Author: Erato
Title: The Book of Azan
Universe: Azan
Keywords: MF, Msolo, F1st, cons
Language: English
Part: Chapter 5 of 11

CHAPTER 5

As I showered, I tried to avoid touching my sensitive dick, but I
knew I couldn't really avoid it as it needed a good wash. I stood
under the hot jet of the shower, washing away the cum, sweat,
saliva and pussy juice that I stank of. I shaved in the shower and
mentally prepared myself for the night ahead.

It was about ten-thirty on Saturday morning now. I'd take the train
and be in London before one, pick up the cameras and check into the
hotel promptly at two. Katie would join me at around three in the
afternoon and we'd have all evening and all night together, and
then pretty much all of Sunday too. With Anne on nights, I only had
to make sure that I was back in my own bed for Monday morning when
she got back from Sunday night's shift, and she'd be none the
wiser. On Sunday morning, she'd just assume I'd left the house
early before she got back.

I packed the dildos, lube, cock ring, love egg, cuffs and related
paraphernalia into a ruck-sack and slung it over my shoulder.
Pocketing my keys, wallet and mobile phone, I headed for the door.
I paused by Anne's work bag and noticed a large syringe poking out
- not the kind with a needle attached, but with a short plastic
spout instead. It looked clean, so I took it and stuck it in the
side pocket of my bag, not really knowing what I'd use it for.

***

On the train I was lost in thought. I wondered about what Katie and
I would get up to in the hotel. Would I even be able to perform? My
cock was still feeling a bit delicate from that morning's
adventures.

She said she wanted to be "schooled in the art of love". Anything
and everything was possible. Normal vaginal sex, obviously, was a
given. I cursed myself at having forgotten to buy any condoms.
Would she want to use condoms? I assumed so - she'd be unlikely to
be on the pill. What about infections? I wouldn't get anything from
her - she was a virgin. And I didn't have anything nasty. Or did I?
I'd fucked a complete stranger in the back of a shop, or rather,
she went down on me. I can't have caught anything from that. Or
could I have? No, surely not.

Presumably she'd want me to go down on her, and vice versa. What
about rim jobs? I could hardly imagine innocent little Katie
wanting to poke her tongue up my arse, but a week ago, I wouldn't
have believed any of this was going to happen at all.

Anal? She might want anal. I hoped she'd want anal. The thought of
popping open Katie's virgin arse for the first time, the idea of
ramming my dick into a tight little orifice that had only ever been
used as an exit point for the last 24 years gave me a semi. At
least I could dismiss the worries I had about being too tired to
get it up.

I tried to concentrate on other things to avoid walking off the
train with an embarrassing stiffy. I picked up a newspaper that
someone had left behind on a seat. The ultra-conservative British
Family Party had chosen a new party leader. There had been an
earthquake somewhere in south-east Asia. It was only minor, but
there had been a lot of flooding as a dam had collapsed. The dam
was already weak from a previous earthquake, so luckily the region
had been officially evacuated weeks ago, but some die-hard locals
had stayed on after the evacuation, so there had been a few dozen
fatalities.

There's never any good news in the paper, is there? I put down the
newspaper and noticed that we were pulling into Woking station. I'd
never been to Woking but passed through it all the time on the
train - from what I could see from the comfort of me seat, there
was nothing about the town that made me eager to visit either.

As I watched passengers getting on and off the train, one of them
caught my eye: a gorgeous Chinese girl. Slim, with long hair tied
back in a pony tail, she looked a little like Katie might have as a
teenager. I hadn't known Katie before she started University, at
18. This girl looked a little younger - perhaps 15 or 16 - it was
hard to tell. She wore tightly fitted dark blue jeans and a yellow
T-shirt that showed off her small, but delightful breasts.

She sat down a few rows in front of me, in a seat facing backwards,
so although I had a good view of the pretty young thing, she could
see me too. I had to make sure I didn't stare too obviously. I
found myself mentally undressing her, imagining the pale
yellow-brown skin under her top, her flat stomach, her perky
breasts, and her little nipples. Underneath those running shoes
would be deliciously suckable toes, pretty feet and delicate
ankles. At the top of her long, slender legs, I pictured the sweet
folds of her pussy, hiding behind a patch of wispy black hair.

The train arrived in London before I knew it and I popped into the
wine shop outside Victoria Station to pick up a small bottle of
vodka, a carton of orange juice and a pack of four Red Bulls. I
didn't want either of us to be too drunk to enjoy the experience or
remember it afterwards, but a little drink might help Katie relax
into it. The Red Bulls were to help keep us awake, as I knew that
she had a long night of learning ahead of her.

The camera shop was a short walk from the station. An attractive
brunette with an eastern European accent, about 30 years old was
running the shop and didn't ask any questions. I paid for the hire
and deposit on an old debit card I'd had since before I got married
- I didn't want the bill showing up on our joint credit card
statement.

I checked into the hotel at ten past two. It was four star: nice,
but not luxury. There would be no point paying for a fancy hotel
with a pool, bar and gym facilities - all we were planning on using
was the bed and the shower. And maybe the floor. And chairs. And
table.

Although the building was probably a couple of hundred years old,
the room itself was decorated in a modern style, with cream walls
and thick red carpet. A pine table stood in the corner with a
telephone, a lamp, some hotel stationery and a guide to the various
services provided by the hotel. A red arm chair sat by the table. A
television was attached to a wall-mounted bracket in the corner and
heavy red velvet curtains hung by the windows. The queen-sized bed
was made up with white sheets, red pillows and a red and white
striped duvet. At the top was a pine bed head.

A mini-bar was under the table and I opened it to shift a few
things around and make some space for the drinks I'd bought.

I sat on the corner of the bed and sent Katie a text message with
the room number. I went to check out the en suite bathroom, which
was mostly decorated in plain white tiling, with silver fittings.
The wash basin was set in a large dark marble counter. I picked up
a plastic cup from the counter and half-filled it with cold water,
using it to down a couple of Jessica's pills that I'd brought along
with me.

While I waited for Katie to turn up, I decided to set up the
cameras. I was able to fasten one to the head of the bed. Looking
through the viewfinder I could see that it gave a good close-up of
most of the top half of the bed. Although the battery life was only
a couple of hours, I plugged the camera in to a socket behind the
bed, so it would be able to run indefinitely. The hard drives on
these modern digital video cameras were massive and would allow
several days worth of footage before filling up.

I mounted another camera onto the wall bracket, plugging it into a
spare socket next to the one into which the television was wired.
The viewfinder showed that the whole bed was covered, at a wide
angle, from high above. A third camera, I mounted on the back of
the arm chair and arranged the chair so that it was pointing at the
bed. I could see that it covered most of the bed, from a side view
at about waist height. The other two cameras I was unsure where to
position. I mounted them on small tripods and decided to use them
as and when I needed them.

I sat on the bed and waited. I felt nervous and guilty. I'd already
been unfaithful with Jessica in that shop, but I told myself that
handcuffed to the wall, I didn't have much choice then. This was
different though - this was planned. And even with Jessica, I'm
sure I could have stopped her any time.

I thought about the girl on the train. If I'd met Katie when she
was younger, before I'd met Anne, then this wouldn't be an issue.
I'd have met her, she wouldn't have remained a virgin for long,
then met Anne and taken things from there. If only I'd studied time
travel at University rather than computer science! Was it too late
to pull out of this?

I heard a knock on the door.