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  “Let me show you through the house,” said John topping up their champagne.

  All went smoothly until they reached the master bedroom. With champagne glasses in hand they caught each other’s eyes. That's all it took. They moved towards each other as he took her glass with his and put them on the dresser. He turned and she was waiting for him. With his hands on her waist and her’s on his shoulders, they fell into a passionate embrace. It felt just like Saturday night, as their lips pressed together and their tongues searched out each other’s mouth.

  John eased her towards him, his hands still on her waist, feeling the curvature of her body. She pressed against him and clasped both her hands on either side of his head, running her fingers through his hair. He purposefully moved his hands up and around her back as he gently caressed her. As he did, her blouse lifted and separated from her mini skirt. Now he could put his hands on her bare skin, feeling from her hips, to her waist, to her upper body, as he took in all of her womanhood. In return, she searched to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Next, he stood back and lifted her blouse off, as she assisted by raising her arms over her head. He could now see her beautiful breasts and erect nipples in full. His hands traveled up her front and his mouth down, until like a baby he was giving her pleasure.

  Then he moved back and up into another passionate kiss. He again eased her towards him again so they could both feel their bodies against each other, chest to chest, through his open shirt. Next they moved apart again, as he somewhat awkwardly removed his shirt and pants. She stood watching, casually dropping her dress to the floor, leaving him naked and her wearing only her brief panties. Together again, another passionate kiss, as they stood and embraced each other. They could now fully explore each other’s naked bodies. She reached down as they kissed, to find he was fully ready for her.

  Next she turned her back on him and put both hands out behind her, finger tips up, gesturing for him to hold them and follow. From behind he could see the shape of her curves and the sides of her ample breasts, as they protruded on either side of her back. This was a major turn on. Still holding both his hands she moved towards the bed, as he willingly followed. She turned as they lay side by side and continued to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. Next John rose to his knees, while she moved over on her back. He started to remove her panties, as she assisted by arching her body. The panties were still around one ankle, but he could access her now. She was shaved down there.

  “I did it specially for you,” she whispered. Wow what did he have on his hands here?

  Gently he parted her legs, put his hands under her behind and put his mouth down to give her pleasure. He could smell and taste her sex. Soon he knew she was ready for him.

  He moved back up and with a gentle push, they were fully engaged.

  This was very different to making love to Audry. Their bodies seemed to melt into each other. They were totally in tune with each other. It seemed that Alice was very experienced and she certainly knew how to get pleasure. After the missionary position she rolled over on her side and asked to be taken from behind. From here he was able to put his arms right around her, feeling every part of her upper body. She asked him to kiss the back of her neck and shoulders, as he moved in rhythm with her. It felt like he had her whole body in his control. Soon she started to move faster against him, in and out, until she let out a cry of pleasure, and then started to shake, almost as if she was having a fit. This was too much for John and he let go and climaxed with her.

  John had tried this with Audry once but she did not enjoy it. Boring old Audry only liked the missionary position. But with Alice it was nothing like he had ever experienced before.

  Next she lay beside him, as if exhausted for the moment. Her soft but athletic body and smell of her sex enveloped him. He started to drift off into the twilight zone, half awake and half asleep. He did not know how long he had been in this haze, when he felt himself being drawn back into the moment, as she started to play with him. But he could not respond down there.

  “You want more?” said John puzzled.

  “I’m multi orgasmic, I can climax four or five times if I want to.”

  This was definitely something new for John. He had been with quite a few women in his time, but never with one who was multi orgasmic.

  “Get my handbag from the balcony will you John?” It was almost an order, but he obeyed without question. Back through the house naked, he crept onto the balcony so no one would see him. Better take her coat and the champagne bottle in, he thought, crouching, lest one of the neighbours see him.

  Back into the bedroom and he handed Alice her handbag. She looked so beautiful reaching up, lying on her side, with her hair now ruffled and falling across her shoulders. Her beautiful athletic body and olive skin seemed to shine, as a small beam of sunlight crossed the room, through the partially open curtains. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a pink coloured vibrator in the shape of a male penis. John stared open mouthed.

  “Haven’t you seen a vibrator before?”

  “Well.... yes I have,“ John stumbled his words. In fact he had, but only in pictures in girlie magazines. Who was Alice? What woman carried a vibrator in her handbag?

  “Just twist the knob at the bottom. You know what to do.”

  The vibrator stirred into life with a soft buzzing sound. He lay beside Alice slowly working it in and out. She lay on her side, facing him, with both arms outstretched, with her hands on his shoulders. After a while she asked him to turn up the knob so the vibrator went a little faster. Then a while later she said, “Faster, now faster...... “ Next thing she let out a cry of pleasure, started shuddering and came again. This one seemed to go on even longer than the first one, until finally her body gave out a final shake, and then went limp. She just lay there now and looked at him, almost lovingly and certainly satisfied. He could now take in how beautiful her large eyes were. In the past he had been so busy looking at the rest of her, he hadn’t noticed.

