I shook my head. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. Not to someone like me.
The bell above the door rang and an elderly couple entered. Mr Jacobs reappeared from the stock room, all smiles as he saw the new customers. ‘Amy,’ he said pleasantly, ‘we have customers when you’ve finished ringing up that gentleman’s purchases.’
I pushed the paper back at Jorn and walked over to the couple to ask them if they needed any help. I heard the bell ring behind me as the gorgeous, sexy man who had brought me to orgasm in the Fantasy room left the shop but I resisted the urge to turn around and watch him leave.
* * *
‘Hit harder! Make the killing stroke!’ the Master at Arms shouted as Jorn attacked the punch bag. The chains holding the bag to the ceiling rattled each time Jorn struck with a jab or a right hook. At the Master’s instruction, he put his entire weight and the strength in his body behind a punch that would kill a man if it landed in the right spot. ‘Good!’ the Master said, his French accent thick. ‘Very good!’
Jorn stepped back from the bag, sweat pouring down his naked torso. He had been training for over an hour, the Master putting him through his paces with a tough unrelenting regimen of physical exercise. Jorn had begun dressed in a black tee shirt and black martial art pants but he had discarded the tee shirt after it had become drenched with sweat. His muscles ached and his lungs burned from sprinting back and forth across the large gym. He put his hands on his knees and breathed deeply, trying to recover his strength.
‘No rest,’ the Master said. ‘Broadswords. Come.’ He walked across to an area that had been demarked by a large red square painted on the wooden floor. At either side of the square sat an array of swords in wooden racks. Jorn selected a broadsword and the Master did the same after donning a heavy padded jacket and protective mask. He looked over at Jorn and simply said, ‘Come.’
Jorn advanced, the sword feeling heavy in his already-tired arms. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand but his thoughts kept wandering to the girl in the bookshop. He swung the blade at the Master’s padded stomach but his strike was blocked easily.
‘Again!’ the Master shouted. ‘Keep your mind on the fight.’
Feinting to the left, Jorn changed the sword’s direction and struck for the Master’s head. The Master raised his own broadsword and deflected Jorn’s easily before going on the attack and slapping the flat of his blade hard into Jorn’s stomach.
The pain of the blow sent Jorn spinning backwards. He lost his balance and landed on his ass. The Master stood over him, looking down and frowning. ‘Your mind was elsewhere, Jorn. If this had been a real fight, you would be dead.’
Jorn stood up and bowed to the Master at Arms, as was the tradition in the Order Of The Black Rose and as it had been for centuries.
‘Go and shower,’ the Master said. ‘And tonight, I suggest you meditate to calm your mind.’
Jorn placed the sword back in the rack and headed for the locker room feeling dejected. Why was he so affected by Amy from the bookshop? He had only gone in there to find some novels to read during quiet moments in his room but as soon as he had seen her sitting behind the counter, he had felt an undeniable attraction to her. What happened in the back room of the store had perhaps been less than noble of him but he hadn’t been able to help himself. If she had asked him to stop at any point he would have but she had let him touch her. She had wanted it.
He nodded to a few other members of the Order in the locker room and stripped off before stepping into the shower room. He turned the temperature up to hot to ease his aching muscles. As the spray played over his body like heated needles, he closed his eyes and tried to forget about the girl. He had to get his head together if he was to be included in the next mission. Only the strongest... both mentally and physically...would be chosen to undertake the dangerous missions.
He turned the water off and grabbed a towel. Back at his locker, he spoke to Lee, a fair-haired member of the Order from California. Lee was also preparing for the next mission and his body looked buffed and toned from his training. Jorn told him about the girl in the bookshop and as the words came out, they sounded more like a confession than a simple telling of events.
Lee listened then shrugged. ‘What’s the problem, Jorn? These aren’t the old days. We aren’t sworn to celibacy. Enjoying a woman is the best part of being a man.’
‘I can’t get her off my mind. My training session went bad because I was thinking of her.’
‘You must forget about her. Physical relations are fine but to have a relationship that goes any deeper than that is forbidden. You had your fun, now move on.’
