I Love Banks

I love Banks, especially a Student Bank.
Whats a Student Bank? I hear you ask.
Well its almost my favourite place to hang out.
Its where all the pretty little students do all their banking, during term time, and in the west-end I am spoiled for choice and location.
Of course I only really get serious about hanging out in a Student Bank near the end of term.
Most of the time, if you know me, I can be seen pursuing my hobbie around the cash line machines that seem to be scattered like lovely voluptious cushions all over the west-end.

Nouveau West

I have been here for what seems an age !
I came to this city after signing up for a mystery adventure travel holiday, and I just stayed.
I fell in love with the dinky little cars that dotted and darted everywhere, and the lovely little ring circuit of a subway that first drew me to the delights of the west-end.
It was the mid seventies, I had just gottten my first credit card, I had no debt, I was not dating anyone back home and I quite fancied doing a degree at the local University with its towering spire and abundantly attractive student population.
I settled into west-end life quickly enough, and rapidly became the belle of the ball so to speak.
I was extremely popular with my fellow students, I wonder why!, and soon discovered that education and fornication were much and the same thing.

I get into Debt, the Bank requests!

I very quickly got into debt and as luck would have it discovered a new side to my self.
A meeting was requested by my bank manager.
To my suprise he turned out to be a she!
As all things go, the conversation at first was stilted and akward. I had dressed up in my finest and trendiest outfit, bought with my best credit cards, I had hoped to flatter him with my exqusitely framed beauty. It was not be, or so I imagined!

Debt Consolidation

My last cash advance had apparently put me over my agreed credit limit by a degree or two, she explained!
The Bank was not happy, and a solution would have to be arrived at regarding the debt. Attractive as she was in her dark bank manager suit, her words rung in my ears, I felt them blush and go red. This was not the apperance I was hoping to present, I felt and acted like the school-girl I had only recently left behind.

"If only she had been he", I heard myself mumble. Had I really said it out loud?
Suddenly she smiled, "Young lady your position is not entirely untennable" She paused for breath and I noticed for the first time her pretty cleavage sigh beneath her starched white blouse.
It sounded simple. Debt consolidation and working within a well defined budget, was the solution to my woes.

"We should be able to roll all of your credit card debt as well as your bank overdraft into one consolidated banking budget account . This way you will be able to manage your cash better and with a cheap Student Credit Card still be able to manage some of those little luxuries from time to time."

I squirmed in my seat, I was wearing one of those little luxuries, and right at that moment they clenched my cheeks so tightly that I blushed as I felt the soft rasp of their lacyness against my skin.

A credit to my self

I was a credit to my self!
All the following week I disciplined myself, I studied hard for my degree during daylight hours. In the evenings rather than heading out for fun, I stayed at home and was my own solitary amusement.
I enjoyed my self involvement, my desireable confinment my own beautiful uniqueness.
Asleep, I dreamed blissfully of debt consolidation, cash advances, loans and Student Credit Card facilities. Swirling images of starched white blouses and beautifully manicured fingernails peppered these dreams.
Every morning, I awoke exhausted with a sheen of sweat covering my body, rising quickly, I would tear back the curtains and let the morning sun dry me off............

A letter from the Bank

She had signed the letter with her full name,
Hillary ............... Branch Manager.
rather than the masculine looking H. ..............

The letter informed me that I had some paper work to formally sign that would make the debt consolidation plan formal, and that my new Student Credit Card would be ready to collect also.
As I was to be the last appointment of the day it was suggested that an informal chat about my future, with my Branch Manager would be useful.

My Bank Appointment.........becomes embarassing

I had left the University campus early that day and returned to my flat to get dressed for my meeting at the Bank with Hillary.
"Better not over do it", I thought to myself as I pulled on my snuggly fitting 505`s, "a white cotton shirt will be fine with these, and its a nice sunny day for a walk up to the bank." I pulled on my prarie cowboy boots as a final girlie touch, flounced up my hair and headed down the stairs to the road.

