Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... about that, whatever it is. You need mentally decompressing. All that pent up lust has just got to come flooding out. For me, letting out that shit will be fucking amazing. I just love big explosions. For now though, we must keep the other stuff at bay. You will find it easier to deal with that way.” “Okay. You know you are absolutely right,” said Drew. “I must confess the other women bit is turning me on more than a bit.” “Predictable,” snorted Barbara, “Another bloody stereotype. When are you going to surprise me and be a bit different?” “When we are in bed. Come back with me and find out,” he chuckled. With that they stood up and left the tea shop. Reaching his car again, Drew politely seated Barbara and then drove uneventfully back to the hospital. It was starting to get dark as they went into the Doctors Mess and up to Drew’s room. “Come on in,” he said unlocking the door and standing to one side to let her pass. Barbara walked in turning towards him after he had switched the light on and pulled the curtains. Now abruptly faced with the inevitability of what was to come, they paused awkwardly. Looking at each other there was sudden atmosphere of acute mutual embarrassment. After Barbara’s earlier confrontational approach and now in his personal domain they were unexpectedly diffident as to who should take the initiative. Growing tension became immediately palpable. Breaking the impasse Barbara laughed, wide eyed and incredulous. “Oh shit,” she said, grinning at him, ...

... “This is so fucking clinical isn’t it? We are here to shag, not have a bleeding gynaecology consultation!” Invading his personal space, she looked deep into his eyes, “To make this easier, I am going to treat you like I would any reluctant girl. Get your kit off now. I want to see what you are packing!” Drew felt immediately relieved because she had taken control. Her earlier directness and down to earth practical approach had shaken him to the core. Directness in a beautiful woman was hugely attractive, but at the same time he was confusingly shocked and equally aroused, most especially because it had occurred in a purely sexual context. Moreover this was an adult experience he had not come up against before. Apart from the distraction of all those frustrating inhibitions inherent in the endemic British middle class prudery of the times, this was also rapidly transforming into an unprecedented lesson in the transfer of power and control from a man to a woman. Here, in a highly charged erotic setting, both elements were being torn completely away from him. The resulting experience felt both exhilarating and frightening, especially to the obsessive control freak which he would readily admit to being. Their encounter now promised the immediate certainty of untrammelled carnality, sensual exploration, and the raw, unashamed, slaking of lust; the shag of a lifetime no less. It definitely was not going to be a pretty dance of the intellect, or even the beginnings of a courtly ...