tamsin's room, where he placed the steaming mug on the bedside table. He stepped gingerly over strewn garments of various descriptions and was unable to prevent his gaze from lingering for a few moments on a beautiful plain white bra and a pair of brilliant white brushed cotton French knickers set out on the duvet, waiting for the wearer to return. Edward smiled to himself, took a deep breath and headed back downstairs. He collected his tea from the kitchen and went back to the lounge, where he made valiant efforts to displace soft, alluring female underwear from his mind with turgid columns of anglicised Greek and Latin medicospeak in an incredibly boring learned paper a colleague had asked him to read ( possibly, thought Edward, to see if it would send him to sleep as well!).
The battle was soon lost and Edward sipped his tea slowly, leaning back against the cushions and allowing his thoughts to surround Tamsin and many aspects of her life. He put the mug down, closed his eyes and drifted slowly into a reverie.
He was not sure how long he had been dozing, nor what it was that had awoken him from it, but he could clearly hear the sound of muffled sobs from upstairs. He frowned and then cast his mind back to the letter that had arrived that morning, written in a hand that he thought he recognised as that of Simon Dewry, a young 'something in the City' who had been a resident until 8 months previously and who had left, rather hurriedly, after it became apparent that Tamsin was not the only person in whose territorial waters he had been fishing. Edward deliberated for a few moments before making up his mind as to what would be the best course of action. He and Tamsin had developed a close sense of trust, mutual respect and loyalty as friends, based not least upon a healthy rivalry in terms of their ability to think up outrageous jokes and puns.
Edward picked up his mug and made his way quietly out of the room and up the stairs. He walked almost on tiptoes across the landing before knocking very gently on the half-open door to Tamsin's room.
"Do you mind accommodating a visitor, Sin?"
The weeping young woman turned her head, brushed away the long auburn hair and looked straight at him through reddened eyes. She sniffled loudly and wiped tears away before blowing her nose in a manner one would not have associated readily with such a striking young woman, but sadness is no respecter of niceties.
Tamsin was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a mid-thigh length light silk navy-blue dressing gown. The fact that the white undergarments he had seen earlier were no longer visible suggested to Edward that they had found their place. Tamsin smiled weakly at him before convulsing as tears racked her body once again. Edward sat in the high-backed cane chair and wrestled with the temptation to go to her side and enfold her in his arms to comfort her, but prudence won this round and he held his position....
"Am I right in thinking that the letter is from someone who used to live here, Sin ?"
Tamsin looked down at the letter and nodded, her fine facial bone structure concealed behind a veil of auburn hair, and the tears continued to flow. Without turning her head, she held the letter out towards Edward, who rose from the chair and walked across to take it.
Edward read the neat handwriting, then read it again before folding the letter and walking over to place it on the bedside table. Tamsin sat with her head buried in her hands and her upper body shook with the sobs that pumped tears in a cascade down onto her dressing gown. Edward took a fistful of tissues and gently swapped them for the saturated pieces of ragged pulp in Tamsin's hand. She accepted the kind gesture and looked up into Edward's eyes. He was instantly overcome with the deepest pain inside as he looked at this normally bright and vivacious girl, brought to such a heartbroken state all through a moment's drunken indiscretion by a former tenant with his employer's youngest daughter. Now, Simon would have a lifetime to rue his intemperate actions as he watched the result of them grow up, whilst the woman he truly loved ... but maybe not as much as the salary and bonuses that went with the job ... was left to pick up the pieces.
Edward took a few more tissues and dabbed softly at the tears that were still cascading down that fresh young freckled face. Tamsin did a repeat imitation of the marine emergency warning signal before exchanging the tissues for another handful offered by Edward.
"You're not bad for a bloke, Dreg! You sure you're not one of us?"