  John couldn’t believe this. What on earth did he have on his hands here? A beautiful multi orgasmic woman. But there was something even more. That moment of peace on the balcony and just then, that soft almost loving look she had given him, when for the first time he had noticed her eyes.

  They lay there for what seemed quite a time. Alice with her eyes closed and John looking at her, studying her as she rested. He realized he didn’t really know much about this beautiful uninhibited, exotic creature, lying naked next to him. She had been in charge of him, right up until their final moments of love making, when she had totally surrendered to him. Sure she was beautiful, knowledgeable and into fitness, but he didn’t know much else about her. Who was she? He had to know more.

  “Tell me Alice, where did you grow up?” he asked gingerly.

  She slowly opened her eyes and answered quite willingly,

  “I grew up in a commune near Nimbin, she said slowly, “My parents were probably what you would call hippies.”

  “So you didn’t go to school?” pressed John

  “Quite the contrary,” continued Alice. “We had open air classes every day where one of the parents would ask us what we would like to learn each day. It’s amazing how quickly you pick up knowledge, when it is what you want to learn, rather than having things pushed down your throat like they do in the school system. We used to do about four hours a day, then we were free to run around the bush, or do what ever we liked.”

  “What about your parents?” John asked

  “Well, they are still alive if that's what you mean. We left the commune when I was about 10. Dad became a Dr. of Philosophy. He’s now a Professor at the University. Mum’s an artist, she’s had a number of successful exhibitions and is quite well known.”

  Well, thought John, this certainly explains her free spirit and lack of inhibitions about sex. With a professor for a father no wonder she was so knowledgeable. There was a lot more he wanted to ask her, but just then he looked at the clock beside the bed
. Shit, it was 2:45pm; they had been away from the office for three hours. A sudden feeling of panic set in.

  “Alice I will have to get back to the office.” She sensed the air of desperation in his voice.

  “OK, I’ll get dressed.”

  John was first dressed and quickly gathered up the glasses and put them in the sink. He would get the cleaners to attend to them and the bed when they came through later in the week. He tipped the remainder of the champagne down the sink but hung onto the bottle. He would have to dispose of that separately.

  They didn’t say much to each other in the car on the way back. John was still overwhelmed by the whole experience, while Alice seemed to be in some sort of a happy daze.

  “You know where my name comes from?” she asked dreamily, out of the blue.

  “Alice in Wonderland of course. Evidently my parents got stoned one night with their hippy friends at the commune and decided on the name. Pity though.”

  “Why’s that?” asked John.

  “Well I ended up with dark hair. Alice in Wonderland is always shown as having blonde hair.”

  It was all getting too much for John. Compared to her, his parents had been boring working class people, who had never smoked a joint in their lives.

  “Where can I drop you off?” asked John, now desperate to get back to the office.

  “My car is parked just around the back of your office.”

  As she got out of the car she casually turned to him,

  “Well, I’ll see you on Thursday, won’t I?”

  “What do you mean?” asked John?

  “Well Bill will still be in Queensland and Audry will be at tennis.”

  God, she is planning ahead, thought John.

  “Well OK.” And with that she walked off down the street with her characteristic wiggle of her hips. Then suddenly she was gone.

  Just like Saturday night it was as if he had imagined the whole thing. He was back in the real world with the noise of local traffic in the background and the sound of a distant car horn. It was as if when Alice disappeared around the corner that sense of peace and serenity had disappeared with her. He was now back in the harsh reality of the everyday world.

  He parked the car and gingerly walked back into the office and handed Rebecca the keys at the front desk.

  “How did that go?” she asked cheekily. John did not answer, she was only the junior and he had had enough of her cheek for one day.

  Back through the office and luckily most of the agents, including Maria, were out. He was particularly glad Maria was not there, as she had been right onto the situation.

  About half an hour later Maria however returned. She casually put her head around his door.

  “How has your day been John?”

  “Fine,” he managed to blurt out.

  She had that same look on her face as Rebecca.

  Chapter 9 Thursday Bloody Thursday

  Tuesday came and went. John couldn’t stop thinking about Alice. It was the best sex he had ever had in his life. So free and open and in a way so honest. They had both satisfied each other completely. Nothing like the boring sex with Audry. Still there was something about Alice he couldn’t work out. She was an enigma. What it was, he just didn’t know? All he could think about was their next tryst on Thursday.

  Rebecca and Maria had been giving him knowing looks in the office but he was on too much of a high to even care. The Wilson contract was proceeding smoothly and he had arranged for their house to be cleaned and the bed sheets washed and the bed remade.

