Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  He sucked in air on the initial contact—the oil was cold—but as Naomi’s fingers gripped and slid up and down his shaft, he soon got an erection.

  Without breaking the rhythm of her hands, Naomi leaned down and kissed his lips. “How’s that?”

  “Nice.”

  She smiled. “I love how quickly you get hard.”

  “I think you’re the reason for that.”

  “I’m sure you get hard just as quickly for all your women.”

  Jim didn’t get the impression she was picking at him, or even teasing. She said it matter-of-factly, as if just a normal observation.

  Naomi reached for the oil again, and lay on the bed next to Jim.

  He watched as she poured some oil onto her shaved mons, then started to massage it into her skin, her fingers trailing through her labia. He was transfixed for a few seconds. When he heard her giggle he looked up to her face. “Sorry, I was…”

  “You were watching me diddle myself.”

  Jim shook his head in mock innocence, then nodded. “Yeah, I was.”

  She smiled. “Good. Maybe I’ll let you watch me make myself come sometime, but right now I want you to get on top as if you were going to fuck me.”

  Jim lay between her parted legs, holding his upper body over her on straight arms.

  Naomi massaged his oil-slicked cock, then placed it against her mons, holding it against her oiled body with both hands. “Okay, pretend to fuck me.”

  Jim slowly thrust forward, felt his cock slide between the soft flesh of her mons and her warm oily palms. It felt good. He moved forward and back in a slow rhythm, and Naomi tilted her hips up so his shaft slid between her outer lips and against her clit.

  Jim heard her moan and increased the downward pressure of his thrusts against her body.

  “Oh yeah. Keep doing that.” Naomi was holding her shoulders off the bed and looking down at his cock sliding between her body and hands.

  Jim looked down too, enjoying the sight of his glistening glans appearing and disappearing behind her slippery fingers.

  “Oh Jim, I’m going to come.”

  “Good.” He sped up, pushing harder against her.

  “Oh Jim, oh Jim…” Naomi moaned and sighed, dropping her head back onto the pillow as she came.

  He watched her face. “Can I come now?” He was a little breathless.

  She lifted her head up and watched his cock again. “Mmm. I want to see you come.”

  Jim kept sliding in and out of the warm, oily gap between her body and hands. He increased the pace and watched as the thick cord of cum shot out onto her belly. He kept thrusting and more spurts followed, the sticky mess covering her fingers and stomach.

  Naomi watched until he finally stopped his movements, then lifted her hands and wrapped them around his cock, stroking his balls and softening shaft.

  She looked into his face. “Was that okay?”

  He laughed. “You’ve just watched me empty my balls. It was far better than okay.”

  “Good. I’ve wanted to do that all day long.”

  Jim kissed her gently. “I would have waited, you know. We didn’t have to have sex this weekend.”

  “I couldn’t wait.” She rubbed his cum on her tummy. “I’m covered in this.”

  “That’s your fault for turning me on.”

  “I can live with that. But I need a shower.”

  She climbed out of bed and Jim watched her bum and legs as she walked to the en-suite. “Need me to wash your back?”

  She popped her head back round the door, smiling. “You didn’t come on my back.”

  “If you give me a few minutes’ rest, I can do that next.”

  Naomi laughed and got into the shower. A few minutes later she climbed back into bed.

  Jim slid his arm around her shoulder and she nestled into him.

  She kissed his chest. “I’ve had a lovely weekend, Jim.”

  He pulled her closer. “So have I.” He didn’t want the weekend to end.

  * * * *

  After a full English breakfast they checked out of the hotel and drove home. Jim carried Naomi’s bag to her front door and was pleased when she offered him a coffee. They kissed and cuddled in the kitchen while they waited for the kettle to boil, and while Naomi poured the drinks Jim glanced at the work-surface where they’d first had sex. He smiled at the memory.

  “Come through to the lounge.”

  They sat together on the couch, their legs touching.

  He sipped his coffee then looked at her face. “Are you free any nights this week?”

