I was waiting in the foyer of his building at Canada Quay, just sitting on a leather seat watching the streams of office people pour out of the lifts to go home. Six-thirty on a normal working day and I was dressed like a tart at midnight. Well, a rather well dressed tart, I must add, but I hardly fitted into the general office environment. He would have a fit when he saw me. The journey over had been fun - I had already been propositioned twice on the tube.

I had taken off my coat and was perched on the edge of the seat mostly because the dress I was wearing was so tight I could hardly breathe. It was a dark red lace over a black satin sheath. The top was low cut and it looked rather more like underwear than a dress- well, underwear of the erotic fantasy kind. Add to that black stockings and high, high heels and you can see why the average Joe thought I was a working girl.

The occasion was rather special, although I knew Terry had forgotten the date. He was so caught up in his forthcoming birthday that it must have slipped his mind. But I had remembered. Actually I thought it was a perfect opportunity to celebrate on our own before the whole squad arrived and I wouldn't be able to get a look in. Tonight would be our private celebration - and I had all sorts of plans. They all culminated in the same way though - it was high time the boss and I had some dirty sex before we both completely forget how to do it. I had made a booking for seven thirty and I planned to take him to a neat bar and get him nicely oiled first. And then we would have some fun...

I had called him earlier and invited him to dinner after work. He had snorted. "Your treat, hey? On my card?"

I laughed huskily. "You will get more back than you pay out, sweetie...expect anything..." I heard him clear his throat and change the phone to the other ear- he was in conference.

"Meet you in the lobby at half six. The French one. " Sorry, that was code. He means wear something very sexy. We have a few things like that which we keep for when he is with people. He loves talking in secret codes- he's such a boy. 

I saw him exiting the lift, talking to one of their guys. They were laughing and for once he didn't notice me. I sidled up and asked him "Got the time, mister?" The two of them stopped. Terry raised his eyes and his friend blinked a few times. I was on a roll.

"Fancy a good time, big boy?" I smoothed down my dress and licked my lips.

Terry grinned. "Andy - meet my girlfriend- she thinks she's funny." Andy laughed suddenly realising that they hadn't both just been propositioned (mind you knowing K and R men in general, it's a wonder I wasn't already on my back) "Hey, you must be Uma! I recognise you now from your pictures in Terry's office. Pleased to meet you- they don't do you justice..."

We shook hands. I was sussed. Andy bid us goodnight with a little glance over at Terry - I knew that look. It was the 'you lucky bastard' look and Terry smirked with his tongue between his lips. I love it when he does that. He picked up my coat and helped me on with it, whispering. "I want that dress for my eyes only..." in his deepest and sexiest tone. I shivered. He smouldered. It was going to be a good night.

Strolling through the automatic doors into the cold wet night, his arm protectively around me, we ran for a taxi and I gave the directions. Snuggling back into the deep seats, he observed me and could see the scarce contained excitement that was bubbling up in me. I was like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Wait and see." I replied with a giggle. He drew me in next to him and nuzzled against my hair.

"I love you," he whispered.

"You better," I sighed back as his lips found mine and we kissed, oblivious of the cab driver who was no doubt watching us from the mirror. A vaguely erotic impulse loosened me; it's always exciting to be in danger of discovery. My right hand slipped down to rub his groin lightly at the thought; Terry moved it away with a soft, "Have a heart, love. Dinner first? "

I wrinkled my nose up in disappointment but didn't push him, aware that he was in the mood to savour the evening. But he wasn't going to call the tune this time- I had things planned.

We got down and I led him into the bar that I had found in my wanderings. It was in Earls Court, at the heart of the emigre Aussie community, and was a typical spit and sawdust outback type of establishment. It was not the modern flash Aussie bar of the trendier entertainment areas of the city but one more akin to the kind of place Terry might have frequented as a young man. He grinned and shook his head as we entered; it was the most unlikely sight for a cold December night in rain swept London.