The sun shone warmly on my back as I headed up the road to my appointment.
I felt good, the world felt good, all around me people looked happy, they always do in this city when the sun shines. I passed the cool of the subway entrance to my left and nimbly avoided a scrawny youth trying to brush too eagerly against me. Yes! everyone was happy indeed.
Further up in the distance I could just see the black and white Bank sign, sunlight bouncing off of the aluminium edging making it shimmer and dance with life of its own.

As I entered the cool interior of the bank, I suddenly realised my error of judgement, before leaving the flat I had quickly pulled on my shirt and nothing else. The cold air against my body suddenly perked me up involuntarily, just as I entered Hillary`s office.
I had dressed casually on purpose, but the last thing that I wanted was to look as if I had fallen off of a hot tin roof.

A Student Credit Card and the left and right of things

My "perky" embarassment was obviously apparent to Hillary as she ushered me into her office.
"This weather obviously suits you," she said , as she stretched out her hand to greet me, her grasp was firm but gentle, with a certain grace.

" Ah! thats good, you are right handed," as if confirming what she already knew.
" I have always found that left and right are always across from each other and always collide at the most sensitive times", she mused.

"Please take a seat and we will get these debt consolidation formalities out of the way.", she smiled.

"Oh! by the way I thought it would be nice to give you your new Student Credit Card personally!" She smiled, again, mischeviously as she waved the plastic credit card in the air.
Paperwork was signed and pushed back and forward between us like some elaborate courtship rite. I still had not spoken, and noticed that our hands had not collided once, and suddenly we were finished.

"It`s truely wonderful how this sunny weather perks everybody up!"
The ambush was perfectly timed, and I blushed on que as my cotton shirt raked my embarassment to what felt like an even greater height of perkieness, I could feel them screaming, "We are here, we are here!!"

She was right across the desk from me, her head slightly to one side, long dark hair spilling on to her shoulder.
Suddenly she raised her right eyebrow, "I have some shopping to do locally, would you like to accompany me?"

"Yes", it was the first word that I had uttered since entering her office!

Sun flowers

Suddenly we were on the way out of the bank, and I felt her gently grasp my waist as she propelled us both out into the street, her firm softness pressing against my right shoulder blade.
"To hell with the best credit cards, debt consolidation, banking and credit, my assistant manager has the responsibility of finishing the days business, and I`m looking forward to the week-end!", she whispered in my ear. Her warm breath made me tingly, "These are not going to go down easily!", I thought to myself.

The sun had moved quite a bit to the west and the pavement outside the bankwas bathed in a warm glow, people were moving up and down the road lazily with no apparent purpose, they were enjoying the early arrival of summer.

I had only seen her on these two occasions in the artificial light of the bank, and although I had realised that she was attractive I suppose that I had not taken in how attractive she really was.
After all up until that point she was a bank manager whose sole purpose in life was to reign me in, introduce me to debt consolidation and most of all get me to formally agree to a cash flow plan and a sensible but livable budget.

The reflected sunlight off of the library windows dappled sun beams over her perfect dark silken shoulder length hair.

She wore an immaculate dark charcoal suit business suit, the three quarter length jacket flowed gracefully over her body as we strolled past the library towards the flower seller camped out on the pavement.

I could see her black patent leather high heels, under the slight flair of her snugly fitting matching trousers, beating out a gentle rhythm as we ambled up the street.

A slight breeze wafted back her jacket and I realised that just like me she had only put on a blouse that day.

As she breathed, her starched white cotton blouse stretched gently and revealed her strong firm pert body.

She was perfectly at ease with herself and comfortably exchanged nods with familiar passers by.

She radiated sunlight!

"Wonderful! Magnolias, I love magnolias, two big bunches please, one for each of us. When will you have sunflowers in, keep me some!"

Before I knew it I had two large bunches of pink magnolias thrust into my arms, "Could you please", she smiled mischievously, it was not a request.

A conversation in the sun

I suddenly felt like a small child out on a shopping excursion with her mother.
I was deflated, my ego was bruised. I had been shown my place! I must have frowned.
I blushed again, and heard her say, "Lets go for a drink, that little basement bar across from your flat is usually quiet about now. Its time we had that informal chat, about your current situation and your plans for the future!" Her hand was quickly and firmly attached to my elbow as she gaily whirled us about and pointed us back down the way we had come.

