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She wrapped her arms around his muscular body and pleaded, "Fuck me darling," thrusting and grinding her hips in search of Joe's stiff, long cock.

Slowly Joe guided his once more throbbing, eager organ deep into the wet, wanting cunt that Chris had eagerly spread wide for him. As he slid into her Chris squealed and wrapped her legs firmly around the strong hips. Holding him tightly to her now wantonly moving pelvis Chris thrust her eager body at her lover with increasing fervor. She felt him stiffen above her and as his organ began to beat within her grasping cunt she screamed with joy. Her body beat and jerked with the intense spasms of her orgasm as her hands tore at her lover's smooth hairy back. She came again and whimpering softly, "Don't leave me my darling," as her eager cunt held tightly to Joe's now limp cock.

They finally slept clinging to each other in sweaty relief from the paroxysms of joy that had rocked their bodies minutes before.

Chris wakened late. The sun was streaming through the bedroom window and the smell of coffee filled the air. It took her a moment to realize where she was. The rumpled bed and the delicious tingling of her almost sated body served as ready reminders.

Slipping out of bed she saw the Joe had thoughtfully placed a pair of slippers, far too large for her feet, and a rumpled robe, also too big, within easy reach.

As she rolled the sleeves of the robe back and slipped it on she wondered out loud, "Why is every piece of clothing this lovely man has rumpled? Well if we make this a habit maybe I can change that."

Slippers flopping and the robe dragging she headed for the adjoining bathroom. She noticed a hair dyer in place on the lavatory and so took a long shower, shampooing her tousled blond hair thoroughly. As she sat drying it there was a knock on the door followed by Joe's mellow voice asking, "Are you decent?"

"I'm not sure – I didn't think I was too bad but you tell me."

"You are a lecherous young lady with a dirty mind. All I wanted to know was if you were dressed to receive company carrying a glass of orange juice."

"Oh. I misunderstood," Chris laughed slipping on the robe. "Come on in."

Joe, dressed in neatly pressed slacks and a well ironed sport shirt opened the door. He handed Chris a glass of orange juice and raised another in a mock salute before coming in and sitting on the closed toilet. Chris continued to dry her hair and could see Joe in the mirror watching her every move.

"You are a beautiful woman. If you're half the nurse you are lover it's no wonder they don't want you wondering off to the land of greed."

"Thank you. You're pretty remarkable yourself," Chris stammered turning beet red as she remembered their shared ardor. Suddenly she stopped working on her hair and said, "My God what time is it?"

"It's past nine but don't worry I got the Porsche into the employee's parking lot at the proper time. If anyone of that Valley crowd was watching they would have seen a blond woman park the car and run for the hospital entrance – it was a member of my squad but at a distance she might resemble you."

"You think of everything officer don't you?"

"Not exactly. You thought of a few things last night I hadn't even fantasized," he said laughing. "Breakfast is ready so come on."

After a breakfast of French toast, bacon and coffee Joe stood and began to clear the dishes. "You go get dressed because I have plans for both of us today."

Chris did not object to the dismissal from the kitchen but she did object to the fact that she was still wearing clothes borrowed two days ago.

"Look, Joe I need fresh clothes. I'm wearing stuff Marilyn lent me."

"Oh I forgot. My people moved a bunch of your things over to Lena and Stephi's place. We used the blond cop again just in case your flat was being watched."

"OK, I'll get dressed but please get me to some clean clothes before we do anything else."

It took less than an for the two of them to get to Lena and Stephi's home. Joe had a key to the spare apartment the women had mentioned the evening before and after opening the door for Chris he handed it to her and said, "I'll not see you until tonight. We may need you as a decoy for the operation we have planned but the day is yours. Just stay put."

"OK sir," Chris said executing a mock salute.

After Joe had gone Chris wandered around the three room apartment. It was clean, plainly furnished and completely devoid of any food.

"Shit. I have to stay inside and there isn't a damned thing to eat," she muttered.

Suddenly a thought struck her. "Is there a phone?" She ran through the flat and found none. "This is going to be one smooth operation," she muttered opening one of several suitcases the police had brought.

She spent the next hour getting things stowed in drawers and in the bathroom. She went to the bed with some of her own linens and found it already made. "Thank goodness for a few things," she sighed sitting down in a soft, green pastel colored chair.

She must have dozed. What wakened her with a start was a peculiar noise that seemed to be coming from the living room. Picking up a spike heeled shoe as a weapon she tiptoed quietly toward the noise.

It was a door buzzer. Someone was at her private entry. Chris pulled the away from the etched glass of the door and saw Lena carrying a tray covered with a napkin standing there.

"My God I thought that noise was a bomb or something," Chris said, laughing shakily.

"Forgot to provide food and to warn the tenant of weird door bells. Sorry," Lena said. "But I did bring us some lunch."

"Great. I thought you worked today."

"Naw, I have today off and Stephi has tomorrow. You settled in yet?"

"Yes. Thanks for making the bed."

"No problem. Let's eat this stuff while it's hot." Lena walked into the dining area Chris following close behind. Chris was very much aware that under her thin, pink, cotton jump suit Lena was naked. She could plainly see the outline of the tall woman's lean, muscular buttocks through the thin material.

Chris who had finally gotten out of borrowed clothes and into her own loose fitting T-shirt and jeans wished she had donned more to hide her sexual excitement.

Lena put the tray of food down on the table and straightened up to ask Chris to get plates and flatware. Her pink jump suit covered but did not hide her tiny breasts with their large areolas and peg-like, erect nipples. As Chris walked into the Pullman kitchen she could feel the moisture of her growing desire flowing down her thighs from her again ravenous pussy.

Lena had prepared what she called her "down home meal" of chicken, biscuits, gravy and coleslaw. The two women sat next to each other at the small table and ate in silence. Chris was more than a little uncomfortable with her response to Lena's tantalizing appearance. As the meal progressed she was also suddenly aware of Lena's left thigh pressing insistently against hers.

As the meal came to an end Chris deliberately rubbed her thigh against Lena's and felt a surprisingly strong response. She rose to clear the table and Lena said, "Let me help you."

As they carried dishes to the sink Lena said, "You know that Stephi and I have been lovers and companions for years?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what has kept us from what is called, in our circles, 'bed death'? The fact that neither of us is nor wants to be monogamous. With that said I want you to know I find you very attractive and I came up here to seduce you."

Chris laughed softly. "You've succeeded – and it wasn't the cooking."

They stood looking at each for a moment or two and then Lena took Chris' face in her hands and kissed her roughly and passionately. Lena lifted Chris' T-shirt and her strong hands gripped her breasts her thumbs moving Chris' nipples up and down. Chris was pinned between Lena and the sink. She shivered as Lena began to rub her nipples with her palms pressed hard against her firm, tiny breasts.