Tamsin smiled weakly and Edward knelt in front of her, placing her clasped hands between his. Tamsin's dressing gown had opened slightly, but Edward genuinely failed to notice her soft, possibly slightly under-proportioned womanly curves and the edge of the dazzling white fabric that supported her anatomy so comfortably and gently. Tamsin realised what had happened, carefully removed her hands from Edward's clasp and discreetly pulled the sides of the silk garment together before reaching one hand out momentarily to fold to the shape of his cheek. Edward shivered very slightly at the fragrant scent of a young woman who left him slightly breathless even when dressed in a baggy track-suit and wearing an enormous woolly ski hat.
" I don't know why I let him get to me in this way" she whispered, pausing to cough quietly.... " I should have known he would end up in this situation".
Edward regained temporary control over Tamsin's hands and looked her straight in the eye, capturing her complete attention. His eyes had the ability to do that with people about whom he cared, but he never abused this gift.
"You were the totally innocent party in this, Sin, and there was absolutely nothing you could have done to prevent it, apart from shackling him to his bed."
Tamsin laughed and then blushed as she realised what she had done. Edward looked at her, not knowing entirely what was going on in her mind. She stayed contentedly in Edward's benign and soothing gaze and moved one hand to the outside of Edward's left hand.
" I know, Dreg, but there is always that irrational thought. The 'what-if' syndrome."
"Oi," said Edward in a pseudo-mocking tone belied by the kindness of his expression. "I'm off duty now so we'll have no talk of syndromes, thank you."
The two of them chatted quietly for several minutes before their conversation was interrupted by a deep abdominal rumbling that reminded both Tamsin and Edward ( one of them with acute embarrassment ) that she had not eaten in ages. Edward made a quick quip about the significance of the presence of healthy bowel sounds before escaping to the kitchen inches ahead of a flying pillow.
A young, fresh warm female voice pursued him down the stairs.
" Do you mind terribly if I don't dress up for dinner, Dreg?"
Edward turned round and smiled from the foot of the stairs....
"Just make yourself comfortable, Sin. Come as you are if you like."
Tamsin picked up the pillow and smiled.
"OK, gaffer!"
Edward sat in the armchair, holding a small glass of brandy, whilst Tamsin stretched out on the sofa, long, well-muscled light olive legs resting on the far arm-rest. She scanned the paper for details of television programmes, but gave up in despair and threw it on the floor.
"There's absolutely nothing worth watching on the box, Dreg. Do you fancy a video?"
Edward opened his eyes and peered vacantly at the television set.
"Not really, Sin. Why, what did you have in mind?"
"Hmmm. Texas Chainsaw Massacre, perhaps", she replied.
"Naaah", retorted Edward "I've seen enough training videos this week!"
The two of them laughed.
"Well, to be honest", ventured Tamsin, "I can't be arsed to do a thing this evening. Quite apart from that, after such a meal, I'm not sure I'd be capable anyway."
Tamsin sipped a generous measure of whisky and closed her eyes. She paused for a few seconds and then sat up, swung her feet round and put her glass down.
"Tell you what, I'll make a cafetière of coffee."
Edward smiled and closed his eyes again. He was totally unprepared for the way Tamsin's hand brushed slowly over his head as she walked past, or for the lightest of kisses that followed the gesture. She stooped to whisper in his ear and her fragrance drifted enticingly into his nostrils. Edward took a deep breath.
"Thanks for being a real friend, Dreg. You're the first guy who's genuinely given without demanding. I told you you're a rarity. Are you sure you're not one of us? Maybe I should check sometime....."
Tamsin turned to wink as she sped out of the lounge and Edward made a vain gesture of attempting to stand up. It was not that he was drunk, far from it, he was just totally exhausted and utterly relaxed.
The rattle of coffee cups, spoons, other crockery and the cafetière on the tray roused Edward from his sleep, but it was not so much the noise as the fact that coffee was being served in cups and delivered on a tray that truly startled him.
"Don't look like that, Dreg", reproached Tamsin playfully, "I can be a lady when I choose to be."
Edward muttered something about being absolutely sure of that and Tamsin rebuked him mildly for not having the courage of his convictions and speaking out loud. Edward retorted that it wasn't the conviction that worried him, it was the sentence. The two of them laughed and gradually they unwound to a relaxed state that neither of them had enjoyed for a long time.
