How to Catch Butterflies (30 page)

“Well, I had the biggest dick I’ve ever seen last night.” Rebecca squealed with laugher as Lucy continued; “And I’m sore today, I swear to God Becs, it was fucking massive.”

They both fell about laughing before Rebecca asked.

“So when are you seeing him again?” There was a long pause before Lucy answered.

“I left before he woke up,” again the laughter erupted between them.

*

Christopher Harper had fallen back to sleep after checking his apartment for Cinderella. But she had gone. Once he had resided himself to the fact, he went back to bed, and fell asleep.

He was woken by his cleaning lady vacuuming. He pulled back his Egyptian cotton sheets and walked naked into his bathroom heading into the shower.

He couldn’t get ‘Cinderella’ out of his head. She had left him again and he didn’t even know her real name.

He grabbed the towel wrapping it around his perfect waist, and walked into his kitchen heading for his fridge, grabbing a bottle of mineral water, taking a good drink, before noticing the note that Maggie his cleaner had left on the worktop;

Mr. Harper

I found these in your sitting room this morning.

Signed Maggie

Below the note Maggie had left were a few business cards. He walked towards the recessed coffeemaker picking up the cards from the worktop on the way, and he read them aloud. “Lucy Watters.” So his ‘Cinderella’ had a name, and he had her work address and her work & mobile number.

After Chris had dressed, he sat at his breakfast bar. He had his coffee in one hand and Lucy’s business cards in the other.
So she worked within the music industry, that would explain why she was at those particular gigs.
As he stared at the card, he finished his coffee; he reached for his phone and dialed, after a couple of rings a voice answered;

“Lucy Watters’ office…I’m sorry, she’s unavailable for the day…May I take a message? Are you sure I can’t take a message… No problem happy to help.”

*

Lucy’s phone rang; she didn’t recognize the number and assumed it would be a work related call.

“Lucy Watters,” she waited for the voice at the other end of the phone to speak.

“So ‘Cinderella’ you have a name after all.” She sat there stunned.

How in the hell did he get her number? How did he know her name?
No sooner had she thought it, Christopher spoke again.

“If you’re wondering how I got your number, you dropped some of your business cards when you left this morning in a hurry.” She was speechless.

“So I take it your off today? I’ve already called your office, and they said you were unavailable for the day. So, why did you leave in such a hurry?”

Lucy was dumbstruck momentarily and then she thought
Bastard he’s using the Socratic Method
, she laughed as she purred.

“Well I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful, it would have been a shame to have woken you,” she cooed having got her groove back.

“Believe me I wouldn’t have minded you waking me,” he smiled. He was still looking at the card positioned in between his fingers, as he thought her answer quick and sassy. “So, what have you planned for today? You’re free YES?” He asked.

“Err nothing major; just relaxing after a busy night. You know how it is.”

As she had slumped into her oversized couch lying back against the big comfy scatter cushions. By now Lucy had relaxed, she could almost hear him smile at the other end of the phone. She actually was enjoying the responses the man at the other end of the call was giving. He had a great sense of humor accompanied with a great timing. After all, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t slept with him and his ‘massive cock’. Just the thought of ‘IT’ made her loins ache with desire. She squeezed her thighs together as if it would stop the sensation.

Actually when she thought about it…the whole package of the handsome Adonis, was totally desirable, the huge ‘cock’ was a just a fantastic bonus making her involuntary squeeze her thighs tightly together again.

“Good’ he replied as he heard no contention to his offer.

She loved the confidence in him. She found it a very attractive quality and he had already so much going for him already, she smiled to herself.

“Where can I pick up from?” he asked.

Lucy liked the fact he didn’t mince his words either, she was still quiet she couldn’t help but feel the need to tease him.

“I’ll need an address or do you want to come to me? It’s totally up to you?”

She thought of the handsome, big cocked Adonis.
Why not, it wasn’t like she didn’t want to see him again
,

“Okay,” she purred. “This is my address.”
She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this; she might as well get hung for the flock rather than just the sheep
.

“Right,” he said. “I’ll be there in an hour. I just have a few things to sort out and I’ll be with you then, okay ‘Cinders’?”

Lucy laughed as she responded with a “Whatever” and casually hung up the phone.

