Free Act of Exposure by Cathryn Cooper

black. So were your eyes. But your pubic hair was incredibly
fair - too fair to be fake.' He winked mischievously. 'Then I found
the contact lens. And there was something about the way you spoke,
the way you moved. The moment I saw you today, I knew immediately.
Anyway. Takes one to know one. I know the pressures you have. I
sympathize.'
    'Yours are
worse.'
    'Much worse.
If you think it's the MPs running this country, think again. The
civil service is loath to lose the power of centuries. Their
internal politics are more convoluted and more vindictive than
those of the House of Commons.'
    He smiled,
paused; seemed to be enjoying just looking at her, just stroking
her cheek. In turn, she enjoyed looking at him, stripping him off
in her mind, feeling the heat of him against her, his hardness in
her.
    His voice
caressed her thoughts. 'No matter what anyone says or thinks,
Abigail, we all have to have a private life. Some of us - you and I
- have to indulge in things a little more way out than others. We
have to walk on the wild side of life; taste the sordid as well as
the sublime.'
    All in that
one moment, what he was saying and what had happened between them
seemed strangely unreal. A kindred spirit had flown into her life.
A very public man and a very successful woman had met, fused in the
tumbling heat of sexual ecstasy, and acted out their most secret
fantasy.
    'You're
right.' As she spoke, her body seemed to confirm her words. She
tingled as if she were outlined in a crisp layer of sugar, sugar
that as it warmed, slowly began to melt. 'We cannot help but expose
ourselves to danger in order to taste excitement.'
    He smiled. She
smiled with him and edged that little bit closer; enjoyed the feel
of his thigh against hers. Their eyes met, and an unspoken message
flashed from one to the other. 'Shall we expose ourselves here?' It
was her who voiced what they both were thinking.
    'Yes.'
    Beneath the
privacy of the rough wooden table, she unzipped his trousers and
pulled his weapon from its lair.
    Already, it was hot, hard, and rearing in her palm. Like velvet , she
thought, like a piece of warm, soft velvet
that has lain before a fire .
    As his hand
settled on her knee, she opened her legs.
    The sweet
juice of her desire seeped from her vagina. Swollen with longing,
it awaited his touch, his entry, the pink, delicate flesh already
coated with a sheen reminiscent of satin. Although her thighs were
hidden beneath the table, she felt the progress of his fingers,
heard them rasp over her stockings before being silenced by the
smoothness of her thighs.
    With one
finger and thumb, she squeezed the head of his rod. With her
fingernail, she dug into his opening. She smiled as she did it. He
groaned, his lips curling away from his mouth. His teeth were
clenched firmly together. No one would hear him.
    'You bitch,'
he said through clenched teeth. 'I'll make you pay for that
later.'
    His fingers
travelled higher. After travelling the smooth expanse of naked
thigh that divided her stockings from her body, his smile turned to
surprise. He gasped with delight. 'You hot little bitch! You're not
wearing any knickers! And you're soaking wet. How delicious!'
    She squeezed
his penis. 'I never do. Not even in court.'
    'Tell me about
it.' His voice sounded strained, almost as if he were in pain,
although the prime mover was pleasure.
    As Abby
squeezed his erection, she rubbed her body against him, her lips
close to his ear. 'Can you imagine what the judge would think if he
knew my quim was naked beneath my neat suit, my black silk gown?'
She paused, gave him time for the words to sink in, for his body to
respond. 'Can you imagine what the prosecution would think? But
they don't know. Only I know I am almost naked beneath the
trappings of the law, beneath the watchful eyes of some seedy old
judge who spouts law at me, but would much sooner have his penis
spout into my mouth, my cunt, or my ass. It's just to remind me
that no one, absolutely no one, is