  She looked up to the ceiling, as if trying to remember her plans. “Erm…”

  He smiled, and she lowered her eyes, gazing at him. He loved her expressions.

  “I may have a window in my busy schedule.”

  “What night are you free?”

  “What night do you want me?”

  Every night. “How about Wednesday?”

  “Wednesday will be fine. But Jim?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I don’t want you to take me anywhere exciting. I want us to stay in and have sex.”

  He swallowed. “Okay.”

  They sat in silence and finished their drinks. Jim didn’t want to leave. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part, but he sensed that Naomi didn’t want him to leave, either.

  They looked at each other and there was an awkward silence.

  Naomi smiled and stroked his leg. “Sophie’s going to come home and tell you about her weekend, and you’ll have a nice night.”

  He wondered if it bothered her, and searched her eyes to try and find an answer. “I’m sorry—”

  She put her finger to his lips. “I knew the deal when I met you. I knew you were married. Don’t be sorry.”

  Jim nodded and kissed her finger, which was still against his lips.

  She stroked his cheek. “You need to go.”

  Jim stood and they hugged. Naomi had removed her boots and socks when she’d arrived home, so Jim had to stoop to hold her. When she opened the door and turned, he saw tears in her eyes. Jim gripped her wrists and she laughed.

  “God, I’m like a teenager.”

  He nodded and kissed her forehead.

  “Go.”

  He kissed her forehead again, and stepped past her and out of her house. He’d only taken two steps down her path when she called him.

  “Jim?”

  He turned to look at her.

  She shrugged her shoulders, looking tiny with her bare feet, jeans and jumper. “I’m not working tomorrow lunch time, if you find you have an hour to spare and don’t want to wait until Wednesday…”

  He smiled broadly. “I’d really like that.” He walked to his car. In his mirror he could see her watching from her doorway until his car turned out of sight at the end of her road.

  * * * *

  It was dark outside by the time Sophie got home. Jim saw the lights of the Mercedes stop outside their drive and watched her climb out of the back. As Sophie’s key slid into the front door, the car drove away. Jim got up from the sofa as she came in.

  She smiled and came to give him a brief hug. “Hiya.”

  He thought she looked tired. “Hi. Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, fine.” She sounded happy. “I had great time. Bangkok was fantastic.”

  Jim assumed she meant the sex. “Oh?”

  “It’s such an amazing place.” She took off her coat as she chatted. “Massive outdoor markets and skyscrapers and temples that lit up at night and looked like they were from a fairy tale.”

  He smiled at her enthusiasm. “Do you want a brew?”

  She shook her head. “I think I’ll have a long soak in the bath, and maybe you could bring me a glass of wine?”

  Jim wondered why she felt the need for a bath, and couldn’t deny the tingle he felt in his loins.

  Sophie opened her handbag and took out a small brass Buddha keyring. “I bought you a present.”

  Laughing,
he held it in his hand; it was quite heavy. “Erm… Thanks.”

  She pushed his chest playfully. “Don’t be so ungrateful. A boy of about eight was selling them at the market. He had such a beautiful face I felt compelled to buy it. I had no Thai money so I gave him a tenner.”

  “A tenner?”

  “I know, but he looked desperate for the sale.”

  He looked down at the keyring. “Thanks.”

  They were silent for a few seconds, and then he looked into her eyes. “So, what else did you do at the weekend, apart from shopping?”

  She moved close and put her mouth to his ear. “Do you want the details?”

  He did, even though he wished he didn’t. But Naomi had told him to have a nice evening. She understood. “Only if you want to tell me…”

  “Well, I suppose I could tell you a little about what went on.”

  He pinched her nipples, making her groan. “You’ll tell me everything that went on.”

  She looked at him with half-open eyes. “Only if you fuck me.”

  He smiled. “We’ll see.”

  She seemed surprised by his indifference, then started to unbutton her shirt while watching his eyes. “Don’t you think you’ll want to fuck me when I tell you about my adventures?”