Inside, there was a high old fashioned bar and a cobber with a suitably bronzed and wrinkled face laconically dispensing VB, Tooheys and outback wisdom to the couple of young guys leaning on the rail, watching a satellite Aussie rules match. They all checked the two of us out with a slight raising of the eyebrows- we looked like two London business types who had stumbled in from the bright lights and wandered by mistake off the street.

Terry said. "Mate."

They stopped, drank deep and answered, "Mate." It must be some sort of secret code, for the ice was immediately broken. I mean, had I said "Mate" what difference would it have made? We sat down on stools and I slipped off my coat. You could smell the heightened testosterone and the radar the minute my body was revealed. Nothing was said but the silence spoke volumes. One of them got up and put some crap Aussie band on the jukebox (no doubt that passes for smooth behaviour in Oz) and the other guy moved his beer along the bar. The bartender sauntered down.

"What'll it be, love?"

"Pint of VB and a mineral water...mate," I grinned saucily. The bloke gave me a twinkle and Terry cleared his throat. They locked eyes and the barman nodded. "Your sheila not from Oz?"

Terry shook his head. 

"Not sure I should be serving Poms, love, but I'll make the exception in your case. Seeing as you've got a bit of Oz in you...or will do later this evening..." My eyes widened but the two other men snorted. You can get away with anything if you have a cheery Strine accent it would appear; even Terry didn't turn a hair.

The men struck up a conversation and I just did the girlie thing and sat there listening in. Most Aussie males are real chauvinists only redeemed by the fact that no matter how tough they are, most Aussie women are even tougher and the men are terrified of them. But drinking is sacrosanct and you don't let women interfere with that. It amuses me to play along with it especially as it is so unlike the relationship that Terry and I share. So I sat and sipped my drink, looked adoringly at my man and laughed in all the right places. I could see Terry was enjoying it immensely, mostly because I was acting so much out of character.

A few pints later and we decided to move on for dinner. I had chosen a different dining experience tonight. We went to Jamie Oliver's new restaurant, the one that was staffed entirely by formerly unemployed school dropouts whom he had gathered and trained and given a new lease of life.  The place was lively, unassuming and served excellent fare but it was a world away from the sort of restaurant that Terry normally frequented and somehow we managed to keep up the theme of working class boy made good that I sort of wanted for the evening. I felt like a 'bit of rough' and Terry is rather a lot of rough when he wants to be- and he seemed to be getting the idea of what was in my mind tonight.

Over coffee, we sat back and talked about the forthcoming party and the arrival of the others. It felt strange to contemplate throwing our home open to the Sisters and Brothers. They had all always been so hospitable to us both and it was long overdue for us to return the compliments, yet we were a little shy about revealing our secret private world to the others. I think we both live behind our masks too much and this seemed like laying ourselves bare. There was the added dynamic of my concern about how my recent revelations might have been received; there had been a sort of radio silence that concerned me. Terry told me not to worry; I shrugged and pretended not to care. I don't suppose I fooled him.

I watched him drink a cognac with his coffee and smiled to myself at the sight of him, relaxed and mellow. I knew it was the time to give him the present I had with me. Fumbling a little with the catch of my purse, I extracted the gift and passed it across the table to him. "A year today you came to my home and I fell in love with you. This is where we are twelve months' later. You made it all possible. Turned my life on its head and I thank you for it. I love you, Terry, more than I can ever say...oh, baby..." I watched him pick up and open the envelope. He looked and his face seemed to rearrange itself; he may be the toughest guy I've ever met but he is also the softest and kindest too. I watched him smile; his eyes sparkled as he glanced up at me.

"Oh baby..." he said and I saw the gleam of tears in his eyes. "This is the best gift I could ever have." He took my hand and we just sat there, pretty speechless in the face of it all. Terry broke the silence first.

"Thought I'd forgotten, didn't ya?" He smiled as I sniffed and dabbed at my eyes. He leant over and stroked my face; he placed his other hand down on the table before me- I looked down and saw a box. Opening the tiny box, presuming it was a piece of jewellery, I looked inside and read the note that lay on top of the gift.