Once the coffee and spirits had been consumed, the conversation returned to previous relationships and, over the next couple of hours, the two of them shared a closeness previously unknown to them, as they opened up their feelings about broken relationships that had held such promise. This time, the tears did not follow and this surprised Tamsin somewhat, since she had expected such a topic to provoke yet another torrent.
Two further measures of spirit later, the conversation had really begun to unwind and Edward found himself listening in utter amazement to how it was that Tamsin had blushed when they had touched briefly, a few hours earlier, on the subject of shackles. Slowly and without any embellishment, she explained to Edward how she and Simon had discovered a startling new element in their lives, one that had proved powerfully catalytic at several levels, not least their love life.
"What really pisses me off ..." Tamsin almost spat the words out of her mouth ..." is the thought of that woman bare-arsed across his lap and getting the full treatment."
Tamsin flushed for a while, but this time it was more than just anger or sadness that provoked the facial colouring.
Edward said very little for the remainder of the evening, but listened as Tamsin described in mouth-watering detail how she and Simon had explored a depth of passion few people knew about, mainly because of totally incorrect associations with abuse and violence.
The conversation lasted into the small hours of the morning, but eventually the Sandman had the better of both of them and they finally went their separate ways at the top of the stairs, Tamsin brushing a genuinely fond kiss on Edward's cheek, to which he responded with an unpressured hug and a whisper into Tamsin's ear that their conversation had proved far more fascinating than any lecture he had attended in his entire medical training.
Two bedroom doors finally closed almost simultaneously. Semi-darkness and quiet descended upon the spacious house, broken only by a shaft of moonlight penetrating through the skylight and shining directly onto Tamsin's door, whilst a dustbin lid clattered a few houses further down the street as an urban fox went about collecting dinner for his growing family.
Tamsin awoke, turned over and attempted to re-direct her thoughts. It had been a difficult evening after the letter had arrived, but the odd thing about this was that it was not Simon, or thoughts of him, that had awoken her. It was what his removal from her life had meant that left her now, rolling restlessly from side to side, listening to the church bell chiming the quarter hours of the night away. Her mind kept drifting back to the conversation she had shared with Edward .... and her hand kept drifting back to a certain area of her body in a manner that was not making it any easier to get off to sleep. Time and again she found herself stroking the soft cotton encasing her shapely round buttocks. Her pulse would quicken and her mind would strive yet again to get away from this endless cycle. Eventually, just after 3.15 a.m., she sat up suddenly in bed, stretched her arms .... and accidentally sent the bedside lamp flying across the room. It came to rest, with the sound of disintegrating porcelain, on the wooden flooring. Tamsin muttered a curse to herself and gingerly set her foot down onto the floor. Sensing that there were no obstacles, she stood up ..... and brought the other foot down straight onto the jagged edge of a piece of porcelain. She yelped and tried to hobble across to the light switch, but caught her other foot in the rug and crashed to the floor just as a knock came and an anxious voice enquired as to what was happening.
An hour later, Tamsin was sitting at the edge of the bed, her foot protected by the perfectly-applied dry gauze and bandage dressing she had applied herself. She looked at Edward and smiled.
"Some bloody doctor you are, Mister! Can't even apply a dressing!"
Edward, who had swept up the shards with meticulous care and then cleaned up the not inconsiderable trail of blood left by the bleeding foot, sat alongside her and looked at the golden, freckled glow of her face in the light from the spare lamp he had brought in from Harry's bedroom. He adopted a practised Harley Street expression and looked at her over his half-frame glasses.
"I should tread carefully, if I were you, Sin....."
Realising what he had inadvertently said, he doubled up in laughter in company with Tamsin, who was shaking with mirth at exactly the spot where, only hours previously, she had been racked by sadness.
"You never fail, do you, Dreg?", she volunteered kindly.
"I intend not to, Miss Sin.....", came back the cool professional response,".. in fact, I am seriously considering a change to your treatment regimen."