What was happening? Two short meetings over several weeks and all of a sudden I think I know her, did I think she was a friend. God only knows what I was thinking.

I realised that I knew absolutely nothing about her apart from what she had presented at the meetings and during our short walk to the flower seller.
I realised that I had only seen surfaces, beautifully presented but none the less surfaces. I could guarantee that she knew considerably more about me.

"Hillary what age are you?, its very hard to tell!".
I was peeved, this woman was apparently in control of my life, the financial side of it anyway.
To a greater or lesser extent I realised that she had the power of God over me.

My bank manager had managed to get me to willingly sign my life over to the bank and at any moment, at her whim my debt consolidation could be compressed and my brand new Student Credit Card could fail to function at the flick of a switch.

"My dear ................ how forward you are!" Hillary gently replied, "Do you mean, am I old enough to be your mother, or are you giving me a rather sweet compliment? But I can see that you need an answer! When I went to University fifteen years ago I was the same age as you, so I suppose that I am nearly old enough to have been your mother, but thank you very much for a beautiful compliment. . . . . I take it that I am wearing well?

She was so casual and comfortable in her reply that the words stumbled, and very nearly stammered, out of my mouth, "God! Yes!!".

Before I had time to regain my composure we had crossed the road and arrived at the basement bar doorway.

"Ah! Here we are! You first, down you go and watch the steps!

I suddenly felt the pat of her hand lightly on my bottom, almost a caress.
Involuntarily I clenched and felt the familiar grip of lace, I blushed again. But in the gloom I don`t think she noticed.

I had perked up instantly, I was that cat on that hot tin roof again, this time I knew why, and I knew that when we reached the bottom of the stairs she would certainly notice.

Campari and soda, pink magnolias and Kenny

The stairs opened straight into the Safari Lounge, which was a small compact basement bar with dim mood lighting.

Kenny the barman was behind the bar counter, "Good evening ladies, whats your pleasure? Hillary! How are you?, I was too busy admiring the lovely young flower lassie to notice you, your looking gorgeous as usual. Are those Magnolias hen! What can I get you to drink Hillary?"

"Two Camapri and soda with plenty of ice, please, Kenneth."
Smiling and turning to me, she asked "You do like Campari and soda, let me take those."

Before I knew what was happening the thumb and forefinger of her left hand had gripped and gently rolled the tip of my hardness between them, instantly the right cuff of her jacket ploughed against the other. The Magnolias were the perfect camouflage!

In the same instant she was leaning forward her beautiful face gloriously framed on either side by their golden pinkness and still smiling, whispered to me;

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea."

Every pore in my body literally erupted whilst a warm strong tremor ran the entire length of my body, nearly buckling me with the strength of it!

"This must be a dream!"
Before I could answer, "Yes" to the Campari her arm was gently and warmly around my waist,
"My dear, you look slightly flushed, why don`t you go and powder that pretty little nose of yours!, while I get us a corner to settle into. Kenneth be a sweet heart and bring our drinks over please."

On my way across the lounge all I could hear was her voice whispering "In Xanadu.........." All I could see were her soft firm lips in slow motion mouthing the words " ... stately pleasure-dome decree:".

I was suspended in a slow motion trance and very nearly collided with the outer door of the Ladies Room.

My reflection in the mirror told it all, my neck was flushed that pinky red right down to, as far as I could see, well below my collar bone. My pulse was pounding and almost ringing in my ears. I could see and feel my absolute ridgity reflected in the mirror. With every movement my cotton shirt raked me and sent new tremors cascading through me.

When leaning forward and pressing lightly against me she had swayed just enough to let me know how hard she was. I could still feel where she had pressed and undulated across me.

I tidied my face up, composed myself as best as I could, reopened the Ladies Door and to my horror the empty lounge had started to fill up. I hurried my way through the crowd trying and failing not to make physical contact.

Debt Consolidation and Xanadu

I could have left immediately but instead I found where Hillary was sitting, and sat down beside her in the corner. It was a relief to sit down, my mind was struggling with questions that would not form, "Does she think I am .......", "Did she really do .........", "Why am I still ........." and on and on.