A year ago I had never seen your face. And now it is imprinted forever on my heart.

Thank you         T.

I unfolded the document lying underneath and read its contents.  I blinked away the tears and fondled the precious gift.

"I thought I'd give you this today before all the madness starts. It's all yours, Ums. Safer this way. Without a piece of paper...you'd have little claim on it. We have to be realistic... on the off-chance..." I placed a finger on his lips and looked again at the manuscript- he had transferred the deeds of the house into my name. Just in case. The words chilled my heart but I knew he was doing the right thing for us. It was our first anniversary. Paper. How did he know that? That is so typical of him. Everything is addressed and all eventualities covered. I am constantly amazed by him in every way.

"I understand. Don't say anymore. Please." He looked at me thoughtfully his eyes limpid, but he didn't pursue the issue. Instead I slipped from my seat, on to his knee and put my arms around his neck; he hugged me to him. With his lips against my cheek, we simply acknowledged his gesture, the future and the way life had to be. I leaned back and he brushed a tear away.

I got the bill, paid while he protested - he isn't comfortable with that sort of situation - and then we left. I was tired of waiting. The evening had been fun but we both wanted more than what we could have in a public place; I longed for him and knew that he was ready for me.

"Let's go home, Tez...I just want to be alone with you..."

"No." He shook his head and took my hand. 

I pulled a face. "Aw Terry...I've got things all planned..."

Terry smirked. "Plans were made to be broken..." and he pulled on my hand and turned into a nearby doorway. It was a sleazy hotel in a dodgy area of town. I baulked a little.

"What's the matter? Thought this was about an evening with an edge? Like the kind of night I might have had when I was a lad in Sydney? Few beers down the pisser, meal at a humble restaurant and then if I got lucky, a cheap room with the latest squeeze..."

"Terry!! This place is a pit!"

"Yeah, but they have beds and I have a hard on. It's either here or in the street, love." Terry grinned and ran his hand down my back, pulling me against his groin where he had the makings of a promising wood that neither of us wanted to waste.

He had his way. The hallway was dingy and smelt of cat piss and I tried a last futile attempt to change his mind but he was not hearing of it. At the reception, a leery old man handed us a room key and grinned lecherously. "We rent by the hour just like she does..."

Terry was standing behind me slightly but I can only imagine what expression he adopted. The old geezer paled and started sweating. He shut his mouth and did not venture anything further. Terry must have been in scary as fuck mode. Up a narrow staircase, peeling wallpaper and carpet threadbare and sticky, we made our way along a dark corridor, passed a vending machine where Terry stopped and bought a few bottles of beer. It was seedy but rather exciting- like I was part of some dangerous adventure but not afraid because I had Terry by my side. I could go anywhere and do anything and no harm would ever come to me.

Room 15 was at the end of the corridor and Terry inserted the key and swung open the door. I heard laughter from a room nearby and the sounds of sex from another. He stood back and let me enter. It was a pretty unremarkable room in its drab tattiness: old heavy mahogany furniture, chipped and worn, curtains and bed covers faded and old-fashioned, the carpet a cheap nylon fabric. Terry flipped on the lamps by the bed and fiddled with an ancient transistor radio while I shrugged off my coat and placed my handbag on the tall boy, looking around with a sneer of disapproval. I was getting spoiled; Terry was grinning at my expression.

"Not up to Milady's standards, eh?" He giggled as he pulled off his overcoat and jacket, loosening his tie and throwing it after the other items of clothing. "Come over here, little girl, Uncle Terry wants to show you a good time..."he growled in his most lecherous voice. I grinned at him and let the whole experience wash over me. I had done worse in the past in worse places - why should I worry about being here with Terry?

The cheap radio was playing a late night Soul programme; a song that resonated with us was playing. Terry sat down on the end of the bed and kicked off his socks and shoes while drinking from the neck of a beer bottle; he was watching me with that look of his - do I need to spell it out?

