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.