Authors: Keziah Hill
Sensuous Stories (10 page)
It would drive her mad anticipating where
those fingers would go next. When he lingered at her entrance,
drawing out her juice to slide around her clit, she wanted to weep
for more. He never seemed to tire but would just go on and on,
stroking and tickling her, till she was half crazy with the need to
come. Then he’d put his mouth on her clit and suck it until she
screamed for mercy. Or more. She was never sure which.
It was hard to reconcile his worship of her
body with who he was. He wasn’t overly bright. Nor very
imaginative. Like any good crim, he had gaol tatts all over his
body. They were spidery and crude, made with ink from a ball point
pen. She was lucky that L-O-V-E was tattooed on the fingers of his
right hand. She didn’t think she’d fancy being fucked with
H-A-T-E.
Those fingers were good for other things
too. Rolling joints, weighing smack, holding the knife as he eased
it into the guts of his partner. He wouldn’t have got life just for
that, but shooting a cop, that was different. Pulling the trigger
with those clever fingers got him a permanent slot inside.
It had to happen. He’d been spiralling out
of control for months. Using and finding drugs dominated his waking
hours. There were very few left for a lazy session of finger
painting. Even before he’d been caught, she’d decided it was time
to make herself scarce. Disappear for a while. Maybe go up to
Broome or the Alice. But now he was on remand, she felt sorry for
him.
“
Did you leave your knickers
off?”
“
Yeah. How are we going to
get it out? I can’t go to the toilet now, they told me they’d
cancel the visit.”
“
I know. Put your jacket on
your lap so it’s over my leg and kiss me again. Soon something’ll
start goin’ on, so you need to open your legs for me. You’ll like
that won’t you, baby? It’ll be like old times.”
“
What?”
“
Don’t panic, we need to go
slow and watch the cameras. When they turn away, I’m gonna reach
under your jacket and stick my fingers in. I won’t have time to get
it out before the camera comes back so you’re gonna have to sit
very still. Hopefully, things’ll hot up in here and they won’t
notice us.”
She stared at him, not believing what she
was hearing.
“
You’re kidding! We’ll never
get away with that!”
“
Sure we will. I’ve forked
out a fair bit for this. I’m not givin’ up now and neither are
you,” he said staring at her, his shark like gaze pinning her to
her seat.
This was the one and only time, she vowed.
No more. She was mad to think she should do him a favour. She would
get out of here and go straight to the airport. Get on a plane and
just go.
“
Now,” he said as the camera
turned.
The jacket covered her short skirt and his
arm. As she leant forward to kiss him, he slid two fingers into her
cunt. She could feel them grasp onto the plastic balloon, then
still. He deepened the kiss, using his body to press her back
against the chair. She gasped as she felt his other fingers slide
into her ass.
She broke the kiss and glared at him as he
grinned at her.
“
Don’t move,” he
whispered.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder,
feeling his fingers move inside her, mapping her again. He slid
them in and out frantically, as if wanting more from her than just
the smack. A trail of sweat trickled down her back as his fingers
continued to search and tease her, back and forth, relentless. The
knuckle of his bent thumb was wedged hard against her clit which
pulsed, hot and tight.
“
You can’t move. You can’t
make a noise. Just sit there,” he said. His eyes were glittering
and feverish as his fingers worked her, pushing her up and
up.
She didn’t think she could hold it in. But a
crash behind her bought her some time.
“
Good, baby, good. It’s
happenin’.”
The fight got louder and louder as two crims
on the other side of the visitors section stood and started
throwing punches at each other. Guards came running, chairs fell
and everyone started shifting and scrambling away. Two women
started in on each other, slapping and yelling, pushing and
shoving.
“
Now, let’s get this
out.”
“
No!” she gasped, clutching
on to him. “Not yet!”
She drew her legs together keeping him in.
“Quickly!” she begged. “Now!”
His grey, dead eyes glittered as he worked
her, rubbing his knuckle against her clit, hard and fast.
Yells and screams surrounded her. An alarm
went off as more guards pounded into the room.
She sat motionless, silent, as tiny shards
of heat and cold, and sharp, searing pleasure slammed through every
nerve end, every blood vessel. As the world exploded around her,
shattering into brilliant, pulsing fragments, she held her breath
to keep the noise in, prolonging the rush for as long as she
could.
He pulled out the balloon and swallowed it,
just before the camera swung back. His hand was covered in her
juice. He wiped it on his overalls smiling at her. She exhaled in a
huge shudder and pulled quickly away from him. Standing, she walked
to the exit, not looking back.
She would miss those fingers.
The End
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