Written By Phalen

A knock came at the door to the room where our natural forms slept. Sorsha rose up her body slowly. I felt her arm loose its hold on me. I looked up and noticed in her face some concern that was focused on the door. She then looked down at me, and her face softened into a wonderful feeling of sweetness that I drank in contentedly. She gently brushed the back of her hand against my cheek. I winked at her with a bright smile. The knock came again; this time more urgent in its being heard. She gracefully flowed out of bed and placed on a soft white robe that was draped over a rocking chair in the corner.

My eyes seemed to mourn the lose of her bare body. Her face was back to showing concern. Her brow furrowed in thought. She cracked the door slightly as she peaked out. I was now becoming worried. Her face instantly yet very quickly removed an expression of emotional pain. Her face then displayed a woman who was strong and stoic. She quickly exited the room careful not to open the door wider then she really had to. Her efforts though were in vain as the person standing at the door had come slightly into view and had gained a glimpse inside.

I wasn’t sure about whether or not he really saw me but I felt as though he did. It was a very subtle glance but it felt very very wrong. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I watched the door close completely. All I could hear was whispering that quickly became inflamed.

The sun was making its finishing touches outside as evening was starting to show its depth of colour. I got out of bed and started to find my cloths when the voices went quickly silent. I could hear footsteps storm off. A shadow under the door told me that she was still there. The sinking feeling returned and with urgency I renewed my efforts to gather my clothes. My progress suddenly halted when I saw her enter the room with eyes that had agony painted with tears she was fighting against futilely. I felt so lost viewing it. I dropped what I had gathered and walked over to her. She hadn’t noticed me. She had her back leaning against the wall. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling lost in her troubles. “Do you need me to leave? Am I causing a problem??” I asked very anxiously. Like a flash her eyes were burning on me. She carried an expression of hurt. I could feel it enter me. “Sorry. I am SO very sorry.” I said with great aching my heart eating itself up tortured by its guilt. She quickly placed a finger to my lips in protest. I closed my eyes to clam myself and took in a deep breath. “He and I have an … understanding,” she began “But the rules seem to have changed on me.”

Removing her finger she leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss that rescued me. She then wiped away her tears. Pain still moved on her face. I took her hand in mine and kissed it, holding it to my lips longingly I held her hand between mine as she renewed a small smile at me. I looked over to the window. “I need to go and get some things in order for my students.” I said with sad resolution. My exit from her was very solemn with hardly a word spoken. I headed off in the direction of home, which was a long walk but I needed to think and reflect. I was feeling some conflicting emotions about what had happened. All in all it made me a mess.

When I got back into town I made a long stop into The Roguish Prince the local pub I had dinner at every night since settling here. A gleeful old couple owned it named Gracie and Steve O’Flanders. Gracie treated me like I was a long lost old friend. She and I would be in fits of laughter every night and Steve would end up rolling his eyes at us more than he would roll out the drinks. Everyone called him “Stevie” and he loved to whip out his flute and give the gathered crowd a show by playing it while balancing a full mug of beer on his head. He would make me cringe every time he jokingly threatened to tip it over onto me. Tonight however my mood could not be raised. They somehow knew not to try. Gracie didn’t pry but somehow she seemed to give a sympathetic look at me like she knew what my problem was. There was something odd about this town. It was like they all had some magical connection. I shrugged it off as just being a small town thing and went to drinking my sorrow away with some strong brew that Stevie said would kick an elephant on its arse.

A month and a half went by with Sorsha and I barely looking at each other. She seemed to be avoiding me. I was miserable and had no one to confide in, but then I got to know Dr. Samuel Bernard. He was a kind old doc that looked like someone’s doting grandpa especially when he twitched his cute white moustache and placed on his plaid cap and I affectionately called him Doctor Sam. He knew about the mayor and me. It took me by surprise and horror but he put my fear to rest by showing me that he was a person I could confide in. He seemed to carry an old spirit about him. He gave sage advice and never judged. I learned a lot about people and things of the town from him. I even learned that he helped to deliver Mrs. Mayweather and her daughter Amy who was a 16-year-old talented art student of mine. He filled me in on her husband Paul. “He and she have been very cold to each other for years.” “He basically sold his soul to his work and position as lawyer.”

