Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  Jim wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, running his tongue over hers. She groaned, kissed him back. Her arms encircled his waist as she pressed her body against his. He was getting harder by the second.

  He broke the kiss and lifted her up by the waist, sitting her on the granite worktop. He pushed her skirt up and eased her legs apart, standing between them.

  She looked surprised.

  Jim pulled her head closer until their foreheads were touching. “I’ve wanted you since that night at the party. I fancied you then, and I’ve fancied you more each time we’ve been together.”

  He reached up and caressed her breast through her top, making her sigh. He kissed her again, and she ran her fingers through his hair. Jim undid the zip of his trousers, releasing his straining cock. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward to the edge of the worktop.

  Her eyes and mouth opened as he pushed his hands up her skirt. “Jim, there’s a bed upstairs.”

  “Shut up.” He pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, excited at the wetness of the material. He looked down at her sex, saw it was completely shaved. He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance then looked up into her face.

  As they stared at each other he pushed forward and into her hot, snug channel.

  She let out a long groan and wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs. He groped her breasts roughly, and she groaned again, scratching his back through his shirt.

  He fucked her hard and she clung to him, scratching and clawing at his sides and back, pulling his hair. She whimpered and moaned. He felt her clench around him as she came, and he stared into her eyes as he came deep inside her moments later.

  Jim stayed buried inside her as they got their breath back, his arms around her and her head resting on his shoulder.

  He laughed to himself.

  She kissed his neck and pulled back to look into his eyes. “What’s funny?”

  “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined our first time. I intended taking you out somewhere nice. You’d wear a beautiful dress and sexy shoes, then we’d go back to a big hotel room where I would slowly remove your clothes, kiss you all over and make love to you very slowly.”

  She smiled. “That would have been lovely. We can still do that, if you like.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, we will. But I wouldn’t change what just happened.”

  “Me neither. It was brief, but intense.”

  “I’m sorry if it was too brief.” Jim was a little worried that he’d come too quickly.

  She laughed and stroked his chest, then leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “It was perfect, and the timing was appropriate. I wanted you to come when you did, with me.”

  He looked down at where their bodies were still joined. “When I pull out you’re going to leak. It felt like I had a lot to give.”

  “Mmm.” She had a broad smile on her face.

  He turned serious. “I don’t know why Sara said what she did, but please don’t think I didn’t want…” He nodded down to where his softening cock was still inside her. “This.”

  She smiled and nodded. “I suspect Sara’s quite fond of you and doesn’t want to share.”

  “It’s nothing to do with her what we do, and I’ll never touch her again.”

  She frowned. “You don’t have to say—”

  “I know, but it’s true. Nothing will ever happen between me and Sara again.”

  Naomi held his hips and pushed him slowly back and out of her. Jim zipped himself up and she lowered herself off the worktop and back to the floor.

  She stroked his arm. “You pour the coffees, I’ll go and clean up a bit.”

  While Naomi was upstairs Jim re-boiled the kettle and found cups and coffee. A couple of minutes later she came back downstairs. She thanked him as she took her coffee.

  “Your house is very nice.”

  “Thanks. What time do you need to be back at work?”

  He shrugged. “There’s no set time that I need to be back by. I’ve not got any meetings this afternoon so I can go back whenever. If I need to finish anything off before I leave, I can work late.”

  A broad smile spread across her face. “In that case, I’ll show you the living room while we finish our coffee, then I’ll show you the bedroom.”

  “That sounds like a great plan.” His cock twitched at the thought of her naked body in bed. He’d never been with anyone who shaved her sex before.

  She sat in one of her leather armchairs and looked at him. “The bed will be much more comfortable for what I have in mind.”

  His heart beat a little faster, and his cock thickened. He’d have no problem getting hard again.

  “Naomi?”

  She raised her eyebrows.

  “When we go to bed, will you keep your slippers on?”

  She snorted. “I can do, but you won’t see them. You’re going to be wearing a gimp mask.”

  Now he laughed out loud. He loved her sense of humour.

  As it turned out she didn’t wear her slippers and he didn’t wear a gimp mask. They were both completely naked and they made love slowly. Naomi straddled him until she came, then Jim got on top and made her come a second time before his own release. He wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in her bed afterwards, but had to go back to work.

  * * * *

  Jim ended up needing to work late and didn’t get home until after Sophie. He’d texted to let her know, and was pleasantly surprised that she’d started to make dinner. They ate in the living room while watching the news on TV.

  Sophie seemed in a good mood. “So, how was your date last night? You were asleep when I got home, and still asleep when I left for work.”

  Jim had a mouthful of food so couldn’t answer immediately. He felt a tinge of guilt because he’d feigned sleep both times to avoid her questions.

  She gave a teasing smile. “I hope she’s not wearing you out.”

  He swallowed. “We had a nice time, thanks. I got back late, but not as late as you…”

  She smiled. “Well, I had a nice time, too.”

  He didn’t bother asking for details, and took another mouthful of food.

  She cleared her throat. “G-J phoned me today.”

  He looked up. “Oh?”

