Blind Needle by Trevor Hoyle

Author:Trevor Hoyle [Hoyle, Trevor]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quercus Publishing
Published: 1994-12-26T16:00:00+00:00

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She pushed my overcoat off my shoulders. As I struggled to free myself she was loosening my clothing and unfastening my belt. She unzipped the front of my trousers, then held my hardening penis through my underpants. I tried to kiss her, holding her awkwardly by the shoulders, but she turned away from me, and bent forward, slipping both hands underneath her long skirt, rolling her tights over her thighs, and holding the sausage of material in her hands kicked off her shoes and extricated one foot and then the other. She lifted her skirts and pulled her pants off.

She sat down on the stairs and lifted her skirt to her waist. Her head was thrown back, elbows close to her sides resting on the thin carpet, her long white legs, tapering from heavy thighs, bent slightly at the knees, spread apart.

I slid my underpants down and my penis sprang erect. I knelt down and she hitched forward on her bottom, holding her skirt bunched in both hands. I held onto the banister to steady myself, my elbow jammed against the wall of books for leverage, and there was no point of contact between us other than where I entered her.

She thrust at me, each time drawing her lips back, sucking in short sibilant implosions of breath between her clenched teeth as I moved easily and smoothly back and forth, without impediment.

All the while, as we fucked, she was watching me, her head hung back, her eyes heavy-lidded and almost shut, the top of her head striking the step immediately above with each thrusting movement. She kept on saying, ‘Christ yes that’s it. Christ yes,’ as I swelled inside her and came, feeling the energy discharge itself, passing from my body into hers.

Diane Locke closed her eyes, and for a minute or two we did nothing. Then she drew her legs up, pulling her skirt over her knees, not looking at me, and at that moment the fat black toad of the telephone rang, as loud and peremptory as an alarm bell, each jangling echo dying into an eternity of silence.

I thought she wasn’t going to answer it, but she smoothed her skirt and reached through the rails of the banister and put the receiver to her ear, stroking her forehead with the tips of her fingers. ‘Hello? Yes. Yes. He’s not here. I’m not sure.’ She looked at her watch, and gave a small sigh. ‘After six, I should say. Yes. All right, I’ll tell him. Bye.’

Her tights were rolled up on the floor, like the shed skin of a brown snake. Her pants were caught in the spokes of one of the umbrellas. She gathered them up and said, ‘I’m going upstairs for a minute. Go into the kitchen, I’ll make some tea.’

I picked up my overcoat, and hung it on the hallstand and went into the kitchen. I stood at the sink and washed my hands. The back garden was on a gradual slope, falling away from the house, laid out in damp empty rectangles for summer vegetables.

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