“Can we continue this at home, please?”  I hissed, through clenched teeth.

Alice tutted and then stalked off, leaving me to catch up with her. We made the journey home in silence.

Once inside the apartment it was clear Al had decided to opt for the silent treatment, as she preceded to flick on the TV and slump onto the sofa refusing to so much as look at me. I needed to calm down before I approached her so I went into the bedroom and proceeded to do some aggressive push-ups. Several minutes or fifty push-ups later Alice appeared at the door. I glanced up as I exercised. Her expression told me she was still pissed off too. We continued to look at each other, Alice leaning on the door frame, me pushing up and lowering down, my frown half-concentration, half-remaining anger. I carried on doing push-ups and she carried on frowning at me, although her eyes were travelling over my body now.

Then slowly, almost imperceptibly she moved her hands to her blouse. Her fingers started to work on the buttons. My eyes were magnetised to her movements as I lifted myself up and down. She undid two buttons, then three and I could see the beginnings of her tits and the lace of her bra. I swallowed hard but carried on exercising, feeling a tingle of blood travelling southwards. Her blouse was completely undone now, and her eyes fixed on mine again. She tossed the piece of clothing onto the bed and then, bent gracefully to her skirt unzipping it in one movement.  It slid down her legs to the floor with a soft sound. My heart was pounding heavily now and I felt the sheen of sweat increasing. I froze in my upright position again, studying Alice who now stood in just her blue lace bra, panties and boots. My clit had begun to throb, arousal mixing with residual annoyance: an intoxicating blend. In her eyes was a challenge and perhaps a punishment too. My desire for her, which I tried so carefully to lock away in a box for the past few days, now sprung out with a vengeance. When her hand slowly slid down her body coming to rest over her panties I suppressed a groan of want, pleased to note that she too was breathing heavily. Now she was trailing her other hand up over her tits. I pushed myself up into a standing position, unable to take anymore. I retained the distance between us for a moment.