  “He said his auditors had finished, and he’d be contacting me soon about another trip.”

  Jim nodded, thinking it would be an ideal opportunity to spend more time with Naomi. “Sounds good.”

  “Hmm, that’s what I thought.”

  She was smiling, and he knew that not long ago this news would have been enough to make them go upstairs and fuck each other’s brains out. But tonight it didn’t happen, and even when they did go to bed neither of them seemed interested in having sex. Jim had showered at Naomi’s before heading back to work, so he didn’t feel the need to shower before getting into bed. Nor did he have the energy to ask why Sophie had told Sara about the dynamic of their relationship. Suddenly, it didn’t seem to matter that Sophie had discussed his voyeurism with Sara.

  The following day he considered phoning Sara to ask why she’d felt the need to phone Naomi, but decided against it. He didn’t fancy a confrontation, and Sara may have actually done him a favour. He and Naomi were finally lovers.

  Sophie phoned him just before lunch time. “Hi. G-J’s just called and asked if I’m available this weekend.” It was already Thursday.

  Jim’s heart started to race, but this time not because he was excited about Sophie’s adventure. “Oh yeah?”

  “Would it be okay with you?”

  “Of course. Any idea where you’re going?”

  “Bangkok.”

  Jim whistled. “That’s a long way to go for a weekend.”

  “Yeah I know. We’re going in the private jet.”

  “Okay. When do you leave?”

  “Tomorrow. I’ll have to take the afternoon off work.”

  “Okay.”

  “Right, I’ll let him know. See you later.”<
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  After they’d hung up he checked his watch. He knew Naomi was working in the pub today and decided to drive there to surprise her, and ask if she fancied a couple of days away.

  Naomi looked shocked when he walked in. She walked over to serve him, a big smile on her face. He remembered her smile as she’d ridden him in bed the day before, and his cock twitched again.

  “Hello, you. What are you doing here?”

  He shrugged. “Stalking you, as usual.”

  “Good. I like being stalked by hunky young studs.”

  “I actually came to ask if you fancied coming away with me for the weekend.”

  A look crossed her face. It was only there for a split second, but he felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach. Her expression had told him that his invitation wasn’t something she welcomed.

  He felt numb. Stupid. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I understand—”

  “It’s not that, I just…”

  Jim felt the blood drain from his face. He wondered if she hadn’t enjoyed yesterday’s sex as much as he’d thought. Or as much as he had. He couldn’t believe how gutted he felt at this minute.

  Naomi must have been able to read his expression. “Jim, it’s not that I don’t want to go. It’s just…” She looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot. “My period started this morning, and so the timing of a weekend away isn’t ideal.”

  Relief washed through him. He let out a sigh. “Oh, shit… Don’t ever do that to me again.”

  She frowned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think I didn’t want to go.”

  “I don’t care if we can’t have sex over the weekend. I just want to spend time with you, to be able to hold you all night, to wake up with you…” He stopped talking when he saw her expression.

  She had wide eyes and there were tears in them again.

  “I’m sorry. What have I said now?” He was worrying again.

  She shook her head and smiled, but the tears were still there. “Jim, I’d love to go away with you for the weekend. I want to be held by you all night, and to wake up with you.”

  He was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling. “Can you get the time off work?”

  She nodded. “When do you want to go?”

  He’d already thought of where he’d like to take her. “How about if we leave after work tomorrow night, stay Friday night, have all of Saturday, then head back after breakfast on Sunday?”

  She nodded. “That sounds lovely. Now, would you like a drink while you’re here?”

  He shook his head. “No, I need to get back to work—I just wanted to see you.”

  “Thank you. For the weekend, what clothes will I need to take?”

  He thought about it. “A nice dress for Saturday night, and jeans and shoes you can walk in for the rest of the time.”

  She frowned. “Walking shoes?”

  “No, just comfortable ones you’ll be happy to wear for walking around in.”

  “Okay.” She put on a sexy voice. “What about nightwear?”

  He shook his head. “Nothing. I just want to hold you, skin to skin.”

  She flashed her eyes. “Deal.”

  “See you tomorrow.” He left the pub and drove back to work in a great mood.

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  Chapter Ten

  Sophie felt herself being pushed back into the soft leather seat as the jet accelerated down the runway. As soon as they were airborne, G-J undid his seatbelt and leaned forward in the plush chair facing her.

  “There’s a seven-hour time difference between where we are now and where we’re flying to.”

  She nodded, wondering how that would affect whatever he had planned.

  “Obviously, a weekend trip means we won’t be there long enough to adapt our body clocks, so jetlag isn’t something we’re going to have to deal with.”

  Sophie still wasn’t sure where he was going with this conversation.

  “The flight itself takes a little over thirteen hours, so we’ll be landing…” He looked at his TAG Heuer wristwatch. “At five in the morning UK time, which will be midday local time.”

  Finally, Sophie saw the problem. “So when do we sleep?”

  “Right here on the plane. That way, when we arrive we’ll have had a full night’s sleep and will be able to function properly.” G-J smiled. “And for what I have planned, I want you to be functioning in peak condition.”