‘So we are all doomed to lives of shallow relations? What about our needs?’
Lee took a pair of jeans our of his locker and put them on. ‘Remember who we are, what we do. You can’t really expect to have a relationship with a woman. You might not be here tomorrow. You might not come back from a mission. Besides, the Order is secret. It has been for hundreds of years. Relationships with outsiders endanger that.’ He touched the gold necklace around his neck, his finger tracing the talisman that depicted a dragon with a rose in its mouth. Jorn wore an identical talisman around his own neck. All members of the Order did. ‘Remember why we wear these and what they signify,’ Lee said.
Jorn nodded and said he understood but after Lee had left, he dressed quickly in black leather pants and a loose white shirt and took the elevator down to the underground parking garage. He climbed into his dark blue Mustang and checked his watch. It was almost seven thirty. The bookstore closed at eight. He had made a note of the closing time from a sign on the shop door. As he drove out onto the London streets, he wasn’t sure what he was going to say to Amy. He just knew that he needed to see her.
It began to rain.
*
I couldn’t believe it had started to rain just as I was closing the store. I didn’t even have a jacket, just an unwieldy umbrella that I juggled with in my arms as I locked up. By the time I had pulled down the shop’s metal shutters and secured everything the way Mr Jacobs had shown me, I was soaked. My dress clung to me uncomfortably and my hair stuck to my face and neck. Great.
I needed to find a taxi fast. I couldn’t wait to get home, get dry and curl up on the sofa with a big mug of hot chocolate. I wanted today to be over. My behaviour with the customer in the back room of the store made me feel weird. Why had I allowed myself to lose control like that? It definitely wasn’t the sort of thing I did. I was usually timid around guys because of my size but today I had behaved like a wanton sex-starved strumpet! There was no denying that Jorn was hot but I was still surprised at myself.
I knew that tonight when I was in bed I would be thinking of the way his strong hand had cupped me between my legs, the way I had pressed myself against him and ground myself against his palm.
I set off down the rainy street in search of a cab to take me home. Everywhere seemed deserted at this hour and I wasn’t sure why Mr Jacobs kept Pulp And Paperbacks open until eight. There had hardly been any customers at all after six, which was a much more civilized time to close. Staying open the two extra hours for a couple of measly sales seemed pointless.
The only sounds were the clicking of my heels as I walked and the hissing on the rain as it landed on the pavement and on my umbrella. I peered into the wet darkness hoping to see an illuminated taxi sign. Why was everywhere so deserted?
‘Hey there, gorgeous.’
The voice made me start. I looked sideways into an alley to see two young men taking shelter there. They looked to be in their twenties and they were both thin and rough-looking. I ignored the comment and walked on.
Behind me, I heard one of them shout to me, ‘Hey, what’s the rush?’
My heart started to pound in my chest. This was the last thing I needed. Please let there be a taxi down the next street. Please.
I heard them run to catch up with me. I wanted to say, ‘No!’ to them but I was too scared. An
involuntary whimper caught in my throat. Why couldn’t they just leave me alone? One of them grabbed me by the arm and I pulled away, shouting, ‘Let go!’
‘Aww, come on, be nice,’ one of them said. Now that they were closer I could see them more clearly. They were both dirty and seemed to have grime embedded in their skin. They were thin and looked as if they might be on drugs. They wore filthy jeans and sweaters and they looked as if they didn’t even notice the rain which poured over them. Their attention was on me.
‘What’s in the purse?’ they demanded. ‘Give us some money!’
‘Please,’ I said weakly.
They pushed me up against the wall and ripped my purse from my hand.
‘Come on, let’s go,’ the one with my purse said, backing away from me.
‘Hold on, look at the huge tits on her!’ his companion said, his eyes locked to my deep cleavage.
‘Please let me go,’ I whimpered. ‘You’ve got what you want.’
‘Stan, come on!’ the guy with my purse seemed nervous.
‘I’ve never seen a pair so big, man. I’ve gotta have a feel.’
‘No,’ I pleaded.