Tamsin was at first startled, but her surprise soon gave way to curiosity.
"Really, doctor. Is it an invasive procedure? Shall I need to sign a consent form? Maybe we should be chaperoned!"
By this stage, Edward was becoming seriously unprofessional in his attitude towards the increasingly feisty patient. He looked at her again over his half-frames.
" I think I had better examine you before I make any decisions."
Tamsin flushed, but the light concealed the change in skin tone. Her heart began to race again and she began to feel a familiar hollowness deep within her that brought a euphoric feeling of tension, anticipation and exhilaration, flavoured with benign apprehension.
Edward was not sure who had taken over his speech centre, but he was keenly aware of how Tamsin's life story ( at least the snippet from her love-life story ) had affected him the previous evening .... and how it was still affecting him.
"Pass me the pillow, please, Miss Tierney."
Tamsin passed the pillow hesitantly, not quite certain as to what Edward planned to do with it, but as he moved to place it across his lap, she reached forward and took hold of it firmly, locking Edward into her gaze. In a cool, calm and totally measured tone, she told him in no uncertain terms that she intended to know exactly how her Doctor felt so that she could behave appropriately.
Edward released the pillow and the Rubicon was finally crossed in what was to be a memorable journey that changed two lives fundamentally.
Edward held out his left hand and Tamsin reached forward to take hold of it. Slowly he drew the girl towards him and she waited by his side, determined that he would now have to prove himself to be the man she thought him to be. She looked down at him with a mixture of admiration and defiance, of affection and rivalry. This was a battle for control and she knew who she wanted to win.
Edward was becoming increasingly unfamiliar with the person he sensed inside him, someone he had never met before, of whose existence he had not even been aware. He saw his hands reach out and undo Tamsin's dressing gown, then he heard his bass voice instruct her to stretch herself across his lap. He looked at the vision of soft golden brown skin shown up in subtle contrast by the dazzling brightness of the bra and of the knickers that were even now stretching and conforming themselves to the shape of a bottom of which he had only ever dreamed. He took a deep breath and focused his mind as if he were back in theatre, facing the human wreckage from a tragic road traffic accident. This time, however, his heart-rate was accelerating for a very different reason.
The fold of soft white cotton disappeared into the cleft separating Tamsin's buttocks and converged almost at the base of the curves to plunge into the mysterious and totally tantalising feminine darkness of her female identity. Edward looked down and felt the young body across his lap respond entirely in the opposite manner to that which he had expected. She relaxed, her hand moved down to his calf muscles and her fingers began to stroke his hairy legs in a way that, when combined with the visual effect created by the taut underwear, left her in no doubt whatsoever as to how her doctor was feeling. She squirmed slightly and groaned imperceptibly to herself, drifting into a place in her mind that she kept for her and just one other person, a place that had been cold and empty for so long. She closed her eyes as she felt sensitive, skilled hands exploring every square centimetre of her buttocks and upper thighs, as the smooth palm folded itself to her shape and as the other hand moulded itself to the shape of her waist. She felt delicious pulsating sensations from her waist to her thighs and a deep sense of primitive longing to be held secure and under the total control of the man she wanted to allow unrestricted access to her body ... and her mind. This was not the intoxication of alcohol, it was the heady stuff of one of the most basic of human instincts and Tamsin was revelling in it. Her head was spinning lightly and she became vaguely aware of the fact that it could not be too long before Edward noticed how this was affecting her.
The first smack that Edward had ever placed across a female buttock made such a crack that even he was surprised ...not so much by the sound as by the fact that he, a normally gentle man, had laid such a firm hand on the soft flesh under the stretched cotton. He half expected a yelp from Tamsin, but all he heard was a very deep sigh and a subdued groan, accompanied by slight wriggling of the hips. He raised his hand again and brought it down with an equally sharp crack on the other cheek. Edward was warming to this new form of interaction every bit as quickly as Tamsin was being warmed by it. The succession of sharp smacks was spread evenly across both buttocks, producing groans of increasing intensity and ever more exaggerated wriggling. Tamsin reached her left hand back, but not to protect herself, simply to take hold of Edward's right hand, as he continued to bring the firm smacks down, making the cheeks bounce wildly within their restraint.