  Sophie’s tingle of excitement was tempered somewhat by the memory of trying to sleep on a flight after a holiday in Dubai a couple of years ago. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep, even in these seats.”

  “They recline fully and are very comfortable.” He picked up his briefcase and began sorting through some papers. “After dinner I’ll give you something to help you sleep. You’ll get a full eight hours and still have time to shower and change before we land.”

  “Will you be taking something to help you sleep?” She already knew the answer.

  He chuckled. “I’ll have a glass of brandy and doze for a couple of hours. People my age don’t need much sleep.”

  For the next hour or so Sophie read a magazine while G-J read a business report, making occasional notes in the margin. Then Stephanie the attendant served dinner. They ate duck a l’orange and drank Pinot Noir.

  When they’d finished eating, Sophie used the bathroom. She returned to the cabin to find the plates had been cleared and the blinds pulled down over the small windows. The only light left on was in the ceiling panel directly over G-J’s chair. In one hand he held a glass of brandy, in the other a fresh report for his perusal. He nodded at a tablet and small bottle of water on the table. A fleece blanket and pillow had been left on her chair.

  Sophie took the sleeping tablet, covered her legs with the blanket, and reclined her chair. It was amazingly comfortable, and aided by the humming of the engines and the gentle vibration of the plane, she was soon fast asleep.

  By the time they landed Sophie had showered and drank two cups of tea. G-J had told her the weather at this time of year was like a warm summer’s day in the UK and she’d dressed accordingly, choosing a light cotton dress and sandals.

  A car met them at the airport and drove them into the city. Sophie didn’t think she’d ever seen so many glass and concrete high-rise buildings—there were hundreds of them on either side of the Chao Phraya River. The driver also pointed out some ancient and traditional landmarks and tourist attractions.

  Sophie’s mouth dropped open when she saw a magnificent temple on the bank of the river. “Oh my God.”

  G-J seemed pleased by her reaction. “That’s Wat Arun, a Buddhist temple—also known as the Temple of Dawn.”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “Indeed it is. Wait until the sun goes down—it looks even more impressive when it’s lit up.”

  Although the weather was as warm as G-J had predicted, it was actually raining a little when they arrived at the spectacular Millennium Hilton Hotel. Sophie couldn’t believe the splendour of the hotel, and their suite had the most amazing views of the river and city.

  G-J seemed to be getting as much pleasure from watching her taking in the sights as he did from watching her have sex. As Sophie swooned at each new thing she saw from the full-height windows of their suite, he chuckled to himself.

  “It may be lunchtime here, but I’m ready for my breakfast. I suggest we go out and get a bite to eat.”

  Sophie was more than happy with his suggestion and they made their way toward the elevators.

  There was a salacious twinkle in his eyes when the lift doors closed. “And then we can relax and enjoy the rest of our stay.”

  “Relax?” She was pretty sure they hadn’t flown almost six thousand miles so she could relax.

  He laughed. “Well, perhaps I’ll be the one relaxing, but I’m sure we’ll both be enjoying ourselves.”

  A warmth spread through Sophie’s core as s
he wondered what would happen to her later.

  The streets bustled with life. They crossed a large market with thousands of brightly-coloured stalls selling a myriad of items from electronic gadgets to food ingredients.

  G-J leaned close to talk to her over the background noise of people shouting and talking. “This place is wonderful at night. We’ll come back later.”

  He led her to a stall serving hot food. The smell was wonderful, and numerous locals ate at the rickety tables set up nearby. He spoke briefly to the middle-aged woman behind the counter, who gave him a toothless smile and threw some diced meat into a wok. A young boy served them drinks which tasted of coconut.

  The food arrived a few minutes later, a piping hot stir-fry with peppers and a rich creamy sauce. Sophie ate everything in her bowl, and washed it down with the rest of her drink.

  They wandered around the market for another twenty minutes. The rain had stopped and the sky was a clear blue.

  G-J checked his watch, then looked at Sophie. “Do you want to see some more of the city, or would you prefer to relax before your evening’s fun?”

  “I’d love to see more of the city. I don’t want to waste the chance of seeing somewhere I may not get the chance to revisit.”

  He nodded. “I agree. Let’s start with a ferry trip.”

  G-J held her hand as they made their way towards the river. Sophie looked at all the signs over the shops and bars. There were a lot of sex shows and brothels. She saw the word ‘pussy’ used over twenty times during their walk. Another often-used advertising slogan was ‘ping pong’— usually alongside a drawing or photograph of a beautiful Thai woman. Sophie wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy the sight-seeing trip until she knew what G-J had planned for later.

  “I’m beginning to worry about tonight.” She tried to keep her voice conversational.

  G-J smiled. He’d obviously seen her checking out the bars and their adverts. “What could you possibly be worried about?” His voice was teasing.

  “I’m worried that your idea may involve me appearing in a live sex show, where I’ll be expected to fire objects from my vagina.”

  He laughed out loud and patted the back of her hand. “Certainly not. Tonight will be a very private affair. We will be having a drink in the hotel bar with a single guest, and afterwards we’ll invite that guest to our suite.”