He continued on as he noticed I was taking it all in heavily. “He keeps them together because he wants to use her for her high connections to judges and people of influence.” “Though they both don’t show this to the town, because both are from old families and have too much pride.” He looked at me with such concern and sadness over it. “He has done worse though to her…I’m not sure what all but worse.” “He has his fling too…Him and his secretary Margaret have been real close for some time.” “They’d both flaunt it in Sorsha’s face more often given the chance.” He said with out right disgust. My heart silently sobbed while listening to it all. I felt like taking a baseball bat and having a moment with Paul. I also felt scared for Mrs. Mayweather. He could and probably will take advantage of our caught situation. “What can I do? He will hurt her because of our actions.” I asked with building anguish. He was concerned but strongly held a firm positive look. “Don’t give up on what you both have built together…It’s to important.” He said seriously. “This is something that should be.”

It sounded rather cryptic to me but a rush of spirit flowed over my body at those words. I sighed heavily and he looked at me with a knowing look that was reminiscent of hers. “Just remember that my door is always open to you… at anytime day or night.” his eye gave me a wink and he nodded his capped head to me then left his office to go run errands. I sat there for a moment till I had worked up enough nerve to go seek out Mrs. Mayweather.

My bond to her began to flood my veins setting them aflame. I could barely think calmly as my heart raced. I nearly flung myself out of my chair. I arose with such a start that I was outside and to her office door before I knew it. I held my breath as I went for the door handle, opened it, and went inside. The first room was the waiting area. It was a pretty open space with only a few chairs and some minor decorative touches. It definitely had a waiting room feel despite being currently empty of any people. Towards the back of the room sat the secretary’s old wooden desk. Behind the desk were three odd sized filing cabinets against the pale green painted wall. The room seemed to be a converted lobby area of the building. The hairs on the back of my arms and neck felt a chill. I looked to the right where the door to her office was and proceeded to head in that direction, but just as I went to grab the door it swung open.

Out came Gertrude The bookish but sweet secretary carrying a stack of folders and three heavy looking books. She walked almost right into me and then let out a yelp as I took her by surprise. “Is Mrs. Mayweather in?” I inquired. She gave me a considered glance over her reading glasses. “I wouldn’t recommend it sweetie,” she said as she continued towards her desk, “She is in a very right state right now.” “I guess I will just have to take my life into my own hands.” I said decidedly. Gertrude sighed and shook her head but met my look with one that was resigned to the fact that she had warned me and I was going to do it anyways. “Good luck kiddo” she said with a nod.

I took a breath and ran my fingers through my hair quickly as I headed through the opened door. It was a big room with a vaulted ceiling and windows on the back and front of the building that stretched from wall to wall giving a feeling of flow and openness to nature. The back window overlooked a field of wild grass and flowers. The other faced the street and township. A person could easily be distracted by the on goings of the small town outside. On the outside people would only perceive a long mirror. There were two plain couches on one side of the room facing toward each other while the lounge couch that you would normally think of in a psychiatrist’s office was right by the big round desk at the window overlooking the street. It was a very open room and the only other furniture was a few small shelves of books and some interesting artefacts. One of which was a blue handled dagger.

“So are you just going to stand there gawking” she asked in a semi-amused tone followed by a sigh. She had not bothered to look up from her deskwork. My voice took a nervous tone as I asked, “Are you going to continue to avoid me?” That got her to look up quickly. “What makes you think that??” She asked obviously taken aback by the question. “You seem to not uuuummm…” I couldn’t quite put my thoughts into words right in my head. She responded, “ Never think that I don’t want anything to do with you!” She sighed even heavier with a look that said I had only reminded her of the problem she had been trying to deal with for a while. She was exhausted looking but that didn’t stop her beauty from intoxicating my eyes. I went and took a seat across from her desk. I looked down at my feet in thought before regaining my nerve to look at her in the eyes. “I’ve talked with Sam about things and he has told me things.” I said in a near whisper. “So have I, my dear.” She said in such a whisper that had my heart flipping.

