David Hope: Donna

Donna was late. As she walked into the office, appearing slightly breathless, heads turned towards her. Slowly at first, then more rapidly. Normally, she was well-groomed and confident. Today she seemed to be slightly deshabille. Not dishevelled, but just looking as if she had dressed in a great hurry. 

She was flushed, as if from some physical exertion. Her hair was out of place, an unusual occurrence.  She was wide-eyed and alive. The calmness she generally exuded had been replaced by some sort of nervousness, as if she was both regretful and satisfied, unsure of which was appropriate.  Excitement and trepidation seemed to flow from her. This was a new Donna, a revealed Donna. A girlishness had replaced the maturity she usually displayed.

Her sensuality, hinted at in the past, was in full flower.

Her co-workers were speculating. New lover? A morning tryst?

Donna was aware of the attention she was generating. She smiled inwardly, musing on the events of the last twelve hours, basking in the afterglow.

Yes, she thought, it is true, Frenchmen make better lovers. Jacques had been a revelation over the last few weeks. Attentive, kind, thoughtful, generous and always considerate of her feelings and needs just as she had been of his. It had been a slow and thoroughly pleasant seduction, which she had welcomed wholeheartedly. Many hours at galleries, parks and events. Intimate dinners. Hand holding, kisses and embraces that thrilled and promised more.

And last night, the anticipation that had been building was finally fulfilled. After a meal, which Donna had difficulty in eating, so intense was her expectation, they had gone up to the lovely room Jacques had booked for them. Donna had never had any doubts about the evening and how it would unfold.  She was no starry-eyed virgin.  The slow building of their relationship had given her a confidence that had sometimes been missing from previous liaisons.

After a shower together, where they had gently and unhurriedly soaped and washed each other before patting each other dry, heightening the level of intimacy.  They moved as one to the comfort of the large bed, naked and aroused.

Jacques slowly caressed her body, kissing, nipping, nuzzling with a deliberate and measured tenderness. Donna responded in kind, thrilled by the tautness and strength of his body, his smell and the faint roughness of his skin. Slowly, they fondled each other until the moment they had both been waiting for arrived. Jacques entered her.  With mounting intensity, his body moved over her, the intensity slowing as he brought her arousal along with his, increasing as he sensed she was nearing a peak and, in a final increase in tempo, reaching a climax as Donna joined him in orgasm. They continued to caress, arouse and fulfil each other long into the night.  They slept briefly, continuing the lovemaking in the morning before the realities of a working day intruded.

Changing the coffee filter in the lunchroom Donna murmured to herself, “Thank you, Jacques!”