Chapter 57: Chapter 57

Nikki screamed as she pulled open the washing machine door. The bundle of towels spilled out. Swirls of pink and crimson patterned the formerly bland cream fabric. She had never seen a more chilling sight in the goriest of horror movies. The wedding present from Josh’s favorite aunt, a set of expensive cream towels from the exclusive department store Sampsons, was

now ruined.

This couldn’t be happening in the first month of their marriage. She had taken an extra week off work after the honeymoon to settle into married life and organize the home so it was ready for two newly wedded profes- sionals to use as a sanctuary, haven and love-nest.

But this disaster looked set to destroy everything.

If Josh found out she had ruined the gift from his

favorite aunt he would be hurt. He might suspect she had some Freudian motive for ruining the gift. At best he would think her incompetent. At worst, it would sow the first seed of imperfection in their otherwise idyllic relationship.

She shook her head. Set her jaw. Checked her watch.

There was time to avoid disaster if she acted quickly.

She threw the towels into the rubbish. Thinking fast, she stepped out of her panties and then smoothed her skirt down over her hips. Taking two bottles of his favorite imported beer from the fridge, she snatched her purse and car keys and headed out of the house. Her heart raced as she rushed through the end-of-day traffic. She parked in the underground lot near Josh’s office just as he was walking toward his BMW.

Her window was already rolled down. She leaned out and called, “Hi handsome!”

His grin combined delight and confusion. “Nikki?

What are you doing here?”

She held up a bottle of beer and winked. “I’ve got a couple of things in this car you might fancy after a long day in the office. Fancy a ride?”

He glanced toward his own car for a beat. Then he was by her side, hunkered down by the door. Their faces were so close Nikki could have kissed him without moving more than a millimeter.

“What’s going on?”

“We’ve been married for nearly three weeks,” she

reminded him. “I’m making sure our love life doesn’t turn stale.”

“And you’re doing that by turning up at my office with beer?”

She pressed her lips close to his ear. Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “Get into the car. You can see what else I’ve got for you.”

He needed no further prompting.

As soon as he was in the passenger seat, Nikki pressed the bottle of beer into his hand. She took a quick glance through the windshield, assuring herself that their loca- tion was discreet, and then she lowered her head over his lap.

“Nikki?”

She said nothing. Instead, she stroked the shape of his hardness through his suit pants. He was already aroused. The length of his erection sat fat and desirable beneath the fabric. She guessed the suggestiveness of her whisper had charmed him to a state of semihardness. As she pulled his zipper slowly down the electric atmo- sphere inside the car became more charged.

“Nikki?”

“Drink your beer,” she urged. “There’s something I’ve got to do.”

She exposed the thick pink flesh of his erection. He was already perfumed with the scent of arousal. She traced a tongue against his hardness and then sucked gently on the swollen purple dome.

Josh stiffened in his seat. “This is too intense. I can’t

hold back much longer.”

“Hold it as long as you can.” She breathed the words warmly against his erection. He twitched and pulsed beneath every syllable. “Let me taste your cock until I’m swallowing every drop that you shoot into my mouth.”

Josh groaned.

Nikki wrapped her lips around him and worked her mouth up and down his length. The end of his erec- tion pressed against the back of her throat. She sucked greedily, anxious to please him with as much intensity as the moment would allow. When he finally exploded she was rewarded with the rich taste of his warm, pulsing ejaculate as it swathed her tongue.

She grinned at him as she swallowed. Never allowing their eye contact to break, she licked her lips theatri- cally. “Fasten your seat belt. I’m taking you home for an encore.”

“What about my car?”

“You’ve just had a beer. Your car will be safe here overnight. I’ll bring you back to work in the morning and you can drive it home tomorrow night.”

He nodded. “Are we going anywhere else first?” “One stop in the town center, and then I’m taking

you home to ravish you again.” She said nothing more until she was parking outside the town center’s most prestigious department store.

“Sampsons?” Josh raised an eyebrow. “What do you need from Sampsons?”

She took his and hand guided it to her knee. Urging

his fingers upward, beneath the hem of her skirt, she allowed him to trace the moist flesh of her labia. “I don’t have any lingerie sexy enough for the man I want to excite,” she whispered. “I need to buy something that will drive him crazy with desire.”

His cheeks flushed. Although he had only just climaxed she could see a promising bulge at the front of his pants.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

She giggled. “You’re going to come with me as soon as we get home. Let me make this purchase alone so I can surprise you.” Passing him the second bottle of beer she added, “Drink this. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

And then she was out of the car. Smoothing her skirt back into place, hurrying into the shop, she tried not to think of the ache in her loins that his touch had inspired. She went briskly to bathroom accessories and bought a new set of towels identical to the wedding present. They weren’t cheap. Nikki was devastated to think she had blown a week’s wages on purchasing the replacements. As soon as they were packed for her, Nikki rushed off to the lingerie department. She bought a single black thong.

She hid her purchases in the trunk then returned to the driver’s seat.

“It looks like you bought a few things.” “Necessities for a perfect marriage,” she said honestly.

Her hand slipped to his lap. Her fingers discovered he was already hard and ready for her. She lowered her

voice and lazily stroked him with her palm. “But the first thing I’ll be unpacking when I get home is some- thing more important than my purchases.”

She snatched her hand away before he could respond, and drove them home. As soon as they were parked outside the house Nikki said, “I’m going to change into my new lingerie. I’ll see you in the bedroom.” Unable to resist, she pressed her mouth against his. They enjoyed a long and lingering kiss. Her fingers fell to his groin as their tongues intertwined. His hand slipped slowly up her thigh, stroking smoldering fire against her pussy lips.

She pulled herself from him before the contact could prove too tempting.

In the bathroom she pushed the new bundles of towels onto their shelves. Then she stripped and stepped into the thong.

“Wow!” Josh marveled.

He was naked and waiting for her on the bed as she stepped out of the en suite.

“Do you like my new lingerie?”

He grinned. “You’ll have to bring it closer so I can get a good look before I make up my mind.”

She couldn’t decide if it was the thrill of the successful deception, the taste of him that still lingered on her lips or simply the excitement of being near Josh. Whatever the reason, she was dripping with desire when he plunged into her. Her labia parted easily as his length slipped into her sex. She was in the throes of orgasm before he had

managed to thrust three times. Because he had already climaxed, Josh’s stamina seemed invigorated. When she climaxed for the final time of that session, it felt like she was collapsing into a bed of soft and luxuriant towels.

She drifted into a content and satisfied doze. “Nikki?”

She was alone in the bedroom. Josh’s voice came from the en suite.

“Do you remember those towels my aunt gave us?”

She blushed. “I remember them. What about them?”

“I don’t think they were as good a quality as Auntie claimed. The damned things aren’t drying me prop- erly and they’re leaving fibers all over my body. I can’t believe she’s tried passing off inferior-quality towels as top of the range gear.”

Nikki forced a false chuckle. “Leave it with me. I’ll put them through the wash again tomorrow. Maybe that will help.”

He stepped into the bedroom, his body still glistening with a shiny memory of the shower’s spray. “It’s only a bale of towels,” he grinned. “If they don’t come right with another wash, we’ll go out and buy some quality ones from Sampsons.”