She put down the phone on the table, the realization suddenly dawned on her, ‘the big cocked Adonis was coming over. She flew around the apartment. She was giving the place a little tidy up, it didn’t need much with only her living there now. Before running up the stairs and getting ready for Chris Harper’s arrival.

The hour passed by extremely quickly. She had looked at the clock as the buzzer rang. She knew it was him as soon as she picked up the receiver to the intercom,

“Hey it’s me,” Christopher’s voice echoed over the speaker’s handset.

Lucy pressed the buzzer unlocking the main entrance. She tried to calm herself after having rushed down the stairs from her bedroom.

While tiding, she had put on the ‘Kings of Leon – Sex is on Fire’ which was playing on a loop, and playing very loud, but that’s how Lucy liked her music. She was wondering what to do with herself as she posed against the counter, when he knocked at her door.

Lucy hadn’t taken the latch off the door; she would have no choice in having to open the door herself. He knocked again.

“I’m coming” she yelled as she walked to the door.

She opened the door, and there stood this strikingly handsome man. He was even better looking than her sex filled memory remembered.

He stood there a bright smile on his face, which erupted into a beam as his eyes met hers. “Cinderella,” he exclaimed, as he stepped forward an entered her apartment.

Christopher’s hands were behind his back, she couldn’t see what was in them. He spun around to face her direction, while his eyes taking a fleeting look of her apartment.

“Nice place, very nice.” He still had his hands behind his back. Lucy swiftly made her way to the kitchen,

“Can I offer you something?” she asked.

Lucy grabbed her water jug pouring herself a glass, as she turned; he was right behind her causing her to spill the contents on them both.

“Sorry” was all she could manage as their lips locked.

Their tongues entwined, he reached and took the glass from her hand, placing it on the counter, all the while, their kissing intensifying rapidly.

Christopher broke from lips whispering into her ear, “So, why did you leave this morning? I woke up and you were gone.”

Lucy hadn’t a chance to answer when his tongue found hers again. She could feel him pressing into her again; ‘IT’ was starting to get firmer with every kiss. She could feel the excitement start to course through her again.

Her arousal grew stronger with every throb of his firm length against her; pressing into her. He broke away from her lips stepping back leaving her leaning against her counter breathing deep, her eyes fixed on him.

“Look what you’ve done to me.” He said, his head indicating the enormous bulge in his trouser. “You’ve done this” he joked, “and look at me.” His hands now at his wet shirt. “I do hope Cinders you don’t treat all your guests like this,” his hands gesturing shock.

She through her head back laughing.

“Always, I’m the hostess with the mostess, don’t you know?”

She had a playful glint in her eye, she stepped towards him as if in time to the music that was still playing on a loop. Her arms crossed over to each side of her waist pulling her T shirt up exposing her breasts cupped in her brassier. Chris watched her and stepped towards her as she had her T shirt up halfway.

Lucy could feel his hands on her caressing her narrow waist, his fingers, gliding over her, giving her tingles.

His hands moved up caressing and teasing reaching her brassier. His fingers taunting her erect nipple through the satin and lace, her T shirt now thrown to the floor.

Christopher’s lips were fixed on her neck then to her mouth. Lucy’s hand wandered to his enormous length, her hand moving up and down his shaft through the material with purpose. His hands now cupped her buttocks lifting her off her feet, as her legs wrapped around his firm waist. Their kissing deepened again intensifying to wanton frenzy, as they grinded into each other.

“Where’s your room?” He asked the longing for her clearly in his voice.

She could barely get the words “upstairs” as he moved towards the stairs, her legs still wrapped around him, her tongue gliding over his. He ascended the staircase to her room, her legs still wrapped around him.

Christopher semi kicked the door open with his foot as he walked them to the bed, Lucy hastily unbuttoned his shirt.

It was only when they had got to the bedroom, she unwrapped her legs sliding feet to the floor as he stood before her.

She pushed him down onto the bed, and undid her jeans, pushing them over her hips, stepping out of them. She looked at him lying on her bed, his chest exposed, the enormous bulge still contained within his trousers.

He reached up grabbing her wrist pulling her to him; she gently fell to his chest and was soon met by his mouth again.

Lucy was now straddling him, undoing his belt, and zipper, he looked up at her, she knew he was immersed in her eyes, in everything about her, and then she released his humongous length.