The meet continued...

"Quite a day", she thinks as she parks her car..."that guy is so fucking different, strange, weird"...the meeting in the car park at Wynberg Park hasn't left her mind all afternoon at work...her damp underwear reminded her every time she moved in her chair...she could still feel his strong fingers inside her, still taste the minty-whisky on her lips. And he was gone just as quickly as he arrived...they barely spoke, she can't remember his voice, but can never forget his eyes, the way he looked at her with a hunger that scared her a little, excited her a lot.

"God I'm tired" she thinks as she walks to her door...it's just after 9, she had to work late to make up for going to meet him..."yes I AM a busy lady Tom, or whatever your name is".

The Seattle Coffee cup on the stairs makes her heart jump...she freezes...a slight chill runs through her, her heart races..."no, just a very weird coincidence" she thinks...her fingers touch the pepper spray as she reaches for her keys, she palms it, just in case...

"You didn't finish"...she jumps at the words, turns...words don't come to her, she just stares at him...he is leaning against the low wall, the light in the street casting a half-shadow across the pathway. He takes a few steps towards her...

"Just stop...don't...just stay back" she says..."what the fuck? You stalking me?"

"You didn't finish...your coffee...thought I'd get you a fresh one...although it's probably cold by now" he says, standing, looking.

"How the hell did you know where I lived? Have you been following me? Just step back, I dunno who you are, what you are, but you don't scare me...just...go"

He holds up what looks like a crumpled piece of paper "you dropped this, just wanted to give it to you, thought it might be important" he says. He steps closer, stops, reaches out and hands it to her...it looks like a statement or a bill of some sort...taking it she mumbles "thanks".

"But fuckit Tom, you can't be following me, hanging around outside my flat...that's fucking creepy...maybe you should just go"...she turns, up the steps, key in door, to go inside.

"Maybe?" ...it's more of a statement than a question..."I also said you didn't...finish" he says.

Still with her back to him, door half open, squeezing the pepper spray in her other hand "what do you mean I didn't finish? You finished me off pretty fucking well, and you know that" she says.

Reaching in to flick on the hall lights, she hesitates. She knows he should go, he's such an enigma, but she wants him, again.

"You didn't finish with me, with what I want. And what I want is what you want, what you need" his voice is right behind her. His hand grips the back of her neck, she drops her bag as he twists her around, the vase on the table shatters as he shoves her against it, crushing his lips to hers. Her hands wrap around his head, her tongue launching into his mouth, a frenzy of violent kissing, gasping, devouring.

He pushes her backwards to the kitchen counter, lifts her on to it...grabbing the top of her shirt, he tears downwards, exposing her. Without slowing, he unbuttons her jeans and in a swift motion, they are at her ankles. He pushes her back, further on to the counter, lifting her legs, making her back flatten on the cold surface. The knife block is to his right...he slides a paring knife out...her big brown eyes widen, shock, fear...

Grabbing the waist of her knickers, he pulls it taut, slides the knife between it and her flesh and flicks upward, flinging the remenants of her black knickers over his shoulder. He lightly trails the knife-tip up her stomach, between her cleavage, under her bra and flicks again. Her firm, ample breasts, her dark erect nipples heaving as she feels her heart racing.

Leaning over her, he squeezes her breasts hard, pinching her nipples, making her gasp and cry out...his jacket already discarded, she pulls his t-shirt over his head, pulling him to her lips again. The kiss does not last, he pulls away, sucking on her lower lip, biting it before taking her nipple in his mouth, biting that too...more gasping, more crying out...

His hands slide down her naked waist, under her bum...his head plunges down, parting her legs further...he doesn't delay, burying his face between her thighs.

Like earlier, his technique is rough, desparate, no gentleness...his hands squeeze her ass, teasing it with his fingers as he thrusts, probes, licks, sucks, devours her again-wet cunt. Her hands on the back of his head, pushing him deeper...deeper...she thrusts her hips towards his face, wanting more than he can give. She feels the edge approaching as he fucks her with his mouth, she holds...holds but can't...a deep cry from within her as she thrusts upwards, body convulsing, drenching his mouth with her cum..."aaaafffuuuccckkk fuck fuck fuck yes" she can't help but cry. He stops, looks up over her stomach, her still-heaving breasts...her head is back, eyes closed,...she pulls him up, pulls him down to her, tasting herself on his lips, his mouth, she feels dizzy, she needs water, air, she needs him...

He stands upright, unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his jeans...taking her hand, he pushes it inside his boxers, squeezing her hand around his cock while he pushes his boxers and jeans down.

She feels the wetness on the tip of his hard smooth cock...she squeezes hard, running her hand down his thick shaft, squeezing his balls until she hears him moan "don't stop" he says...she runs her hand up, down, up, down, getting faster with each stroke and pulling the tip toward her...his cock is like a piece of iron, magnetically being drawn