Nothing would form, I was sleepwalking.

I had felt her eyes on me as I struggled through the crowd, her gaze was friendly and benign, as if she were proud of me. If a man had patted and tweeked me without permission, especially one whomI had only met twice and knew nothing about, he would have been thoroughly slapped and despatched.

"A little powder works wonders, not that you need it my dear, you looked gorgeous coming through the crowd, I think you turned just about every head." She paused, still smiling, "Have a sip of your Campari. I think its time we started planning your future.”

I listened in silence as she explained the detail and consequences of the debt consolidation agreement that I had signed. If I failed to keep to the agreed budget, the bank would have no option but to cancel my new Student Credit Card and move for recovery of the debt. One problem lay ahead and that was the summer break. It and the christmas break had partly been the reasons for my credit card and overdraft over spend. With no work permit I had been and would be unable to get a summer break job.

She was looking at me intently, almost hypnotically, “I think Micawber sums up the situation succicently,

“Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen pounds nineteen and six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds ought and six, result misery”.

Cash

“My dear .......... we must concentrate on your happiness.”

I was totally unprepared for what happened next. Suddenly, as I stared back at her and started to nod agreement, her hand was in between my thighs and she was gently but forcefully stroking me.

“If you will permit me!” Why wasn`t I stopping her? “I would like to offer you some useful and reasonably well paid employment” Sensation was all over me as she continued, “It would be mutually beneficial to us both, you would have a regular income in cash to supplement your student grant and I would have a useful inventory of the various family collections that I have inherited.

Still stroking me, she asked, “How does that feel to you?”

“Wonderful”, I replied breathlessly.
As I said it, I was in turmoil. What was wonderful, the prospect of cash, Hillary`s hand between my thighs or both.

Before I could decide, her hand had left my thighs and was cupping my face gently and warmly, “Good thats settled then, drink up your Campari like a good girl. I think you should see where you will be working” Smiling, she stood up,
“Be a dear!” as she handed me the bunches of Magnolias, ” Did I tell you they compliment your complextion beautifully”

A Fast Black

Her jacket gracefully flowed to the gentle sway of her hips as we mounted the stairs from the lounge, I was transfixed, confused, my 505`s felt tight and once more the little luxuries gently rasped me.

I nearly...., and then we were out on the pavement, the sun was going down, casting a shadow over the day. A cab drew up, “In you go”, she gently patted my bottom and was snuggled, smiling, up beside me in the moment. ”You live over there on the corner of Ashton Road, up top with the commune people, what's it like!”

Before I could answer she was giving direction, ”Westbourne Gardens, please driver and don't` spare the horses we are in a hurry!”

I sank back into the warm softness of the old taxi`s leather seat as it accelerated up Hyndland Road. The taxi braked at the lights, we were thrown slightly forward and Hillary`s arm was round my waist steadying us both, “Oh! that was quite a surprise, are you all right darling?”

I could feel her hand gently stroking my waist and hip through my shirt.
As the taxi speedily left the lights behind, her hand moved slowly down my lower back into my jeans, suddenly her fingers touched my soft skin rubbing me gently.

I breathlessly moaned, as she lent across, soft lips brushing my ear, whispering warmly, “We`re nearly home my darling”

Suddenly the taxi stopped, “ There you go Hillary, home safely and quickly as usual, sorry about that wee jolt at the lights!” Was there anyone that didn`t know her!

I was glad of her hand resting on my waist as she steered us across the pavement and up the steps to the house, my legs felt as if they were about to give out under me.
I was in a state of utter confusion, it must only have been about seven O`clock in the evening, I had been in her company for only a matter of hours, but it seemed as if it had been forever.

No man had ever been so familiar, so blatant, so quick and so damned skillfull and I had put up little or no resistance.
I felt as if I had been scooped up by a whirlwind and I had no idea where it was taking me.

I Sing the Body Electric

Electric tension ran through me as she unlocked and opened the door, her hand brushed lightly against my forehead easing my hair back, “Come in, come in.”, she said it neither pleadingly nor hurriedly, she just said it and I obeyed.

