‘Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!’ he groaned, his hips bucking, as his seed boiled up, then spewed out of him, into ...the woman’s mouth. He thought she’d stop what she was doing then, but she didn’t, not right away. The woman kept working on him with her lips, tongue, and fingers, sending sensations into him that were so intense that they verged on pain. His legs went weak and his fingers clawed at the smooth metal of the car’s roof. Then, finally, the overwhelming. She rang me about 4pm from her mobile for collection, whilst on the phone I heard a male voice speak to her, I asked what was going on, she said a guy had just said she looked lovely and goodbye as he was obviously about to leave. She said he had earlier whilst in the pub smiled at her a few times.During the next few seconds I learnt from her he was about 40ish handsome and appeared to be a builder. I do not know why but I said have a drink with him, Sue declined, I knew that as he was leaving. “And that was…”“The first. A good first. Ágætis Byrjun.”“Ah, Sigur Rós…”“It means ‘A good start’.” Yep, still the same bookish Emma. “You?”“It was good. A good first. Með Suð Í Eyrum Við Spilum Endalaust.”“‘With a buzz in our ears, we play endlessly.’ Maybe not tonight. I just want to lay with you.”I clambered off Emma and retrieved the quilt from the end of the bed. As I pulled the quilt across the mattress I moved to her side, encouraging her to move so that she didn’t have to lie in the damp. As you lay there in disapproval, I place my finger tips on your cheek. Slowly I run them around your face, your lips and your neck. Grabbing your wrists when you try to move again I hold them in one hand to keep you still. I continue running my finger tips on your neck and across the top of your chest. Gently I brush my skin against your breast, running my finger tips in circles around your nipple but never touch it. Hearing you sigh in disappointment as you begin to pant makes me grin. Running.