She got up slowly from her desk. She was wearing another simple flowing dress that she seems to be known for wearing. Her cleavage was framed like renaissance works of art. I held my breath for a second trying not to loose my mind in her physical presence. She walked behind my chair and stopped. It made me feel like I was splashed with cold air. My nipples grew hard at the vibe.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and rubbed them. I was loosing tension I wasn’t aware of having. I felt a feeling of ease take me. “I have missed your touch, your smile, and your warmth for such a long time.” I exclaimed as I looked up to meet her gaze. Her eyes consumed me and I desired so much to be consumed. I reached up as she stopped her massage on my shoulders and I let my hands find hers. I held them in mine with the need to possess them. My lips found her hands in a kiss. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. I kissed every part of her hands slowly and methodically. I got up and drew my body towards her and we embraced hard and we held our heads together looking at each other’s touch. My arms held her sweetly. My hands began to trace her back and curves. I drank in her smell like it was the only thing that was keeping me alive. Silent tears left my eyes as I had spent too many nights not being able to let them rest. Too many nights I looked at the drawings of her. She took my face in her hands and our eyes claimed each other. “You are my artist and I have commissioned you to do a portrait.” She said matter-of-factly. Her face now showed a serene smile. I was stunned and thrilled and so many other feelings at once.

“Really?!…. I will need to get some references of you for it.” My mind went to work only to be again distracted by her touch on my breast. “I Uuuuh…. Uuum… I have time on Thursday evenings to do the pictures. Mmmmm…Must have you sit for a couple of sessions.” I was barely able to talk. My lips grabbed a quick lustful kiss before she responded. She put her lips to my ear and whispered, “You have a date.”

Instantly my heart wanted to be taken by her. I kissed her neck with poetic passion and heard her breathing labour joyfully at my lips command of her neck and over to her throat. I sucked her, nibbled, and painted her with my mouth. She took me by the earlobe with her teeth and it sent signals right down to my wetting areas. I so desperately wanted to be her nourishment.

Our joy was however broken again by a knock at the door. We both quickly gained our composure as she headed towards the door and met up with Gertrude who hastily entered the room. “Paul is waiting to see you!” Gertrude said with a look that expressed deep worry. Sorsha’s back stiffened with the news but in a tone of clam and collectiveness she answered, “Ok…but give me a minute before sending him in.” Her secretary took on an aghast look but calmly nodded and headed back to the door and exited the room. Sorsha swung around her arms folded under her bosom. She had a look of deep concentrated thought. “Get under my desk.” She told me with out batting an eyelash. “What?!?” I asked confused by the request. “Just do it…PLEASE!” She responded desperately.

I quickly complied and found myself crawling into the cubbyhole like area under her desk. She took her seat and brought her legs under the desk as she looked down at me with care. I held my knees as I sat in a squatted position with my back leaned against the wall of the desk. She placed her legs up against me. I smelled her light perfume. Her feet crossed at the ankle leaning to the right. She was so soft and firm. It was quiet except for the pounding of my heart.

Soon the door opened and I could here papers shuffling on the desk as footsteps came up beside the desk. My fists clenched hard as I tried to stay motionless. “You usually don’t grace me with your presence at work?” Sorsha asked with a cold tone. “Well I thought that I would check up on you as well as drop off these forms to you for the MacAvoy’s case,” he answered with a sharp tone of cruelness. “Does everything meet your approval…?”He asked as he sat against her desk. “No.. I don’t think I need you to check up on me; you’ve never been good at it in the past why start.” She retorted. “Well…I will see you later” he said with a voice of satisfaction for getting under her skin. Before I could breathe a sigh of relief another person had walked into the office. “Hey ya Mrs. Mayweather, I am here for my…uuh…my appointment.” Came the gravely voice of a cranky old man.

By the accent I could tell it was one of the fishermen from the water dock area. Sorsha drew a small sigh and I saw her face take on a pleasant expression from the stressed one she had worn. I let out my breath, which I seemed to have been holding for a long time. The fisherman, Joe Finnegan took a seat at the front of the desk and began talking about his troubles that ranged from frustrations about his nagging old wife to how he has a recurring dream about a giant fish with legs trying to kick him in the butt, and chasing him around the wharf blowing kisses. It was really hard preventing myself from bursting out laughing.

He just went on and on with his story. Mrs. Mayweather looked down at me and had the most amused smile on her face as I sat there rolling my eyes. She then uncrossed her legs and took off her heel shoes. I watched as she lifted her foot and began stroking my chest with great lustful attention to my nipples. My eyes grew big as I tried to fight the urge to vocalise my pleasure. I wrapped my arms around her legs letting my hands stroke her stocking covered legs. She drew her foot to my face brushing it against my cheek. As I kissed the side of her foot I gazed up to her and she had her attention focused on me, as the fisherman seemed to be lost rambling on about his own life woes. She licked her lips as she winked at me seductively. I needed to taste her. I then noticed that her legs were parted in such a way that I had the sight and smell of her sex in my view.