Every hair on my body was standing on end in mindless anticipation, the door closed quietly behind us and I heard the dull thud of the lock pushed home.

A ghostly light shone in through the stained glass panels on either side of the door dappling pale colors romantically across the white walls of the hall way.

She stood directly in front of me only inches away.

Slow Motion

I was quivering and my pulse was pounding exotically through my entire being in anticipation, expectation of what lay ahead, time had stopped, when I heard her say quietly, “Well this is where you will be working, but I really think,” there was a momentary quiver in her voice, “we .. should ... get to know ..... each other a little bit better than we do!” I watched her smiling full lips mouth the words in slow motion, I was in a near trance state when all of a sudden we were all over each other.

I panicked as the Magnolias began to slip from my grasp, skillfully she retrieved then from disaster placing them in a large cut crystal vase, “Don`t worry these are for the morning!” and I was pinned firmly, but gently against the wall once more. “You look radiant in this light” she whispered to me as our hands searched each other out.

Every thing was happening in such a delicious slow motion. I surrendered, enslaved myself, my being to the moment.

I was slipping into a wondrous well as my hands found their way inside her jacket and gently and probingly traced her ribs with my fingers all the way around to her back.

Entwined

She pressed against me, moaned and sighed quietly as I arched my body into the luxuriousness of hers.
We were entwined, we were one.

Her right hand which had been fondling and stroking my bottom moved round and down, squeezing between us, I instinctively and eagerly relaxed as my 505`s peeled open, her hand slipping tightly in and exploring for and finding the the edges of my lace.

She arched back slightly, head to one side, looking intently at me with mischief in her eyes “So this is what you have been spending the banks money on!”, her fingers continued to stroke up and down the lace, going further and further with each slow, slow caress. ”Just as well for you young lady, that I love the sensual feel of lace.”

She watched me as her caresses went deeper and deeper finally coming to rest and cupping me, I shuddered intensely as her palm began to rub deeply into my lacy-ness.

In total abandonment I brought my right hand around and down, searching, she clinched it tightly, rubbing down again and again, the soft fabric sensuously grazing my knuckles.

“Yes! Yes!”, my hand move up, as she mouthed the words her eyes dreamy and half shut, found a button and slid down a zip. Her stomach was flat and soft, her skin silky and moist as my hand probed deeper and deeper until I cupped her also.

My thigh pressed hard against the back of my hand, grinding, pushing probing as we pulled tighter together.

Delicate Kisses

Just in time we found each others lips, in the darkness and I felt myself being smothered in the most beautifully delicate kisses, I abandoned all rational and shudderingly gave up all control of my being. I felt us both shudder and shudder as we moaned blissfully into each others mouths.
Wave after endless wave crashed against our shores as we symbiotically merged and became one and the same in those intense moments of ecstasy.
Finally exhausted and lovingly spent we held each other in comforting embrace and I cried.
Raising her lips from my neck, Hillary noticed my tears, “Oh! Pet what`s wrong, you sound so sad!”
“No! No!”, I bubbled out through the tears, “I`m ecstatically happy, its never been this good before. I mean its been good before but never! never! anything like this.
“I did`nt think you had ......”, she started.
“No just normal stuff, this is the first time like this, I never ever thought I would have done this. No! No!, I didn`t mean it that way”
“Well in that case we must make sure that your first is not your last, then musn`t we”
Kissing me on the cheek she slipped out of her jacket, ran her fingers through my hair, “Grab those two wine glasses and that bottle, its a rather good red and has been airing for about four hours, I think you will like it also!”
“This way”, her hand stretched out to find my waist in an embrace and a soft light penetrated the hall as she opened the door into her living room.

Fire light sparkles

“We can relax on the rugs in front of the fire and talk over a glass of wine”, she winked mischeviousley, “take off your jeans and relax, we don`t want you catching a chill do we now!”
She was already heading towards the fire which had the largest sheep skin rugs I had ever seen, and casually and in one smooth movement stepped out of her trousers, turning to face me she beckoned with outstretched arms, “Come here and I`ll help you get those off!”
I placed the wine bottle and glasses on the tiled hearth and felt her hands firmly rubbing my shoulders and slowly turning me around.
Standing in front of me at arms distance, both hands still soothing my shoulders, she looked magnificent. The firelight was glowing in her long dark hair and the only light in the room was combining to make her white blouse near transparent. It only just covered her modesty.
Between the hem of her blouse and the top of her stockings her thighs glowed delicately, a small glint of moisture on her inner thigh sparkled in the fire light.

