The Vermeer

She immediately rolled on top of me and started rubbing her cheeks and then her tits through my chest hair as my chest heaved up and down. It seemed her fingers were still buried in her crotch. I could see her whole torso jolt a few more times, followed by three more, smaller aftershocks.

Then she lay still, breathing heavily. Her face was a sweaty mess on my chest.

So was I.

"Flo?"

She tilted her head up and looked me straight in the eyes with her big brown eyes.

"You're unbelievable. That was," I had to gasp for air, "the best sex I've ever had in my life."

She shifted herself and slid up to me and kissed me full on the lips. I could taste... I guessed it was my cum, in her mouth. She broke the kiss, took a deep breath and said, "You are an erotic dream come true, Sam. My erotic dream."

We kissed and did a few minutes of trade off body positions. On the one hand we needed to cool off and get some air. Our other instinct was to curl up to each other. She certainly didn't want to stray too far from my chest hairs, nor I from her pussy lips and those two very suckable nipples.

After a few minutes I said to her, "Flo, I'd love it if you stayed right where you are for the night, but I have to tell you. I've got to be out of here early in the morning to catch my flight at Heathrow."

She sighed. She slid herself up to a sitting position with her shoulders slumped forward. "No, you're right, Sam. It's best if I get dressed and go to Laura's."

"Walk of shame?" I grinned behind her back.

She turned and with a big kiss on my lips while holding my shoulders, "Not at all," she kissed me again, "I'll be lucky if I can walk at all, though." She couldn't help but smirk at me. "I need a shower first."

So did I. We showered together. I loved playing with her lithe body in the shower. We couldn't stop kissing, and I couldn't stop sucking those nipples of hers. She really loved it.

So did I. What an angel.

The front desk arranged for a cab pick-up. Flo left the key card for 304 at the front desk. She left Irish phone number one with me.

As I was nodding off to sleep, the thought suddenly occurred to me. She could be heading straight to the nearest police station.

*****

No one bust in on me in the middle of the night. I checked out and made it to Heathrow without incident.

The flight back to Toronto was a bit bumpy, but normal.

*****

Marcella handed me a note when I got back to my house in Woodbridge, just outside Toronto late on Friday afternoon. I was beat.

'Ben,

We expect to see you in the next five days. Either come and see us, or at your house, or if it's more convenient we can meet in Bromley or at The Quay's Bar in Dublin.

E.'

"When did this come?"

"Maybe an hour ago."

"What did he look like?"

"Good looking young guy, maybe thirty. Dark hair. He seemed nice. He was polite."

Great. Just fucking great.

"Were the girls home when he came?"

"Yeah, why?"

I ignored her as I headed upstairs to my bedroom. That's why she didn't try to fuck him. The girls were here.

"Fuck you." I heard from Marcella as I got to the top step. Yup, we were definitely on the same wavelength.

I flopped down on my bed. Five days, it said. I had only five days to live, or five days to pull it off.

*****

I called Flo on Irish phone #2 at 2:23 local time on Saturday. I was flying home during Friday's 1:13 window.

She didn't fucking pick-up or the phone wasn't turned on. I redialed every twenty seconds until I was way past the 2:28 window.

Fuuuck!

A wasted day.

*****

On Sunday at 3:33 I got her.

"Flo, are you secure?"

"Yes."

"Where were you yesterday?"

"I was summoned to Jill's office."

"We had our window time."

"They were quite insistent. I was picked up by a police car from my home at two o'clock and driven to her office, on a Saturday. It was very embarrassing, the neighbors' saw."

"What was so urgent?"

I could hear her take a breath. "It seems they weren't too happy when I gave them the slip at Greenwich and then again last Friday."

I had to laugh.

"It wasn't funny," she said, "Jill was pissed."

"Why?"

"She screamed at me saying that I was interfering in her ability to do her job and that it was a pre-condition of me getting immunity and that I promised that I wouldn't interfere with her work. She was very upset. She threatened to have me disbarred."

"Oh?"

"I yelled back at her saying that she was interfering with my job as middleman and that was a pre-fucking condition, too. I asked her, actually demanded from her, why are you following me?"

"Oh? How did she answer?

"She said fuck you."

"How did you respond?"

"I said fuck you back."

There was a silence on the line for a few seconds.

"I thought you said she was nice." I was giggling under my breath.

"She was, at first." She paused for a moment and then added, "She warned me not to try it again."