For a few brief moments, Edward paused and Tamsin held her breath. Surely he was not going to stop NOW! She need not have worried, for something had, by this stage, taken over control of Edward's thoughts and actions and this drama would not end until the very last curtain. Edward's hand followed the contours of the warming bottom, delivering messages of tender care and affection, but also of deep desire for this girl, who simply became more and more physically relaxed as Edward's hand mapped out the lovely shape. Carefully, Edward slid his hand down the back of Tamsin's right thigh and stroked her skin softly, sliding round to brush the even softer skin of the inner thigh, revealed as Tamsin instinctively flexed her left leg and looped it between Edward's ankles.
Very slowly indeed, Edward's hand moved up the back of the thigh, before slipping with invited ease inside the fabric. He tensed with acute desire as he touched the softness of the warm skin of the right buttock, moved his hand slowly up towards the waistband, then just as slowly back down again. Not a word passed between them. No word needed to pass. They were already communicating and when the exploring hand sensed increasing moistness the further South it migrated, Edward knew he had passed the point of no return. Tamsin had already passed that point as she had draped herself, clothed only in her dressing gown, underwear and desire, across his lap.
Edward released Tamsin's hand. Instinctively, she lifted her abdomen and groaned to herself again as she felt the French knickers sliding off her cheeks and a gentle hand coaxing the very damp fabric from between her thighs. Edward was unable to conceal a reaction the intensity of which surprised Tamsin as much as it brought her pleasure. She flexed her legs and Edward removed the garment before throwing it casually into the corner of the room, beyond the side-table. Tamsin stretched her beautifully-muscled young thighs again and lay there, totally aware of how her nakedness from the bra line to her feet was affecting the man who now had her under his consented control. She felt fingers probe under the bra clip and then felt the straps come away from her skin before the dressing gown and bra were removed, to follow the knickers into the corner.
Edward looked at the completely naked body of his young friend and became aware of how his abstract view of her had also extended beyond belief. This girl had been a total sexual stranger before today, yet his feelings towards her had been characterised by a strength not entirely borne of social care and concern. He also realised that he was going to have to be very careful, if he was not to bring the intimacy to a premature halt due to circumstances beyond his control.
For several minutes, Edward alternately spanked and massaged Tamsin's bottom and caressed her thighs, creating potent sensations within her that kept her on a plateau of pulsating pink mist. The groans from the two of them that accompanied the initial arrival of Edward's caressing hand over the soft down framing her female identity were simultaneous and her thighs parted in a reflex action that confirmed to the hand and to its owner's mind that their presence was more than welcomed. The moist sound generated by the delicate, caring probing action of Edward's hand drove him almost to a delirium of pleasure he had never previously experienced. Slowly, he withdrew his hand and slid it up onto the pink cheeks, which rose to greet him and invited a steady stream of even firmer smacks, interspersed with long sessions of caressing.
A good half hour later, Edward helped Tamsin to her feet and sat her on the bath towel he had picked up off the floor and placed on the bed. He reached to his left and piled the pillows high, then stood and helped Tamsin to move up and sit with her back resting against the pillows and her legs bent. She rested her chin on her knees, then beamed as he stood back and put his hand to the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Instantly, Tamsin reached out a staying hand and looked at him. She whispered sensuously to him:
"May I, please, Edward?"
Edward was unaccustomed to being addressed as anything but Dreg. He paused for a second and then moved over to Tamsin. She reached forward, slipped her hand inside his boxer briefs and carefully corrected the angle of attack to allow his manhood greater comfort ... and presence.
She withdrew her hand and ran it up the outside of the garment, folding the cotton round an impressive family endowment.