On a rug on the floor

Pulling me towards her, me she took my hand and cupped herself with it, pressing in my fingers gently. She was soft and very moist as she glided back and forward up and down my fingers.
Her hands on my hips she teased my jeans down until kneeling in front of me she smothered my tummy with kisses, sensually probing my belly button with her tongue all the while slowly raking the back of my legs softly with her nails
She stopped abruptly and patted the floor, “Come down here and we`ll get those jeans and boots off!
They came off easily almost too easily and she giggled, “How did you know I loved lace!” My pink socks with their white lace trim had been exposed with the removal of my prairie boots.

“I didn`t, how could I, we have hardly ever met!” I stopped abruptly and thought out loud, “The wine bottle was open, the two glasses, the crystal vase for the magnolias, the unlit hall, this fire burning away, the whole day, you planned the whole thing! Why? And why me? Why me?” I was angry, but it was quenched by the fact that I had enjoyed it. No I had loved it. I felt a lump in my throat.
“Oh no!, Please don`t cry”, she was beside me cradelling me in her arms, her lips at my ear, “You could have walked away at anytime if you had wanted to really, I mean how many men would you let be that forward with you!” she whispered. She was right, could she read minds as well, I turned to look at her.
“Yes! Yes! Before you ask. The job is real, very real, and you will see what I mean when I show you around the house tomorrow!”
Her hands travelled gracefully upwards until they were both cupping me, gently caressing and squeezing the breath slowly out of me, “You are staying tonight?” she was whispering and staring at me in a way that no one had ever done before, “after all it would be a shame to waste the little feast I prepared for us earlier today!” It had the desired effect, I burst out laughing. In a breathless breath our lips met again our tongues probing, our hands travelling, probing and discovering each other.

Dancing Spiders

The warmth of the fire on my body and the tickling sensation of the rug as I lay back drove me to new heights of hunger. She sat astride me gently rubbing her moistness on my tummy, her hands rubbed and twirled me through the coursness of my shirt and then I was unbuttoned and exposed to her gently raking nails. Small delicate spiders were dancing across my body. Still gliding on me, she raised herself up and placed my right hand palm up on my tummy, settling back down and trapping it between our flesh.

Suddenly she slid herself onto my right thigh, my hand followed and stayed with her, moaning silently she lazily started rubbing my thigh with her right hand, delicately teasing at my lace until sliding underneath it she grasped my bottom and slid her fingers in behind me gently probing and rubbing.

I was rapidly sliding back down into that deep wondrous well when suddenly she slid down my leg leaving my hand behind,
“Oh! Please! Please Don`t Stop!.
Silently in reply she slid back and started gently lapping my tummy and my hand, her hands worked their magic symphony above her until she slid up and and started slowly kissing and probing my mouth with her tongue.
It tasted like no other kiss that I had ever experienced before, warm and slightly sticky, she was gently and delicately introducing me to her flavour, to her scent. My left hand was gripping her neck and pulling her mouth even deeper into mine, I could not get enough of her. My right hand danced down her back and forcefully pushed between us till it was in place. She shuddered as my fingers shifted between her and in response her right hand slid deep below the lace gently spreading me. Yes she was right our hands glided easily past each other as we locked tighter and tighter together. Her tongue and lips danced over my body until all of a sudden she was nuzzling at my lace and probing deeply with her fingers. I was alight with lust and passion as I drew my moist hand over my body covering myself in her scent. My fingers came to my mouth and I readily let then in, savouring every one , licking every last drop of her off of them.
I was writhing in ecstasy as she slid my lace down and entered me with her tongue, darting and flicking alongside her fingers. I was screaming and crying with absolute lust as she finally covered me completely with her mouth. Her tongue moved up and danced repeatedly on the right spot as she started to suck me deeply into her mouth, nibbling me, rolling me gently between her teeth driving me in and out of consciousness, blurring my vision. The only noise I could hear was my blood thundering through my ears.