I listened to the song and gyrated in time to the music. Standing with my legs akimbo, I struck a pose. "Want me to dance for you? Lap dance?" I chewed on my lip and played with a curl of hair, affecting a Lolita look. Terry's face changed from lazy sensuality to glowering disapproval in a flash of an eye.

"Stop that. You don't have to do that." His hand snaked out and caught my wrist, shaking me slightly. "Uma...not with me..."

I eased my hand from his grip. "Terry, don't worry...please...I'm not freaking out or trying to play sick games. My lap dancing days are long over. You're the only man for whom I want to dance now. I'm a crap housewife and a pretty high maintenance girlfriend but I can dance a mean lap," I smiled and I saw his face relax and his head tip to the side, his tongue lolling out as he contemplated my words. "Let me show you how I can intoxicate you - you are the only man who deserves it."

He rested back on the bed and made a circling motion with the beer bottle in his hand and then drank steadily, his eyes fixed on me. I twirled slowly, my hands on my hips. A song was playing - a favourite soul piece of ours. It suited my sensual mood. Raising my right foot, I placed it on his knee, the high stiletto hovering. With a slick movement, I slithered my hands along my leg, raising my tight skirt until the garter was revealed and deftly popped the fastener to roll the stocking off in one smooth movement. The shoe I kicked off; it fell on the floor.

"Baby, Oh baby...I love to call you, baby..." 

I draped the stocking over his shoulder and then changed legs; his hand ran up my left thigh and he brushed his bent fingers over the moist silk of my panties- his smile was lecherously wicked. I flashed my eyes at him as he slipped the tip of his middle finger underneath the soft fabric

Baby, oh oh baby
I love for you to call me baby

I placed my feet back on the floor, legs open and stroked my body, cupping my breasts, sliding my palms down the skimpy fabric of the dress and grabbing my own groin. Terry leaned back on one elbow, still drinking from the neck of the bottle, his legs thrown out; his erection already protruding in the soft wool of his suit trousers. I licked my lips as my eyes played with it; he laughed deep and low.

Turning my back, I began to unzip my dress, wriggling sexily and indicating he should help me. I heard the slight sound of bed springs as he leaned forward and then his large hands touched me: his left rested on my hip as he eased down the long zip, and then ran his knuckles along the exposed flesh of my spine. His glancing touch made my skin burn with heat and the moist patch between my legs deepened.

When you squeeze me real tight
You make wrong things right

I faced him again and lowered the straps, covering my breasts with my palms as the dress slithered to the floor and I walked out of it to step back into the high shoes again. He smiled at the sight of me dressed in nothing but a pair of tiny black panties and the stilettos.

And I can't stop loving you
And I won't stop calling you

He spun his finger again; I gave him the back view, heard his deep sigh of approval and then swung down from the waist, my hair falling wildly to the floor and my buttocks displayed provocatively. His hand smoothed over my flesh and his thumb stroked the cleft between; I whimpered at the feel of his lewd touch.

Spinning back I weaved a hypnotic pattern with my body, my naked breasts offered to him as I arched my back and danced above him. He watched, his nostrils flaring, his mouth slightly open and his eyes glazed with lust. His longing for me so clearly expressed on the face of a man known for his ability to hide was even more arousing than anything else.

Baby, oh baby
You look so good to me baby
Baby, ooh baby
You are so good to me baby

I sang the lyrics softly and I knelt up on the bed, straddling him while he lay back. My fingers slowly began to undo the buttons of his shirt, down to his belt buckle, unfastened and unbuttoned his pants and then I slipped down the zip, brushing the obscenely shaped bulge, which twitched beneath my hand. I caught his eye; he grinned like an eager boy and raised his hips to push the pants from him. He lay there boldly displayed wearing nothing but an opened shirt while I settled myself down on his waist, the cheeks of my butt massaging against the erect shaft of his thick cock.