  He still had the empty bottle of champagne in his car. It was a sort of reminder of Monday afternoon. Every time he looked at it he felt a tingle down his spine. It was the remnant of a wonderful experience.

  Wednesday came and went in much the same way. He was still on a high from Monday with Alice. Alice in wonderland he thought, she had certainly put him into wonderland.

  Thursday morning he got up but oh no, it was raining, Audry would likely call off the tennis. However around 8:45 when he was just about to leave for work, as if by a miracle, the sky cleared and the sun came out.

  “Looks like you will be able to go to tennis after all,” he called to Audry as he left the house.

  “OK Hon, see you later.”

  The morning seemed to drag, but as it did, he was getting more and more excited. Around 11:00 he could stand it no longer. He grabbed his coat and told Rebecca he would be out for a couple of hours and to hold all his calls. She gave him a funny look. Does she know he thought? No, she couldn’t possibly.

  The drive home took about 20 minutes and he went straight into his garage and quickly shut the door. The street was quiet surely no one had seen him. Not even that nosy old Jean who lived further down the street. He looked out the front gate. There was no one around. Quickly he crossed the road and rang Alice’s doorbell. She answered wearing a white towel around her head and another around her body.

  “Sorry,” she said,

  “I wasn’t expecting you for another hour. I’ve just come back from my power walk and had a shower. You can wait in the living room while I change. Pour yourself a drink if you like.”

  She looked as ravishing as ever, even with no make up and her hair in a towel.

  He looked around the living room while she went to the bedroom. Naturally he was comparing it to his own. He had been here before but had never really sat down and taken it all in. The homes on this side of the street were federation, built in the early 1900’s, just like the one he and Audry had renovated. John’s side of the street had been built much later and his house had all the mod cons with an en suite, double garage etc. However as a real Estate Agent he knew there was always a big demand for federation houses, due to their charm, with their high patterned ceilings, archways with friezes, ornate fireplaces and beautiful timber floors.

  Alice had her living room looking particularly classy, but with a warm rather than austere feeling, John knew that a combination like this is particularly hard to achieve. Most up market decor tends to take on a rather cold uninviting feeling. But this was both warm and high class. He noticed there was a mixture of old and new furniture, that all seemed to go together. He studied it carefully and realized that it all blended in, between the old and the new, due to the colours matching. Very clever he thought if given half a chance, he would have no trouble selling this house.

  He was about to pour a drink from the antique drinks cabinet, when he caught a glimpse of Alice through the partially open bedroom door. He couldn’t resist. She had taken the towel off her head and was sitting, in front of her dressing table mirror, using a hair dryer. He walked up behind her and held her hand, to stop her drying her hair. She looked up at him in the mirror. She was still sitting with her back to him. He took the dryer out of her hand, switched it off and put it on the dressing table beside her. He put both hands around her neck and under her chin from behind. Then he started to gently kiss her bare shoulders, like she had enjoyed so much at the Wilson’s house.

  As he did this she slowly stood up and started to turn towards him. Without losing touch with her, he moved in his hands so they were now around her face from the front. Then with him holding her face in both hands, they went into a passionate kiss. Next she pulled back slightly from him, her face was still in his hands. She released the towel, which slid effortlessly to the floor. She was now standing totally naked in front of him, while he was fully dressed. Again they kissed. He possessed her naked body, while their tongues searched each other out. He moved his hands from her face, to her hips, to holding around her waist, then up her sides and around, to the back of her neck. Her hair was still damp as it caressed the backs of his fingers.

  As they kissed her hand moved slowly down and unzipped his fly. She was now stroking his manhood, as his hands roamed all over her naked body. Then, as her hair slid up through his fingers, she went down into a squat position and started to slowly give him oral pleasure. But this was too much for John and he thought
he was going to explode too soon. Reaching down he lifted her back up and kissed her deeply again. He was still fully clothed and she totally naked. Just as he was feeling fully in control, she released herself from him, pushed two hands against his chest and backed away from him looking straight into his eyes. He wondered what she was doing. However she then positioned herself on the bed, lying on her side, propped up on one elbow continuing to look straight at him. She seemed like a beautiful artist’s model, striking a very provocative pose.

  Suddenly he realized that he was no longer in control, she was. He needed to be naked too. She watched him intently as he removed everything almost losing his balance, as lastly, he struggled to take off his socks. How awkward he felt, compared to her. She had simply stepped backwards and let the towel fall gracefully.

  Next, he moved onto the bed beside her as she welcomed him with her arms outstretched. She lay back as he kissed her body all over, starting at the top then down to her breasts then down below. She was letting out small satisfaction noises as he worked on her pleasure. Then as the noises became more intense he rolled her over onto her stomach and gently took her from behind. This time he was right over the top of her, rather than side-by-side. She was now surrendering and letting him be in charge, as she took her pleasure from him.