"Oh?"

"Well that's too bad, because I just did it again."

"Ha!" I had to compose myself for a moment. "Have you seen your tail following you?"

"Yes. You were right. They're not very subtle about it."

"Hmm..."

"What?"

"It probably means, in fact I'm sure of it, they want you to see that tail, you're not aware of the other one. Plus they are watching you real time through a whole network of cameras, maybe even drones. For sure."

"Okay."

"What's that background noise?"

"I'm on a boat."

"Perfect, and after this call you can simply surreptitiously drop your phone into the water."

"Brilliant."

"Tell them we want them to review the actual painting and do the exchange on the same day. Immediately after. And that we want that to be in three days."

"Okay. So that will be on Wednesday then."

"Yes."

"Tell them you want the next forty thousand of your fee deposited in your account right away. We need them to be serious here."

"Right. I got my contract yesterday afternoon. Jill handed it to me after we had our little mutual tirades."

"Excellent."

"Do they have their expert lined up yet?"

"It appears that they are talking to somebody from the Tate. I don't know if he's actually on board though."

"Fine. Let's try to force the issue. Tell them that you need the Tate guy and the representative from the museum to be sitting in Jill's office on Tuesday afternoon at three o'clock local time and that you will give them further instructions then. Make sure that they're in a position at that time to wire transfer the five mil with just a phone call."

"Okay Tuesday at three, Jill's office. Got it."

"Okay and this is important, Flo. They have to have the money ready to be transferred instantly, it can't take two days. Instantly. This is really important. I'm sure they'll have to make special arrangements."

"Okay."

"All right, Flo, let's recap. What is that you need to tell Jill right now?"

"Three things. Tuesday afternoon, three o'clock in her office with the Tate guy and the museum representative, waiting for more instructions. Two, be ready to make the deal on Wednesday. Three, ensure wire money transfer happens right away."

"Yes, very good. Starting tomorrow the new phone window time is 11:07 your time in the morning. Phone #3."

"11:07 in the morning. Got it. Number three."

"Bye, now turn the phone off and drop it in the water."

"Bye." The line went silent.

*****

On Monday a UPS courier came to my home in Woodbridge to deliver an envelope. It was addressed to me. I couldn't tell where it was from. Inside was a photograph of Ma and Pops sitting at a small table. I recognized it as the café next to their place in Naples. And there was a photograph of Nikki and Danielle getting into the minivan.

There wasn't a note.

Fuck.

*****

I caught the Monday night redeye to Heathrow, arriving Tuesday morning. I called Flo at 11:07 on cell phone #3 from just outside my hotel.

She picked up right away. "Is your personal cell phone with you?"

"No, it's on my desk at work."

"Where's your car?"

"It's in Greenwich a few feet away from where I parked it the other day. On Park Row."

"Where are you?"

"I'm walking the lawn behind the National Maritime Museum, between the two Courts. There's not a lot of people about, it's a bit drizzly."

"Okay."

"After this phone call, disassemble the phone. Turn it off, pull the battery and SIM chip but don't throw it away. Go back to work. Just take your car key with you and your driver's license and some money but leave your personal cell phone in your desk drawer along with your hand bag. Shove some cash into your pocket and drive down to Bromley. Park your car in the parking garage for The Glades shopping mall. It's along the High Street, and when you get out through the main entrance to the High Street, put #3 phone back together, turn it on and wait for my call. There will be a pharmacy on the corner opposite you. Got it?

"Okay."

"Go now."

"All right then, I'm on my way."

It took her over an hour but she landed up standing in front of The Glades main entrance. I sat in the pizza shop across and down the street a little, watching. I stepped out of the pizza shop and started walking away from her in the light rain. With my back towards her as I walked away I called phone #3.

"Do you see the shop across the street and on your left called Pussy Cat? It's on the part of the High Street that has cars on it."

"Yes," she answered.

"Go inside; there's a pair of red shoes waiting for you, pre-paid, under the name Flo. Look for an Asian sales girl named Kelly. She's Korean maybe, or Japanese or something. Put the new shoes on, leave the shoes you are wearing now in the store. Step outside the shop and take my call."

I had timed the walk already. From down the street I turned around and watched Flo walk the last thirty feet and then enter the store. I didn't see an obvious tail, although there were a few people milling about.

I crossed the street and watched.

She came out, three-and-a-half minutes later.