Just one look in your eyes
And my temperature goes sky high
I live for you and can't help it
You know I really don't want to help it

I dropped forward, my hands on the swell of his shoulders, his dick pressed between the two of us and I slipped my legs between his; he pulled off my panties and I kicked my shoes off again- we were way past titillation now. I lay on him, naked flesh to naked flesh, and we lay there staring at each other for a moment until he pulled me down to his kiss and we rolled back until he was able to rise up above me.

Kissing is one of Terry's many specialities- he never hurries it or moves too fast. Over and over we tasted and licked at each other, his skilful tongue flickering against mine in erotic mimicry of cunnilingus; my cunt flooded with juice in anticipation of his future kiss. His hands held my face softly stroking, murmuring beautiful tender words in between the deep searching of my mouth, my ears, my neck and all those points which make me tremble when he bites and licks and sucks. In return I covered him with my kisses, unable to contain the strength of my emotion in this moment.

"Oh God!" I gasped, dragging his shirt from his shoulders as he struggled to free his arms; I wanted him completely naked so I could wrap myself round him and feel his hard strong body surround me. He put his hands to my hips and shunted me along the bed as easily as if I was a tiny doll and then he bent his head to place his kiss between my thighs on the soft swollen lips. I bucked as he drank of me and rubbed his face gently against my sensitive flesh. The song continued in the back of my mind while I lay enraptured by his attentions, lost in the utter pleasure of his body and mine.

B.A.B.Y. baby
B.A.B.Y. baby

Whenever the sun don't shine
You go out to light my mind
Then I get real close to you
And your sweet kisses see me through

I said baby, ooh baby
You look so good to me baby
Baby, ooh baby
How I love for you to call me baby
When you squeeze me real tight
You know you make wrong things right
And I can't stop loving you
And I won't stop calling you...

B.A.B.Y. baby...

He knew I was close, could feel the rise of my orgasm in the shudders that wracked me and in the thrumming of my sex. His fingers invaded me, insistent but gentle, sure and masterful. My body is as known to him as his own; his pleasure is as much from this sweet service than for the one I will give him soon or the later one we will share together.

"God, Terry...help me...I can't stand it..."

"Come on, baby, come on...for me...get there for me...that's it...let go...let go..." I cried out, a long wail of unrestrained joy as my body whirled into it own orbit, held only by the strong arms that suddenly reached for me. Sometimes I feel as though I pass out momentarily with the sheer power of the emotion; it almost scares us both. Moments passed when the seedy room had spun away and I was in some sort of heaven, his body pressed against me and his lips whispering his love for me as I returned to the here and now.

My hands began to search for him. I wanted to feel his maleness, to stroke that fine organ that made him the man he was. My fingers closed around it, my other hand cupped his heavy balls and rolled them gently as he sank back against the pillow and closed his eyes. He was very hard and must have longed for release but Terry likes to play with fire and prolong the moment; his control is formidable.

I slipped down to taste him, inhaling his musk and licking my favourite dessert. But I didn't want to tease him- he wanted to feel my lips sucking hard on him, mimicking the tight squeeze of the walls of my cunt. I groaned as he instinctively pushed deep into my throat and then answered with a grunt of pleasure, masculine and unrestrained. This was what I wanted, to drink of him and show him how much I loved him, to go to sleep with his essence on my lips and throat. But Terry wasn't interested in that this time. He wanted all of me.

Moments later he eased me away and pulled me onto his lap. Face to face we wrapped our legs around each other and he slipped steadily inside me. Slow and easy we fucked, my arms round his neck, our mouths either touching or whispering endearments and encouragement, his strong thrusts making my body quiver and his hands firm on my hips. The late night soul show was now playing "Let's Get It On" We both grinned despite our passion when the familiar melody filled our ears. Terry rotated his hips and fucked me melodically, singing the words to me, his face serious now and his eyes searing with promises. I wished I could spend my whole life in this shabby room, on this creaky bed whose springs were providing a discordant backing to the sexy and emotional act we were performing for each other.

