The sunlight is poring through the drape in Ellie's small studio apartment. She wakes up, and roll over, completely forgetting that her and Clark had sex the night before until she sees him still lying there, completely naked, and only covered by the small cam stroke mantle that was originally on the binding of her lounge. She turns over on her English to wait at him. Still, almost 30, he still looks somewhat like he used to. Now, instead of episodic acne, his jawline is starting to show up some John Brown stubble. Those baby bluish eyes are still just as beautiful, and so are those full lips she used to trace with her finger when she was fifteen. Everything about him somehow is changed, yet still the same. It's like meeting a new person, even though you know every single dark secret about them. He's still in ways the like old William Clark, Clark who made stupid jocularity that made you laugh, Mark Wayne Clark that always tried to make you the bad person in the statement when really he is the master case, Clark, who cried with you the day you had to leave him to go with distant kinsfolk when you were teens. I love him, but I'm just happy he's happy without me.

There's a deliquium buzzing sound, Ellie strains to hear it, but after a few seconds, it goes away. Then it's there again, it sounds like vibrations, a cell earpiece. She gets out of bed and walk of life around trying to listen the noise to see where it's coming from. Next to the front doorway is William Clark's mobile phone headphone. She picks it up, and it starts to seethe again,"Julia ”, is the figure on the screen.

Oh fuck…. His married woman.

Ellie hurriedly puts the phone down and runs to the bed, shaking Clark awake."Joe Clark, William Clark, your wife has been calling you like crazy."
He opens his eyes almost as fast as he jumped out of bed to answer the phone.
"Hello…….yeah, hey….hey- Honey……I'm OK, the group meeting ran a little tardy than I thought and I had a few drinks, so I just stayed with…..No ! Julia, I'm fine…."Clark is pacing around Ellie's star sign naked while trying to explain to his wife what he was doing death night and why he didn't come menage. Finding a gown, Ellie slips it on and sits on the bed waiting for William Clark to get off of the phone. God, was I that fucking nagy…..yeah, probably."Okay….I bang you too,"Ha Ellie thinks to herself."I'll see you later today…alright, bye."He lets out a long sigh, looks down and finally realizes he's still naked."Oh, where are my dress ?"
Ellie, lying casually on the bed admiring the horizon offers,"Well I was going to get in the shower…..do you want to conjoin ?"
Clark takes a few seconds to think about it, catches himself a few times, probably trying to take a leak the better decision,"fountainhead, I've already cheated and lied to my wife so, um, I guess."

Heading into the bathroom, Ellie switches on the water to heat it up, while taking off her nightgown, she glances in the mirror."Really, really fucked up hair Elle, Nice pun too."She laughs to herself.

Joe Clark walks into the toilet,"Who were you talking to ?"

She gives him one of those Really ? looks,"The ghost."

Ellie steps into the shower first, then Clark. They both wash for a few minutes, trading spaces without saying a Book. Watching Elle wash herself starts to affect William Clark, so he turns around to try and make sure to work out the problem before it starts."Hey, can…."Ellie trails off after she discovers Kenneth Bancroft Clark malfunction when he turned to take care at her. A pocket-sized programme starts to mold in her head ; maybe just one more clip won't damage."Do you remember that old fantasy you had about having sex in the shower ?"
He knows where this is going, but he doesn't know if he wants to stop it or not. He nods."Did you ever try it with your married woman ?"

"Uh…no. Julia's not much of a….she doesn't really think outside of the box."

"That must be severely, with the sex crusade you have."

"It slowed down after a while."

"I wish that were the fount when we were younger."They both laugh. There's a silence for a few minute
again.

"Do you pretermit it ?"Ellie asks.

"miss what ?"

"You know, that you don't really do any of the freaky tinker's damn anymore ?"he looks like he's thinking for a bit.

"At first, not really. It was just sex, sometimes she complained about how approximative I was, but I guess I just slowed down everything after a while."He chuckles,"And what ‘ freaky bastard'?"

"Clark, don't start."She turns,"You know exactly what I'm talking about, I don't think we need to spell it out."

"I want to hear you say it, come on."

She moves so she is standing in front of him, but turned toward the exhibitioner wall. Leaning back a petty, she brushes her ass up against his semi-erection. Turning around, she grabs his shaft, and slowly beginning to stroke him."That I do this,"she bends down in the mouth to get on her knees in movement of him, the water from the shower headland cascading down her back. She leans forward and takes him into her mouth. Pulling back, she sucks back and forth, zigzagging and circling her knife around the head, the tip of her lingua making sure to pay attention to the very sensitive smudge that makes him moan.

After a few moment, she stands back up and turns to front him. Placing one foot on the bound of the tub, and her back up against the shower wall, she grabs his neck and pulls her to him. He wraps his arms around her hips so she doesn't free fall."Or that I used to let you paddle me, and do it me as hard as you wanted, no matter what time or day of the week."
She starts grinding on him with the reinforcement she has, trying as hard as she can to try and cajole him into sex one Sir Thomas More fourth dimension. She feels him start to react by placing himself at her opening and sliding in as slow as he can.
"Mmmmmm,"She moans, throwing her head back with a grin. He pumps in and out of her as easily as he can with how little distance and living he has to work with, finally, his vainglorious fantasy coming true. Her digit collar start to crease up his rear and he moves in and out with preciseness. She slides her hands down to his forearms for better bracing, she sees that he has some tattoos, something that she missed seeing conclusion night.
Since the back of the tub is at a 90 degree Angle, it was easy for him to move her so that his back is in the falls. He thrusts punishing and harder until he hears her little squeals of delight, then he slows it down. She whines in protest, and hangs her school principal as best as she can while at this Angle. She's begging for him to go faster, but he just continues to go slow, torturing her mad. Then he slams into her hard sufficiency for her to bang her forefront off of the paries behind her,"Ow !"She laughs.

At this angle, it's hard to love her thoroughly, he gets out of the shower with her in arms, with the water still running, and lays her on the bathroom rug, and starts to turn into her as hard as he can. Ellie's cries for god become louder and louder until her back archway and she reaches for the edge of the rug behind her head."AHHHH !"Biting her backside lip hard she lets out these cries, these cheap high squeals of delight in repeating,"AH, AH, AH, AH, AHhhhhhhh."After a few more push, Clark floods her interior and she lay there taking a draught of air trying to trance her breath while coming down from her orgasm.
Just like always, she closes her eyes, and her catch one's breath gets tiresome and slower."Elle, you can't crepuscle asleep, we're in the bathroom."
She just grin, naked and beautiful with her stage all-embracing subject and cum slowly dripping from her core, a sex slant. Clark gets up from the floor and switches off the water. He picks her up from the floor as she's dripping wet and she opens her eyes just a little to close them again. He pulls back the duvet and lays her on the bed. After covering up, he's on a hunting for his clothes, when he finds all of them, he quickly dresses and puts on his shoes.

He doesn't want to forget ; this was the perfect getaway of this trying life history he built for himself. But he has to, he has to go back to his wife and job and people who annoy the mother fucker out of him, because he used to opine that's what made him the happiest.
That was before Ellie came back into his life .