She had red shoes on. I called her.

"See the Moretons' Amusements shop across the street?"

"Yes."

"I want you to stay where you are and count to ten. Then go into Moretons' store, walk straight through and out the back door. Ignore the old man who will object. Hang up now and start counting."

The line went silent.

Thirty seven seconds later the back door to the store opened up and she stepped out into the lane behind. My car door opened up and she stepped inside.

"Flo, how nice to see you."

"Fancy meeting you here, Sam." Lovely accent. Makes me melt.

We kissed. Briefly. I put the car in gear and slipped on sun glasses.

"Completely dismantle the cell phone and duck your head down for a few minutes." I drove out of there in a little black rented Mercedes. I had on latex gloves.

"Hand me the phone."

She piled the phone, the battery and the SIM chip on my lap.

"How is everything going?" I asked as I slowed the car down and tossed the phone out the window, landing it perfectly into a small open dumpster.

"Fine, I think." She started stroking at my crotch from her prone position on the seat. Her fingernails were white. I sped up again.

"Are they set to be in Jill's office this afternoon? I think you can sit up now."

She did. She smiled and fixed her hair. I flipped the SIM chip out the window. It fluttered down into the gutter.

"As far as I can tell," she answered, "they'll be there. Along with the FBI. I'm not sure about the DA."

"Were they able to confirm that the money is ready to be transferred immediately?" I pitched the battery out the window and into a small heap of rotted lumber and rusted metal just as I turned onto the main road.

"They haven't confirmed that yet."

"Okay, that's going to be really important. Ask them specifically about it."

"Where are we going? Oh! Sorry."

"Small hotel I know, we have to talk about tomorrow." I pulled off my sunglasses.

"I've got my period."

"Oh. Damn."

She twisted in the seat and put her right arm over my shoulders, leaned towards me and whispered, "You can shag me in my arse."

"Oh really? You're good with that?"

"I love it."

"You really are quite the amazing woman."

She withdrew her arm and straightened herself up. I could see she was smirking away.

As I pulled into the parking lot of The Crown Inn on the A21 in Chislehurst a few minutes later, it suddenly dawned on me. I said to Flo, "I don't have anything that can be used as a lubricant."

She saw that the Crown Inn had a pub, "I'm sure we can find something in the pub."

"Oh, and how will that work, Flo? A pint of your finest Kentish ale for me and some K-Y jelly for this young lady's arse."

"Ahh haa haa!"

We were both still laughing as we stepped inside and out of the rain. I had already checked in. We stepped over to the pub. The lunch crowd was thinning down, the staff were clearing the tables.

Before we were seated ourselves, Flo said to me, "All set."

"What do you mean?"

She opened her hand up. There nestled between five white fingernails were two little plastic tubs of butter. I was startled, "Where did you get those?" She slipped them into her pocket.

"I just nicked them," she smiled.

We turned around and made our way to room #4, avoiding the pub altogether.

"No white wine?" She asked as I closed the door behind her.

"Sorry, Flo, we've both got to drive."

She started undressing herself, "You too, Sam."

"Sex or talk first?" I asked.

"Sex."

She handed me one of the tubs and said, "One's for you." She turned around, walked towards the washroom and said, "I'll just be a minute."

She was a good ten minutes. I heard the shower going. I heard the toilet flush, several times. In the meantime I waited on the bed naked and slowly stroked my erection. I just kept it hard. My little butter tub was in my left palm, warming up.

What a fuck animal she was. And I found her on Google? Christo was a fucking genius.

There she was. Her hair was damp and hung down as she walked towards the bed, smirking away. Her suckable nipples pointed up and out on her small breasts. The two muscles under her lower lip showed me she was determined. Her brown eyes said it, too. As she approached the bed I could see a little string hung in the gap at the top of her slender thighs.

She climbed up onto the bed and ten white fingernails dove into my chest hair. My fingers found a little stubble of pubic hair on her pussy lips. We kissed. She was hot. She lay on top of me kissing, her hands were on my chest and she twisted her shoulders forward, one followed by the next, thereby rubbing her nipples through my chest hair. My cock was sandwiched between us, stiff as a rock.

"Allow me," she smiled as she pulled the melted butter from my hand.

