The Road to Redemption

by Stephen Morris

  “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 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. Suddenly she was gone.

  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 out, 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. What was it, 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 reminder 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 10:45 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 the 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 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. 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 here there was a mixture of old and new furniture, that all seemed to go together. He studied it and realized that it all blended in, due to the colours matching, between the old and the new. Very clever he thought, he would have no trouble selling this house, if given half a chance.

  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 the towel off her head and was sitting, using a hair dryer, in front of her dressing table mirror. 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 kissed her shoulders she slowly stood up and started to turn towards him. Without losing touch with her as she turned, 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 was possessing 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. He wondered what she was doing. However she then positioned herself on the bed, lying on her side, propped up on one elbow and looking straight at him. To John 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 from her.

  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 with a kiss 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 letting him be in charge, as she took her pleasure from him.

  He really enjoyed this, as he was not able to do it with Audry. Within a few minutes or so Alice’s love noises grew louder and faster, until she was making her familiar muffled cries of pleasure and the shaking started. But this time knowing about her multi orgasms he held back. He was going to go with her on her second orgasm. After a while she went limp again and he rolled off her.

  He lay there cuddling up to her back with one hand around her on her breast still gently kissing the back of her neck. He could feel her heart still pounding faster than normal, from the orgasm. He could smell her clean fresh body from the shower, she had before he arrived. He was drawn to her smell, it took him back somewhere, to a pleasant distant memory from his childhood, but he didn’t know or care where from. He was just savouring every sensation from the moment.

  God she felt good. He started to move his hands over her naked body, down her side to her legs, softly massaging her well-toned calves, feeling every inch of it. She just lay there as her heart slowed to normal rhythm. After a few minutes of massaging, Alice started to stir. She felt for him and this time turned on from the massaging, he responded.

  Slowly she turned and sat up. This time she indicated for him to roll onto his back. She orally worked on him, which made him moist. She then sat up on his thighs, facing him. Next she bent over and with both hands on either side of his face kissed him, with a fully open mouth. Then, she sat up and leant backwards, as he moved both of his hands up, to massage her beautiful breasts from below.

  Next she sat forward and maneuvered him into her. She was warm and ready for him. As she worked on him, she leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, so he could suckle, one, then the other, of her breasts.

  Then from underneath, he cupped both hands around her beautiful firm breasts, as she laid back with her knees together and her feet beside him. Gently she rocked back and forward on him, using everything he had in her. God she was beautiful. He lay back and released her breasts, fascinated by watching her use him. Her breasts were moving in slow motion with the movement of her body, as she rocked back and forward on him. The room was partially dark, silhouetting her body. It occurred to him, was this real or was he just imagining it? No, it was real; he could feel his own pleasure starting to envelop him.

  Now she was moving faster, making faster and louder love noises. Then he felt her knees tighten and her ankles push hard against his sides. She was thrusting up and down on him and her love noises were now frantic. Her heart was pounding. She was losing control. Then a cry, as she threw her head back and her whole body shook with a massive surge of pleasure. This was all too much for John and not able to hold himself back any longer, he went with her, as totally together, they both became lost in their raptures of pleasure.

  His pleasure was over in one gigantic rush, but hers continued to go on and on, as she shook and shook. She is a love machine he thought.

  Finally, her shaking stopped, as she took a deep breath, then lay forward on him, with her head facing away, exhausted. Her hair was in his face. He could smell it was still partly damp. How he loved her smell.

  She lay on him for quite a while, as he gently massaged her shoulders, then her sides, then moving his hands down to her behind, then down to the back of her thighs, so tight from all the power walking. Her full weight was on him but they were both now fully relaxed and satisfied, still in each other.

  After lying on him for sometime enjoying his massaging, she started to move up and down on him again. This caused him to harden.

  She lifted herself up on him and tossed her hair back. Her beautiful breasts, moved in synch with her once again, gently swaying from side to side. She pushed against his chest with both hands. As he hardened, she became more and more excited, moving faster and faster. This time she didn’t tighten her knees and feet around him. She lay back with her arms fully stretched supporting herself on his upper legs. In fact she had her legs apart going faster and faster, riding him. Then she started to shudder again, but this time there were no cries, just shuddering, as she achieved, what only a woman who is fully attuned with her body can achieve, a deep and satisfying internal orgasm.

  This time she really was exhausted, as they lay there, with her on top of him. She seemed to be in some sort of a trance, but John’s mind was still working. He wanted this to last forever. He wanted to run off with Alice and marry her.

  After a while he couldn’t help himself, he had to ask,

  “Have you done this with anyone else Alice?”

  She sat up as if surprised, quickly coming out of her trance, she rolled off him. The question did not please her.

  “Why do you want to know?’ she asked, becoming irritated.

  “Well I just wanted to know if you do this with other lovers,” said John, sensing her displeasure at the question and trying to make it more acceptable. But in fact it had the opposite effect.

  “Oh my god, you don’t know do you John. Where have you been living? Under a mushroom? I thought you were a man of the world. Yes, if you must know, I had another relationship recently.”

  “Who with?” John was becoming quite demanding and she was becoming even more agitated at his prying.

  “Well not that it’s really any of your business but it was an instructor at the gym. He was only young, well very young really, in his early 20’s. I had to break it off; he was becoming obsessed with me. Started to stalk me and all.”

  “What about Bill? John was still demanding more.

  “You don’t get at all do you John? Bill and I have an open relationship. He’s up there in Queensland right now, with his secretary.”

  “And you approve of this?”

  “Of course I do. I’ve met her a number of times. She's young and lovely. Bill says we might even get together for a threesome some time.”

  “You know the other night. I told Bill I fancied you. He knew we were up to something when we went into the kitchen. That's why he warned me so loudly he was bringing the plates in. We laughed about it when we got home. Bill reckons the look on your face was priceless. You still had some lipstick on the corner of your mouth.”

  Suddenly everything was taking on a new meaning. While all along John thought he had been the predator, in fact he had been the prey. He suddenly felt extremely offended; his ego had been badly damaged.

  “Well what am I supposed to tell Audry?”

  Quick as a flash she responded,

  “Well that's your problem isn’t it?”

  This was a hard side he hadn’t seen before.

  There was a lot of tension in the air. The calm and peace from their lovemaking had totally disappeared. He got dressed and walked outside. His pride had been mortally wounded. Well at least that's what he thought at the time.

  As he walked back across the road to get his car and drive back to work, he realised that unlike last time they hadn’t made any arrangement to meet again. He was about to turn around and go back, but something stopped him. Pride, ego or whatever it was he had had enough for one day.

  He got into his car and drove back to work. His mood was totally the opposite, of what it had been after Monday, at the Wilson’s house. How could it have been so beautiful, but ended so badly.

  Chapter 10 George and Mildred.

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p; His mood wasn’t changing. Each day he was becoming more and more depressed. Surely it had meant something to Alice. It had certainly meant something to him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. That magic moment on the balcony at the Wilson’s house, when time stood still and the cries of pleasure as Alice climaxed. It was all so fresh in his mind, as he went over and over it, again and again. Yes it just had to have meant something to her also. It did didn’t it, didn’t it?

  A week went by but there had been no sign of her power walking. Every day he scanned the street as he drove to and from work. He even changed his departure and arrival time, to when there would be the most likely chance of seeing her. But still no Alice. Come to think of it, there had been no sign of young Susie either. It was as if they had both somehow disappeared off the face of the planet.