As we kissed, I cupped her breasts and, for the first time my fingers touched her erect nipples.
“I can’t believe how well you look this morning?” I said, “How are your nipples?”
“You missed a trick there didn’t you Silverback, the sensitivity doesn’t last long. Still, you’ll know next time. And before you ask, no, I’m still unclean!” she said with a smile.
But I hadn’t needed telling.
During a couple of the poses I had glanced down to catch a glimpse of her sensuous shaven pussy and noticed the faint white string of a tampon.
“Sue?” I said, my tone indicating a big question would follow.
She slid her arms from my waist and took a step back, folding her arms as if protecting her breasts.
“Yes?”
“There’s so much about you I don’t understand, but really want to.”
Her eyes were searching mine, trying to get ahead of the question.
“The whole subject of periods, cramps, bleeding and tampons is something I’ve only heard about in guy talk. But if we are going to live together as lovers I need to know.”
Still silent. Still waiting for my bombshell.
“Will you show me, your tampon I mean. Like how you change them, explain how they help, even what they look like.”
Immediately I asked the question I regretted saying it. But too late.
`Boom!`my bombshell just hit home.
I could see it visibly shook her, and she needed a couple of seconds to take it in.
Then without speaking, she took my hand and led me towards the en-suite bathroom adjoining her bedroom.
She gave me a look that asked if I really wanted to do this.
I nodded.
Then, just outside the toilet door I paused and put a finger gently on her lips, a signal for her not to speak.
Raising a hand for her not to move, I reached behind the door, retrieving her silver-grey silk dressing gown and held it open for her to step into.
Then, reaching my arms around her waist, I fastened the thin belt.
When the belt was secure and Sue had regained her modesty I leaned forward, first kissing her neck then whispering softly against her ear.
“You don’t have to do this Sue. Jeez,I should never have asked.”
She paused before turning to face me. Her eyes again flickering across my face, searching for I knew not what.
Then she slowly nodded, took my hand again and we entered her bathroom.
The bathroom pervaded all of her very personal perfumes and odours. It was her intimate domain, making me feel out of place, an intruder.
It was a large, high ceiling room, typical of the Victorian tastes at the time the house was built.
The tub was in the middle of the floor with a toilet pedestal to one side against a tiled wall.
On a low shelf beside the pedestal was a small plastic box, which she opened and took out a pack of tampons. Taking one out of its wrapping she handed me a pink plastic applicator. She pulled back the plunger and offered it to me to hold.
In silence I examined it and handed it back to her.
“Jack, are you really sure you want to see this?”
“I’m sure. I feel I must be able to understand what happens to you, what to expect and what I can do to make life easier for you. So I’m sure.”