The constant hiss of the rain was suddenly punctuated by the roar of an engine. A car coming down the street at speed.
The purse-snatcher hesitated, unsure whether to run or stay and fight. His body jerked nervously as if he was getting ready to sprint off at any second but something kept him from going just yet. ‘Stan!’ he barked.
The dark blue car screeched to a stop and I could hardly believe my eyes as Jorn jumped out. The purse-snatcher decided at that moment to run but it was too late. Jorn grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the wall. My purse went tumbling onto the pavement and the thief groaned as he collapsed next to it.
Stan looked at Jorn with wide eyes and muttered, ‘What the fuck?’ as my rescuer grabbed him and pulled him off me.
‘I didn’t mean nothing, man!’ Stan said but his words were cut off when Jorn punched him in the face, sending him sprawling into the road.
I stood against the wall, feeling cold and scared and confused as I watched Jorn pick up my purse and bring it over to me.
By the time he reached me, everything faded into black and I fainted.
*
I woke up in a hotel bathroom. The hissing of rain had been replaced by the hissing of the shower. It was hot and steam filled the room. I was sitting on the floor, propped against the wall. Jorn was kneeling in front of me, his hands around my back, unzipping my dress.
‘Hey!’ I protested swatting his hands away.
‘You have to get out of these wet things and into the shower. Do you want to catch pneumonia?’
‘I can do it,’ I said, struggling to get to my feet. ‘And you can leave.’
He shook his head. ‘You’re freezing and you’re in shock. I can’t leave you.’
‘So you think you’re going to watch me shower? No way, pal.’ No man had ever seen me naked and that was the way it was going to stay. I got unsteadily to my feet, leaning on the sink to keep my balance.
‘I think you may have been injured when you got slammed against that brick wall,’ Jorn said. ‘I need to take a look at the back of your head.’
‘Are you a doctor now?’ I used both hands to steady myself, looking at myself in the steamy mirror. I looked like crap. I was wet and shivering, my hair was plastered to face, my makeup running in black and blue streaks down my cheeks and my dress clinging wetly to every bump and curve of my figure. Jorn was also shivering. He wore a white shirt that had become transparent with rainwater and it revealed a tight, lean muscular body. He even had abs like those guys in fitness commercials. And he wore tight black leather pants that showed off the bulge of his package.
‘Where are we?’ I asked, looking into his grey eyes in the mirror.
‘We’re in a hotel. After you fainted, I could see you were in shock and possibly injured so I brought you here. You need to get into that shower, Amy.’
He was right. The cold felt like it was seeping into my bones. ‘What about you? You’re shivering too.’
‘I’ll join you.’
‘Oh, you’ll join me, will you?’ I asked sarcastically.
He nodded. ‘Yes.’ He started to strip off the shirt. I watched as the slabs of chest muscle were revealed, followed by his broad strong shoulders and thick upper arms and finally the chiselled stomach muscles. What was he, a fitness instructor or something?
He unfastened the pants and slid them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His manhood was thick and hung heavily between his legs. Big, thick and uncircumcised. I looked at it through the steamed mirror and that switch inside me got turned to the ‘on’ position. Despite the cold, despite being in shock, I felt turned on by Jorn for a second time that day. He wore nothing except for a gold chain around his neck with a dragon pendant.
I turned to face him. ‘Sure, it’s OK for you to just strip off with a body like that. Some of us aren’t quite so...toned.’
He stepped toward me. ‘Amy, you are beautiful. You are a sexy woman. I am going in the shower. If you want to join me, then come on in. If you want to shower alone after I am done, I will leave you in peace.’ He slid back the shower door and stepped into the hot steamy spray. It looked so inviting, so warm.
I felt cold. And scared. ‘I don’t want to be alone,’ I said. I reached back and unzipped the dress before peeling off the uncomfortable wet fabric and stepping out of it. Standing there in my bra and panties and suspenders, I felt ashamed of myself. My arms were big, my thighs were chunky. Jorn could clearly see my belly and the way it hung over my knickers. My huge breasts thrust at the cups of the white lacy bra which was probably big enough to cover Jorn’s head. I had never been so exposed to a man’s eye before.