  He glanced at her bra and toned stomach. Shrugged noncommittally. She smiled and undid the button and zip of her black pin-striped trousers and let them drop to her ankles. Kicked them off her feet, along with her shoes.

  He looked down at her legs and bare feet, the white lace panties and open shirt. “I may just fuck your mouth.”

  Her eyes flashed wide with surprise, then she smiled. “I may just let you.”

  With that she turned and headed towards the stairs. She looked over her shoulder. “Give me ten minutes then bring the wine. Bring the whole bottle, and two glasses.”

  Jim listened as she went upstairs and started to fill the bath. He felt a strange kind of guilt—a guilt he’d never felt before when fucking someone other than Sophie.

  Ten minutes later he walked into the bathroom carrying the wine and two glasses. Sophie was in the bath, her head the only part of her visible above the bubbles. She’d tied up her hair and removed her makeup.

  He placed the glasses on the windowsill, poured the wine, then passed one of the glasses to Sophie and chinked his against hers. “Cheers.”

  She sniffed the wine and took a taste, smiling her approval.

  “So,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bath. “What had he lined up for you that was worth flying all the way to Thailand?”

  She sipped her wine and looked at him over the rim of her glass. “Aren’t you going to join me in the bath?”

  He shook his head. “No, you’ll have the water far too hot.”

  “True.” She took another sip.

  Sophie explained about the time difference and flight time, the sleeping on the plane. She gave brief descriptions of the things she’d seen on her sightseeing trip—the market, the ferry tour, the temples.

  Jim listened intently: Bangkok was somewhere he’d always fancied going to.

  Sophie took a sip of wine. “But I suppose these details aren’t the sort of things you want to hear.”

  “No, I like to know about them. It’s interesting.”

  She smiled. “Good. Well I have some photos on my phone, so I’ll show you the temples and stuff later.”

  Jim nodded. He knew she was finally getting to the interesting part.

  Sophie had another sip of wine. “By the time we got back to the hotel it was dark. G-J suggested I take a bath while he made some business calls. When I came out of the bathroom there was an outfit for me—a gorgeous green dress and shoes.”

  “Wait. You two shared a hotel room?”

  She nodded. “He only booked one room, but we didn’t stay there. We checked out and slept on the plane.”

  “Oh, right. Sorry—carry on.”

  “So after my bath I applied makeup and fixed my hair, and put on the outfit. The dress was gorgeous and I felt good about the way I looked. Then we went up to the rooftop bar to meet my date.”

  Jim watched her face and tried to imagine how it must have felt to walk into a bar and meet someone for the first time, knowing she’d be intimate with them an hour or so later.

  “When G-J introduced me to Lawan, I couldn’t believe it. She was a stunning Asian woman. Beautiful face, great figure, really petite. Shorter than me, with lovely legs in high heels and a sheer white dress.”

  “Wow. And that’s who G-J wanted to watch you have sex with?”

  Sophie nodded. “We went back to our suite and G-J sat in an armchair next to the bed while Lawan undressed me and kissed me all over. She made me come twice with her mouth and fingers, and I was in heaven.”

  Jim didn’t speak, but his cock swelled inside his jeans.

  “Then I started to repay her attentions. I pulled her dress down and kissed her boobs. They were about the same size as mine, and soft with dark nipples. But when I lifted the dress up her legs I found something inside her panties I wasn’t expecting to find.”

  Jim thought about the rubber plug she’d described Anja making her wear. “What was it?”

  “A cock.”

  “A rubber one?”

  “No, Jim. A real one, with a hard-on and a pulse and precum all over the tip. Lawan was a ladyboy.”

  Jim’s jaw dropped. “But you said she had boobs?”

  “Yes, and they were lovely. I asked G-J about them on the flight home, and he said ladyboys take hormones. It reduces facial hair and makes their boobs grow. Apparently it can also affect their ability to get erections. Maybe Lawan took Viagra because his cock was rock hard.”

  Jim’s mind tumbled over the revelation. He wondered what he’d have done in Sophie’s place, but then finding your lover has a cock is much less traumatic for a woman than it would be for a guy. “So, what did you do?”

