The prompt was "Friendship" and as it happens there are aspects of Isobel's story this week that reflect that - serendipity is a wonderful thing ;)
....but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
Offering response to my own--these repay me;
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.
WALT WHITMAN, City of Orgies
It was in those moments when sleep was near but awareness was still sustained albeit at a reduced level that she felt her body ache for physical contact. It was the same way her body sometimes told her to run and run hard. One afternoon after taking just such a run she took a bath rather than use the shower and idly began to explore her body and use her fingers to open her cunt and stimulate her clitoris. She drifted towards sleep but made her self stop long enough to come to a relatively gentle orgasm before finally falling into the arms of Morpheus.
The cooling of the water awakened her and she got out and started to dry herself. As she thought back over the last hour, she realised that having sex must have been a very significant part of her previous life. It wasn’t just something she knew how to do but more a deeply learned skill much like the way she ran with mind and body working seamlessly together.
The experience after the concert had been fun but she wanted to have sex with someone who shared her utterly committed approach. But there were the scars to consider. She had no explanation and for all her self-confidence no idea what to say if she was asked about them. She wouldn’t have fucked the old man if she hadn't been more than a little drunk.
Despite the strangeness of her situation in many ways she was content, almost happy. She had her books and had discovered a collection of CDs that to include all her favourite music. She had Dog and most days they explored together and found yet more beautiful places. But each time she saw or felt the scars she thought again about who she had been and what had happened to her.
There was a small town a few miles beyond the village which had the trappings of civilisation – even an internet café and a railway station. She had bought a burner phone – she wasn’t sure why she had opted for anonymity but it instinctively it felt right. It wasn’t much use, of course, with no signal at the cottage but at least now it had a few numbers logged including a taxi firm and the old man.
They had met by chance a few times in the village since the night of the concert and even went for a drink in the pub though she resolutely stuck to soft drinks. He had never mentioned what they did and was polite, friendly and a very useful source of knowledge about the village and surrounding area. He did ask about her story, of course, but she was becoming adept at hinting at some sort of breakdown caused by doing a job she couldn’t talk about. Sometimes she wondered how close to the truth this actually might be.
She ordered a dildo and a vibrator from an online sex shop and when she when to collect them from the shop in the village that accepted deliveries felt herself blushing like a 15-year-old despite the utterly anonymous packaging. She made use of them and while they brought her pleasure, they did nothing to explain why she felt sex was so significant to her. She began to wonder if having sober and utterly uninhibited sex might trigger some memories. Casual sex was possible even in the village as she had discovered but she instinctively felt that going on the prowl for sex was something better done in a big, anonymous city.
The journey from the town’s railway station had taken almost two hours but she was here now and sitting in a coffee house creating a gmail address for herself. Googling on her phone wasn’t really giving her many clues as to where to look for a pick up. She thought about the various dating apps but the ideas of spending hours “swiping right” was a turn off. Her search had thrown up a few escorts who worked independently but they were all women. She stopped herself and mentally back tracked. Why was she assuming it had to be a man she had sex with? She startled her fellow customers by laughing out loud as a clear image of herself wearing only a harness and a large rubber cock came into her mind.
One of the escorts had declared herself to be bisexual on the front page of her web site and Isobel scrolled back and copied her number without pausing to consider further. She wasn’t surprised to get the woman’s voice mail and left only the briefest of messages saying she was interested in getting together. She was surprised when just moments later her phone rang and she realised it was the woman returning her call
“Hi Isobel, this is Luna. How can I help?”
Isobel realised she was in that place once more where her body was taking charge and without thinking she asked when the woman would be available.
“As it happens, I’ve had a cancellation and I could see you right now. My flat is near the railway station…”
Isobel pressed the number she had been given and heard the street door release. She was now more than a little nervous but also very excited as she climbed the stairs. As she entered the flat she looked for Luna and there behind the door stood a woman with dark hair almost to her waist wearing a flimsy robe which did more than hint at the figure beneath it. The face was beautiful but it was that of a woman who had stories to tell not a mere girl.
She followed Luna into the room beyond noting just how much her arse wiggled and realising it was due to the 4in stilettos she was wearing. Isobel felt very under dressed in her jeans and summer shirt but she was also very, very aroused. Luna gave her a glass of water and beckoned her to the sofa.
“So what can I do for you honey…”
Isobel explained that she was single and horny and wanted to have sex with someone who knew what they were doing all of which was true. She felt she needed to talk about her back so she said that there had been a very bad accident and hoped Luna wouldn’t be too shocked. Luna told her to stand and began to undress her slowly until she was completely naked. Isobel was trembling though not from the cold as Luna ran first her fingers then her lips over the scars. She felt her self being steered to the bed and relaxed into the moment as Luna explored the rest of her body with lips, fingers and she was sure at one point toes too.
Softly whispered questions established what Isobel wanted and Luna was happy to provide. The orgasm that her tongue delivered was infinitely more powerful that the vibrator had achieved and it felt completely right to reciprocate. Luna’s cunt was warm and so wet it she could almost drink her juices. Her lips were very different to Isobel’s own with the inner ones dangling long and thin and inviting and above them a piercing graced her clitoris. Now it was Isobel’s turn to whisper and from somewhere deep in the buried part of her mind came these words.
“I want to fuck that wonderful arse of yours until you beg me stop - and then I'll do it some more”
Without a word Luna moved from the bed and Isobel feared she had just ruined a beautiful afternoon but within seconds Luna returned holding a harness and a large rubber cock.
“I’d like that very much” she said “but only after you’ve thoroughly rimmed me.”
Later, much later, as they lay together Luna spoke softly once more but this time with a very different note in her voice.
"Do you want to talk about the scars? I've done some heavy stuff in my time and I know whip marks when I see them. But a whipping that left permanent scars like that isn't something anyone could have consented to."
For the first time since her awakening Isobel felt tears welling up. Luna held her closer and let her cry herself out until she finally fall asleep in her arms.
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