I've been really trying, baby, 
Trying to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby,
Come on, oh -come on.

Let's get it on
Let's get it on ( that's right baby)
Let's get it on,
Let's get it on

There's nothing wrong with me loving you
And giving yourself to me can never be wrong if the love is true

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be
I'm asking you, baby, to get it on with me.
I ain't gonna worry, I ain't gonna push
So come on, come on, come on, baby, stop beating around the bush

Let's get it on
Let's get it on (you know what I'm talking about)
Let's get it on (let your love come)
Let's get it on 

As Marvin Gaye's liquid cream voice gasped his way to the erotic finale of this song, our frantic moans echoed the sentiments. Terry held me to him, his lips against my ear and we came together wrapped in this embrace. We got it on, oblivious to everything but each other. My head sank on his shoulder and his fingers strummed up and down my spine; his warm wet seed flooded my sex and seeped out to the coverlet beneath us.

I raised my face to his and smiled. He answered with a dreamy smile of his own as he rocked me gently. "Baby...oh baby..." We sank back and lay on the pillows lost in contemplation of each other.

Later, while we were lying beneath the sheets, sleepy now but not asleep, talking off and on, as easy with chat as silence, Terry lit up a cigarette and lay with his right arm above his head and I sprawled on his chest, idly playing with his chest hair.

"This may be one of the last quiet nights we get for a while," he muttered. "Better make the most of it...it will be madness once they all get over here..."

I giggled. "Well you won't get much rest, birthday boy. I expect I will hardly see you." He chuffed and dragged on the cigarette.

"I don't expect any action. They'll be too busy jumping each other plus they won't go near me when they're staying at our place. Looks like you'll have to be responsible for all my birthday sex."

"WHAT?" I jumped up, laughing. "It's your 40th birthday. You may never get another chance. I expect you to shag yourself blind."

Terry shook his head. "Stuff of fantasies, mate. Reckon things are quietening down for me these days. Don't get many requests. Must be getting too old for the girls..."

I opened my mouth to protest but saw that he was milking sympathy; he didn't believe what he was saying any more than I did. "Don't start pulling at my heart strings, ya bastard. I expect you to go through those women like a bloody plague of locusts, mate. Bet you can't have them all. Go on, have a go...let's see how many Sisters fall under your hypnotic spell, boss. See if you can impress me."

"And what will you be doing while this sexathon is going on?" he asked, amused; I tutted.

"You have a dirty mind. I shall be cooking and cleaning and making beds and generally being a complete and utter bore. Go on, Tez, take up the challenge- you'll never get a better one. Carte blanche to unleash your own brand of hell. I dare you..." I bounced up and down on him and he pushed me away; his bladder was full. Jumping off the bed, he went to the sink and pissed in it. "You dirty bugger!" I squealed.

He shrugged. "What do you want me to do? I'm not streaking down the hall to that stinking bathroom down there- it's either the sink or the window, love."

"What about me?" I queried.

He laughed. "Climb up here if you can or stick your bum out of the window. Should entertain the locals." He giggled to himself at the thought. I groaned.

As he joined me back in bed, he rubbed his hands together and lit up another cigarette. "Right, now let's get this straight. You've just dared me to romance all the visiting Sisters and break my previous record for back to back seductions? This all to be done under the noses of their Number Ones?"

"That is correct. Affirmative, Major Thorne. This is your mission should you choose to accept it..."

You can't dare Terry. Well, you can, but you know that he will rise to the occasion- both literally and metaphorically. He burst out laughing- it was one of his particularly dirty laughs this time. "I think I just picked up the gauntlet, love. I aim to surprise even myself. You have been warned. But first...I need to go in training...time for a warm up..." he stubbed out the cigarette on a cheap tin ashtray on the bedside table and burrowed down under the covers. I giggled as he grabbed at me and rolled me beneath him. "You can be the first victim. And you're the easiest - I didn't even have to fork out the cost of dinner..." He is incorrigible. He is also the best fuck in town. The queue starts here.