  She laughed. “What do you think I did?”

  He watched her face, imagining her looking down at the cock. “Tell me.”

  Sophie sat up in the bath, her bubble-covered boobs now visible. “Put your dick in my mouth.”

  Jim hesitated for all of two seconds, then undid his jeans and released his cock. He stepped next to the bath and Sophie closed her lips round him. He shuddered and squeezed his eyes shut while she sucked him.

  She released him from her mouth but held him in her warm hand. “I sucked his cock, but G-J had already given Lawan instructions on what he wanted to see.”

  “And what was that?”

  Sophie took his cock back into her mouth, making him groan. She wanked the base of his dick while she sucked him, leaning over towards him. Water splashed over the edge of the bath.

  She retreated, but kept pumping his cock with her hand. “He wanted to watch me getting fucked by a ladyboy, so that’s what happened. Lawan laid me down on the bed and fucked me with his cock.”

  “Was it big or small?”

  She shrugged. “Normal. It felt good to me, and when he fucked me I came again.” She took his cock back into her mouth as Jim imagined her head thrown back as she was filled, her hands stroking the ladyboy’s pert little breasts.

  “And could he come? I mean, if someone’s taking hormones can they still produce semen?”

  Sophie knelt up, splashing more water onto the floor. She gripped his cock and pumped him quickly. Her other hand pulled his jeans down his thighs then cupped his balls.

  “Lawan withdrew and came over my tits.” She took him back into her mouth and forced him deep into her throat for a few seconds before releasing him. “I don’t know how much he shot out compared to other men, but he definitely ejaculated. It was warm and sticky and we slid together, spreading his cum over both our bodies.”

  Jim grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward, pushing his cock deep into her mouth. She let out a startled cry as he fucked her mouth, bucking his hips.

  Sophie put her wet hands on the
back of his thighs and pulled him into her face, and Jim came with a grunt. He heard her gag and moan but he didn’t let go of her hair. He kept his cock deep in her mouth until he heard her gulping and swallowing.

  When he finally released his grip she sat back on her haunches in the bath, looking shocked.

  She gazed into his eyes for a couple of seconds, then licked her lips. “You seem to like the idea of me with a ladyboy.”

  Jim was surprised by his own reaction. The chemical change in his body after the orgasm made him feel bad about what he’d just done. He wasn’t sure why he’d felt the need to use her the way he had—it was almost an act of anger.

  He tried to sound casual. “Yeah, it’s a sexy image—a gorgeous chick with a dick.”

  She lowered herself down in the bubbles, lying full length in the bath. “Do you want to get in now? It’s cool enough for your sensitive skin.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Come on. There’s more for me to tell you about.”

  Jim reached for the bottle and topped up their glasses, then stripped and climbed in, facing Sophie with his feet either side of her bum. She adjusted her legs to rest on top of his and added more hot water, waiting until he said it was as hot as he could stand it.

  She took a sip of her wine. “Where were we?”

  “You made Lawan come.”

  “That’s right. Afterwards I went for a shower. But I’d forgot to get clean panties, so before getting into the spray I headed back to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and from the bathroom I could see Lawan giving G-J a blowjob.”

  “Really?”

  Sophie nodded. “Do you think he’s gay?”

  Jim shrugged. “I think ladyboys probably have sex with men more often than they do with women.”

  “What? No, not Lawan. I meant G-J. Do you think G-J’s gay?”

  Jim shook his head, confused. “I doubt it.”

  “So why let a man suck him off?” She seemed a little upset by this. “I mean,” she continued, “Doesn’t that suggest to you that he’s gay?”

  “No. You said Lawan looked like a beautiful woman—that’s probably what G-J was looking at when he got the blowjob.”

  Sophie still looked unsure.

  Something else occurred to him. “Maybe if G-J had been sucking Lawan off, you could accuse him of being bi. Everything he’s done to watch you have sex shows that he likes women.”