Slowly and purposefully she slid up me, she had covered herself in me, and slid up to my mouth with ease. As I opened my mouth we kissed and new flavour flooded in spilling out on to my cheek, she was filling my mouth with me and probing with her tongue mixed our scents and musk together, merging them. A new trembling ran through me tipping me back into oblivion and her fingers were between me again rubbing, squeezing, opening and prodding me over the edge willingly again and again. Wave after delectable wave surged through me, her mouth clamped tightly on to me her tongue electrifying me, exhausted I drifted out of consciousness

Whimpering Angel

I was slowly awakening from one of the most erotic dreams, the most erotic dream, that I had ever had in my life. I felt relaxed and comfy. But it was strange I could feel a hand resting on my bottom, slowly stroking and I was warmly wrapped in some sort of fur. I could smell food somewhere and as I slowly opened my eyes, I remembered that it was not a dream. I was shocked had I really been that eager, had I done all of that and let it be done to me.

I had! and I had done so, so willingly, so easily, without pressure, without coersion.
It was something that I had never even thought about nor had I been curious about. Admittidly the situation had never presented its self before today. All of my experiences so far had been male and I thought mainly good even if sometimes a bit boring. I mean I was`nt a .............

“Ah! good you`re awake, you have been asleep for about forty minutes, I`ve brought through some food for us. Did you have pleasent dreams?, she leant over and kissed me lightly on the neck and whispered, “you had an angelic smile on your face and you were whimpering, it was quite sweet to watch you.”

Whimpering

“Whimpering! Look we need to talk.” Just awake, I was confused, we had to talk seriously about what we had just done and what I thought had been done to me. “ I`m sorry, but we need to talk about this”

“Oh please don`t be sorry, I don`t like to see you unhappy. Lets have some of this wonderful food, some wine and talk for a while. You look absolutely beautiful wrapped up in my alpachas.” She lent across my head and her erect nipple grazed my crimson cheek as she moved, her breasts were beautiful.

“Now hang on you`re doing it again!”
“Doing what!” she smiled handing me the large glass of red wine.
“Diverting me, teasing me, making me feel comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.” I stopped to take a sip of wine and the smell of exotic food awoke my hunger. “Can I have something to nibble”, oh god! I didn`t just say that, “ I mean to eat, it smells wonderful, what is it”
As if to reassure me her hand gently soothed my hip, “Of course you can, I made us some small spanish tapas dishes. They are mainly cold except for the mussels which have been steaming in a tomato and basil sauce, they smell delightful don`t they.
“You`re doing it again, your trying to divert me!”

Her response was swift, she pulled a mussel shell out of the pot, opened it and fed the half shell with the flesh and juice into my astounded mouth. It was, delightful. I slurped the juice through my lips and pulled the flesh from the shell with my teeth. I chewed slowly, realising the symbolism of the food. It had been planned also.

She laughed quietly ”No really I`m not. But you are right we must talk things through.
Everything that happened today happened with your approval, not once did you say stop. Not once did you think of turning and running.
And yes, to be frank I was pursuing you, probably more aggressively than I would have wanted. But I felt the opportunity would not present itself again.”
I interrupted, “Are you telling me that you set the whole thing up, planned it this way just to have me!”

Hillary paused still staring at me still smiling quietly, “Well sort of.”

“But why! Why me!”

“Thats obvious you are a very beautiful young woman, and lets face it we all aspire to possessing beauty one way or another” she paused, “and I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you!”
For a second I was silent, she had complimented me again and it felt good,
“But when?” I rasped, my mouth was slightly dry and I took another sip of wine.

Love at first sight

“I first saw you about a year ago in the bank queue, I think that you had just set up your account.
It was late afternoon and I was consulting with one of the bank counter staff, when I happened to look up. The afternoon sun was shining in and bouncing around your hair, you reminded me of a Pre-Raphaelite Angel. Over the next few days that vision of you kept popping into my head. I found it hard to stop thinking about you, fantasising about being with you. I remember thinking that I was guilty of being a cradle snatcher. I knew nothing about you, who you were, where you were from, I was pursuing an elusive dream. I decided to put it and you out of my mind.”