As if sensing my discomfort, he turned around and leaned on the tiles on the shower, lowering his head and letting the hot water trickle down his back. His ass was tight and perfect, the backs of his thighs muscular and strong. And he had turned away so I could undress in private. Maybe chivalry wasn’t dead after all.
I quickly unhooked the bra and removed my panties before I changed my mind. I got onto the shower behind Jorn and closed the door. The hot water on my freezing skin felt like burning branding irons. I gasped as the heat warmed me up.
‘Can I turn around now?’ Jorn asked, still facing the wall.
‘No,’ I said. I felt comfortable like this. We were both naked and warm and he couldn’t see me.
‘I need to look at the back of your head,’ he said. ‘Check to see if you took a bump.’
I sighed. ‘OK. I’ll turn around first then you can check.’
He nodded. ‘OK.’
I turned around, feeling the hot shower on my back and bottom. I felt Jorn’s hands parting the back of my hair gently, feeling for lumps. Because I’m a big girl, when I stand up my ass is pretty prominent and sticks out behind me. I could feel Jorn’s groin pressed against me there and that contact made me breath excitedly and made my nipples grow into two sensitive hard buds.
The contact with my ass had the same effect on him. I felt his manhood twitch against the soft flesh of my backside then grow hard until it was prodding against the crack of my bottom. Behind me, I heard his breathing grow heavier. I had never had his affect on a man. Never. Whenever I had been in bed with a man, the lights had always been off and it had taken a lot of manual stimulation to get him hard and even then I was sure he only got that way because he was fantasizing about other women. But here was Jorn, standing behind me in a shower and getting hard because he was pressed against my plump ass.
‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered deeply in my ear.
‘It’s fine,’ I whispered back.
He shifted slightly, rubbing his hardness against me. ‘Your head is fine,’ he said, trailing his fingers down my hot wet neck and back. He slid his hands around me, over the sides of my breasts. I shivered but I wasn’t cold anymore. His fingers found my erect
nipples and he brushed them softly. I moaned and pressed myself back against his hard cock, feeling its hot hardness press against the crack of my ass.
As his hands caressed my heavy breasts and teased the sensitive nipples, I reached back slid a hand down his lower stomach, curling my fingers around the root of his hardness. He groaned as I slid my hand up his wet shaft then back down to the root again, holding him against my big ass and stroking him firmly. He felt so good in my hands...strong and excited. The fact that he was so obviously turned on by me made me feel sexy in a way I had never felt before. I caressed his cock and slid my fingers down to his heavy balls, feeling their tight weight and tickling the ball sac with my fingernail. Jorn moaned and pushed forward so the bulbous head of his manhood pressed into the cleft of my bottom.
‘Please,’ he whispered, ‘I need to be inside you.’
Assenting to his desire, I placed both hands on the wall and leaned forward, giving him access to the dripping heat between my legs. His hands left my breasts and slid over my back, over my ass cheeks, to the juncture between my legs. I trembled with excitement as he fingered the folds of my pussy lips, pushing past them to my entrance.
‘Such a juicy pussy,’ he whispered breathlessly. His fingers entered me and I moaned and pressed myself back against him.
‘I’m ready,’ I moaned. ‘Give me your cock.’
He took his fingers away and I felt the head of his manhood press urgently against my lips. He pushed forward and entered me.
I cried out at the sudden invasion of his thick cock into my body. He held my wide hips and pulled me back against him so he could get deeper. I felt him slip all the way inside me until his lower stomach pressed against my ass. He grunted and started to fuck me, thrusting powerfully and filling me with his hard length.
‘You feel so good,’ he grunted, slamming himself into me.
‘So do you,’ I moaned. This wasn’t the ‘hide my body in the dark and hope he doesn’t feel all my bumps and curves’ sex I was used to. This wasn’t the ‘make sure you have items of clothing near the bed so you can put them on afterward so he doesn’t have to see you’ sex I had always experienced. This was carnal and honest and open...a man and a woman naked and fucking.
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