I moaned slightly…. yet quietly enough not to have been found out. I was breathing hard as my heart fluttered against my ribs. I looked up and saw that she had her attention back on the fisherman. I let my hands take a journey over her legs and thighs as I lustfully kissed her knees. The sight of her pussy in front of me mesmerized my eyes. Her hands came down to her knees and she slowly pulled up the skirt of her dress as she repositioned herself on the seat. She petted and stroked my head as I drew my lips to her wet feminine area that she had guided me to. My mouth flooded with her taste. I looked up at her and she had her eyes closed with a content smile. Nothing gave away what I was bringing to her body. I took my free hand down to my jean waist. Quickly I unbuttoned and unzipped myself as I placed my hand down in and let it pleasure my sex in the same way my tongue was taking hers. A shiver came down her thighs as I stroked her and impaled her with my happy tongue. She spoke to me with her hands on my head holding me tighter against her. I stopped slightly and looked up to see her mouth twitch as shivered breath escaped her.

“Are you alright?” the fisherman asked confused. She regained her focus as I paused my actions too scared to breathe or move. “Joe…. Uuuum…. Why don’t we cut this session short…so you can spend time with Jane” she answered, “You and she need to have some time together; that will bring an end to your problems.” Even more confused he asked, “Well what about the fish chasing me?” She shot him a look that said it all. “You know what my answer is from the last time you told me you were dreaming about that fish.” He pouted and answered like a kid who had been lectured by their teacher, “Oh yeah…Uh to lay off Stevie’s Screech.” The conversation between them concluded and he was gone for about a minute when she finally slipped down off her chair to her knees and landed hard her tasty lips upon mine. She furiously licked them of all her juices. We both took a breath away from our passion and she got up and calmly proceeded to the door. I overheard her tell Gertrude to cancel the rest of the day’s appointments and to take the day off.

I was still on the floor resting my head on her warm chair seat when she walked back into the room careful in locking the office door behind her. I rose up and met her as she rushed over grabbing me hard and pinned me against the wall nibbling and biting her attack upon my neck. Her hands acted quickly in her raging desire to strip me totally free and naked. Her searching hand found my aroused vagina and she began to have her lustful sinful fun.

I sung for her my moans and sighs of heavy hard bodily pulses. I felt as though a spell was cast over me and I was powerless to deny anything from her want. I voiced out fiendishly her name and let my mouth spill every desire I wished to do upon her flesh. Her body felt my joy as I shook hard from her stimulating attention. She fell to her knees and started sucking, licking, and kissing my built up clit. I rubbed my nipples gladly helping to bring myself extremely hard for her. She looked up at me as she drank in her work’s reward. I stroked her hair and brought my lips to hers as she shared my taste.

She nipped and licked my ear with her breath blowing her enchanted desire into my swimming mind. “Let me be your tasty butterfly; I will spread my wings for you.” She said with wanting passion in her voice. My hands unzipped her dress with a finger that traced down her spine. All at once she pressed her nakedness to me. The feeling of our breasts embraced tightly made me howl my body’s approval. I licked and kissed her lips feverously not wanting this to end. Her hands cupped my face and her eyes were filling with tears as she led me to her breasts. I took her nipples into my mouth with a hunger and excitement. They each grew harder on my flickering tongue. “Yes, my artist…. I feel your wanting, desiring, creative soul consume everything I have for you.” she spoke in a quivering voice of one who was being taken harder than she had ever known.

I placed my fingers to her puss and let it make her feel my love. She let out a gasp and shuddered hard. She arched her back and cried out for me like a woman possessed totally. I looked at her with fascination and pleasure of her display. “I shall save you in every way possible” I pledged to her. We headed to the sofas and our bodies came together as she griped me hard with her hands not wanting my touch to leave her aching sex. I licked my fingers of her taste and I could hear her whisper and beg for me to have more of her.

When I finally brought my mouth to her pussy she held a look of complete hard fucking desired lust. She let me have it all. My body felt her hands grab onto my head as she rubbed my face into her soaked puss. I loved every mark her hands left on my flesh as she screamed and moaned like a wild heated cougar. Her wet sex flooded its joyous finish from her like liquid candy. She crashed hard onto my blushed body as I came up to hold her. Tears of joy were kissed upon her cheeks. We stayed there till the moon started to light the sky.