I was silent. She passed me a small bowl of green and black olives. “Have some of these they`re pitted”
She paused again.
“And then about two and a half months ago I saw you again. I was in the Aragon with some theatre people I know. I was talking to Giles from the Citz when you came in with a friend. The effect on me was instantaneous. I could not keep my eyes off of you. You were standing at the bar with your back to us. I started to mentally strip you, my eyes followed every curve of your body, I imagined what it would be like to know you to be with you.
I decided that I would buy our company the next round of drinks, as an excuse to get up to the bar beside you. As I got near I began to smell you”
“You what”, I interjected, my mouth was full of olives and it must have come out aggressively, Hillary haltered, but only slightly.

Temptation

“I`m sorry, I didn`t mean you, I meant Xanadu, the perfume you were wearing. It`s one that I like. We had something in common. As I eased myself into the bar, I suddenly, almost involuntarily caught myself rubbing into your bottom with my inner thigh. I was shocked and excused myself past you and ordered up a round of drinks so quickly that I forgot my own. I was in a state of extreme agitation when I returned to the bar. As I heard your voice, I could feel myself becoming moist. hearing you had an hypnotic effect, I was in a daze as I returned to my company. I knew that I could not stay and drank up quickly, excusing myself with a headache. I needed air and walked slowly up Byres Road. To my surprise you passed me by wafting Xanadu in your wake. You crossed at the traffic lights and made for the door on the corner of Ashton Road and Byres Road unlocked it an went in. My heart jumped I knew where you lived. That was the last time I saw you until our first meeting in my office.”

I was astonished, ” Are you telling that you have had this planned for months!”

“ Well yes”, still smiling she stroked my waist, “but I had our interests firmly at heart.”

“Wait a minute, Our interests!, don`t you mean yours. I mean havn`t you stalked and hunted me down like some sort of trophy. Just what do you mean.”

A Gentle Grasp

She smiled serenely as her fingers reached over my waist and gently grasped the small of my back. She had drawn herself a bit closer, “ Well when I returned to the bank the next day , I checked your address in our files to find out your name, I knew that you were one of our customers, and as I am manager of the bank I had a look over your account. It was not disastrous at that point.”

“So you manipula....”, before I had finished the sentence her finger was lightly at my mouth.

“Shoosh”,she purred, I did not manipulate you, let me continue before you make judgement. As I said your account was not disastrous at that point, but I quickly realised that, you were about to move into a very serious, very precarious position indeed and that you would need more help than the bank would be willing to supply!”

“What on earth do you mean, I`m possibly foolish, but certainly not stupid. I signed all of those papers, having read and understood them. I knew that I could just about scrape by even without a job. It would be very tough of course, but I figured if things got really tight then the commune people would at least feed me over the summer”

A chance meeting

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She smiled, almost sadly, “ And there in lies the problem. I am afraid that you will not be able to depend on them. You see a week before I saw you in the Aragon, I happened to bump into the chap who runs the Bank below your flat. As owners of the property they were unhappy about the fact that they had what amounted to a multi occupancy commune in the flat, when it had originally been rented as a family home. Apparently the anomaly came about almost as a matter of inheritance in a sense. The two flats in the building had always been rented to employees of the bank and the one below you is occupied by the current manager of that branch, the chap I was talking to. Your flat had originally been occupied by the previous manager who died three years ago, leaving behind an only daughter, your current landlady, the highland sounding girl with the large breasts and a love of honky tonk piano at all hours of the day!”

I smiled slightly as Hillary continued,
“The bank in its wisdom decided at the time, that it would be only fair and right to extend the tenancy at the current rental and conditions to her. Apparently she has been informed that she is and has been for quite some time, in serious breech of her tenancy and has been ordered to quit the property by the end of the coming month. Your neighbour below you , a Bank manager of some standing, has been unhappy with the comings and goings, the party's and especially the piano. He is a big classical music fan. He is apparently going to be moving and the Bank has decided that it would be easier to get rid of both properties and the problems at the same time.