Wednesday evening. Dave was back. She'd been waiting for me in the canteen at lunchtime. I welcomed her home with a big sloppy kiss, not caring what others might think. Flushing but grinning, she finally fended me off.
'I've missed you too,' she said, 'but honestly . . .'
There had been no train journeys that evening and, as yet, no fish and chips. I had met Dave outside IT at five thirty and she'd driven me straight to mine. And then I'd dragged her straight into my bed.
Now, after two hours of bliss, our initial burst of passion was spent. I asked Dave about her day and she said it had been easy. Apparently, techies on call run up time in lieu as well as decent rates of overtime. She'd woken at eight, breakfasted in her Travelodge and then taken the M5, M42, M1 route north, arriving in Keighley at quarter to twelve. Then she'd updated her gaffer, lunched with me and gone to the gym.
'I popped back in for a couple of hours,' she said, 'to clear my emails before giving you a lift. I don't like clearing emails when I'm on the road. I tend to delete first, ask questions later.'
I suggested tea/dinner/supper and she laughed. 'There's something I want to do first.'
'Oh yeah?' I grinned.
She got off the bed and retrieved her handbag. Except it was more like a shoulder bag than a handbag. I have to say it was out of character because I hadn't seen her with any sort of bag before . . . not apart from backpacks and travel bags.
'Have you ever seen one of these?'
I studied the item in her hand. It looked like a red dildo but it had a bulbous sort of extension at a right angle to it.
'No,' I admitted. 'What is it?'
'It's a strapless strap-on,' Dave explained. 'This is the pony end.' She pointed to the bulb bit. 'I put that in me and rely on my Kegel muscles to hold it in place.'
'That sounds a bit optimistic.'
'I've practiced.' Dave had the decency to blush. 'I haven't actually used it, but I've practiced quite a lot.'
I had a big void in my stomach. Even though I was unsure if I was excited or afraid, I raised a grin. 'Tell me about this practice.'
'I've worn it while I've done housework.'
'What? Naked with that stuck in you?'
'Yes. And stop laughing.'
'I can't help it. I'm picturing you with a big red hard-on, feather duster in hand. What would you have done if Jehovah's Witnesses had knocked at your door?'
'Ha, ha, ha, Mikki.'
'Didn't it drop out?'
'Not even once.' Dave hesitated. 'If you must know I have my doubts. That's why I brought a harness as well.'
'It fits in a harness?' I gulped. 'Look Dave, I haven't ever tried anything like this before. I might disappoint you.'
'I want to make love to you,' she said softly. 'I want to be loving and tender with you. I want to prove that I'm better than any man you could ever have.'
'Okay,' I said, swallowing another gulp. 'If you put it like that . . .'
Dave more than proved her worth. She was amazing . . . wonderful . . . marvellous . . . pick your own superlative. Having her on me, loving me like that was almost miraculous. If I tried to compare her to the two men in my life I'd die laughing. She was so many times better it was unreal.
And she was tireless! I came quite quickly but did that stop her? No it did not. She pressed on and on and on, driving me from one cum to the next. Again and again and again. I hung on in there as long as I could but eventually . . . for only the second time in my life . . . my body had had enough. I flaked out. I remember yelling, 'Yes, yes, yes! Proper job!' And then . . .
Nothing.
Nothing until I came round, staring up into Dave's incredible eyes.
'Davina,' I gasped. 'That was awesome. I love you, love you, love you.'
She smiled back at me and said the magic words.
'Me too you.'