I watched her as she peeled off the paper top and placed it on the side table. She lifted my swollen cock off of my belly, angling it straight up. With her left hand she tipped the entire contents of the butter tub onto the top of my cock and with the fingers of her right hand slowly stroked my cock up and down evenly distributing the glistening melted butter over the entire length of my shaft.

I nearly came right then and there.

In one deft move while holding onto my cock for leverage, Flo sat up, squatting on her feet which straddled my hips.

Her cunt was garishly wide open with a tampon string hanging down.

Flo's reddish brown hair hang straight down as she watched herself angling my cock to her pink bum hole. Suddenly, I felt her anus against my cock head, then a tightening... and I was in!

"Ahh!" we gasped simultaneously. Flo had lifted her face upwards, her eyes were closed and her mouth was open.

Her full weight came down on me as her feet pushed out to under my arms.

I was balls deep in her sweet little ass. It was tight. I could feel her pulse on my cock.

"Just like that? No foreplay?" I asked.

Flo responded by wiggling her hips, thereby grinding herself on my cock while shifting her weight forward with her hands firmly entwined with my chest and chest hair. One hand was definitely buttery. "Shhhhh... auuugh" she sighed.

My hands instinctively shot forward, caressing her tits, her crinkled areola and her fat, dark coral coloured nipples.

She kept grinding herself side to side and then front to back on my cock all the while moaning and cooing with her face angle straight up. I couldn't help but add a little hip flex to the motion.

"Ohhh yessss...." she sighed.

Our motions increased in tempo as did our breathing and heart rates. Flo had an animal, almost sinister look in her face as she adjusted her leg positions and leaned back putting her weight on her left arm.

Her right hand slipped down to her crotch. In an instant her fingers became a blur on her clit.

The new position allowed me to slide my hands from her boobs, down her sides and clasp each of her ass cheeks. My hips were free to rotate and they did. I slammed my cock in and out of her buttery butthole with a fury.

"Ohhh yesss!"

No more than thirty seconds later her head flung forward and the muscles in her belly, together with her anal and vaginal muscles, started contracting in unison as she gurgled incomprehensibly. Her fingers remained a blur.

It was too much, I came in a torrent. My hips thrashed uncontrollably, my whole body convulsed with each spurt.

When I managed to regain my senses, I watched Flo arch forward again and rub her clit to a renewed series of orgasmic contractions and then, after five or so spasms she slumped forward, landing on my chest with the side of her face. Her fingers snaked into my chest hairs.

Both of our chests heaved for air. We were both sweaty, slippery and a bit greasy from the butter. I could feel my cock slip from her ass due to the new angle and the simple fact that I was spent and rapidly shrinking.

"Flo, you're frikkin' amazing," I managed to stammer.

Two breaths later she looked up into my eyes and said, "Thank you, Sam; that was so nice."

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?" She asked.

"You're thanking me?" I laughed, "No, thank you, Flo."

My cock slipped out of her bum.

"Ooo." She jumped up off me, clutching her bum with her right hand and ran off to the washroom. A minute later she returned with a long length of toilet paper which she tore in half handing me some.

"Flo, in all honesty, I can't understand. How can you, a beautiful woman, smart, professional," I struggled for a moment as I cleaned off my cock, "successful, intelligent and crazy horny, not have a boyfriend? And as you said, you had not had sex in a year. How can that be?"

She looked forward as she wiped her ass, "Believe me, Sam, I ask myself that question, too, every day." She folded the paper up as she adjusted her weight to sit on the bed. "It's not for lack of trying," she sighed and then added, "I'm starting to think that it's all my fault, I just attract the wrong types."

"What did you call them, wallys or something?"

She chucked, "That's right, that's what they are, wankers, wallys and complete prats."

I guessed she sensed that I'd lost something in the Brit-speak. "In American, jerk-offs, dickheads and complete assholes, how's that?" she added.

I could only laugh.

"But I have found someone new that isn't like that at all." Her left-hand fingernails slid through my chest hairs as she smiled up at me.

"That's sweet, Flo," I smiled back, intercepting her fingers with mine and lifting them to my lips, "but it's time for business." I kissed her fingers and then gently pushed her away allowing her to sit back up on the edge of the bed.

Naked, I stood up off the bed, walked towards the washroom and tossed my butter, cum and anal juice infused lump of toilet paper into the toilet, flushed and then washed my hands in the sink. "Flo," I called out as I dried my hands, "in the desk drawer there's a pen and pad of paper, can you please find it? I need you to write some stuff down."