Tamsin was a very sensitive lover and, realising that Edward needed to 'chill' if curtailment of their ecstasy was to be avoided, she brushed a kiss against the fabric cage before lowering the boxers, revealing a sight that even made her gasp.
Divested of his final clothing, Edward sat at Tamsin's side and placed his left hand over the knee of her flexed left leg. Carefully, he began to work his way up the inside of the thigh and Tamsin drew him further towards his goal by spreading her knees. She lay back and closed her eyes as Edward fixed his gaze on the dense, but soft down lining the portals leading to the core of Tamsin's female identify. She followed the progress of his hand in her mind and tensed for a millisecond as she felt fingers land lightly along the outside of her labia and another finger come to rest over the cover protecting her launch button. Slowly, the hand slid down, spreading the lips very slightly and then worked equally slowly back up, creating the most tantalising sounds of wet female receptiveness as the forefinger slid under the protective cover and over the firing button. She tensed and shuddered for a few seconds, moaning deeply and became so lost in her thoughts that she almost passed out as she felt Edward's mouth close over her sex and the start of a slow ascent to a cruising altitude she had never reached before.
Tamsin's breathing became deep and regular and Edward groaned deep within himself as he looked up, across the rising and falling abdomen and breasts, to the face of the young woman now floating in the rarefied atmosphere not just of sexual ecstasy, but of deep personal contentment and comfort.
For the next hour, Edward probed, touched, stroked, caressed, teased and coaxed Tamsin's body so intimately and skilfully that Tamsin herself was shocked at her response.
There is a time and a place for everything. Including language that bespeaks earthiness of the most primitive kind. This was the time and this was the place at which Tamsin heard herself urging her lover, in the most succinct of primitive Anglo-Saxon terms, to deliver her up the final ascent to the summit of her experience.
To Edward, this was the final catalyst and, with the greatest care never to break intimate contact with Tamsin, he managed to roll her over until she was kneeling on the bed, her knees spread wide apart, as he moved up behind her.
"Time for you to talk me in to land, Tamsin......." he whispered, as her hands reached back between her thighs and were guided to Edward's member, which she led gently to the fragrantly-scented gateway to the core of her womanhood. She felt Edward's chin rest on her shoulder and she could pick up her own intimate scent. Filled with passionate desire, she gripped his probing masculinity with deep muscles and drew him into her to the point where she almost felt she could take no more. Her heart raced and her head was pounding as she felt Edward's hands move round to stroke her left breast and gently to massage her prominent mound.
For several minutes, the passionate couple built up a powerful head of steam until the moment arrived when Edward whispered to her to lean forward and rest on her arms...........
Tamsin complied instantly and clutched her head between her hands. The increase in her lover's tempo left her gasping and her last conscious experience before an incredible, short-lived oblivion was of her lover growling, in the deepest basso profundíssimo she had ever heard, followed by an inner sensation like that of an enormous firework exploding into a dazzling cascade of light and heat inside her.
When Tamsin next became fully conscious of her circumstances, she was lying on her side, bathed in morning light, in Edward's bed, her head resting on two pillows, facing Edward, who was looking at her with a warmth she had never seen in a man before. His hand was stroking her cheek very softly.
She realised that she was in a night-dress and that she was wearing a fresh pair of knickers. She knew from the way she felt that she had been washed and dried with meticulous thoroughness and she felt a deep sense of comfort and security. She felt truly loved.
Tamsin moved across to Edward and placed her hand on his cheek, before kissing him with full, contented lips on the tip of his nose. A fine strand of saliva linked her lips to the face she had just kissed, whilst its owner looked into an expression, the beauty of which he had never seen before. A truly contented woman who had been taken to the very heights of her femininity. A deep warmth glowed from Tamsin's hips to her thighs and her bottom tingled as a reminder of an experience she had never expected.
She kissed Edward again and then rested her head on the pillow, before drifting off into a depth of sleep she had not experienced since childhood and from which she did not emerge for fourteen hours.
Edward looked at her and kissed her forehead lightly.
"I think this is going to require a lengthy course of treatment, Tamsin."
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