Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  She stared at him for a few seconds, then finally nodded. “Will you be seeing your—? Will you be seeing Naomi?”

  “Probably.”

  Sophie moved away to the table, setting out the knives and forks. “So… Sara tells me you’ve not phoned her for a while.”

  “You spoke to Sara?”

  “Yes, earlier today. It was just a throwaway comment she made.”

  Jim shrugged, and wondered why Sophie felt the need to mention it. It seemed rather out of the blue. “She seemed to lose interest in me after I refused to fuck her while you were fucking Billy, so I haven’t bothered.”

  The look on Sophie’s face suggested she wanted to say something else, but then her face relaxed. She busied herself rounding up condiments to go with the curry. He wondered if Naomi liked curry.

  He took the Balti from the microwave. “When do you leave?”

  “We’re catching the shuttle flight to Heathrow Friday afternoon, then flying to Kingston at nine that night.”

  “Not using the private jet?” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm from his voice, but she didn’t seem to notice.

  “No, apparently not.”

  Jim turned and rinsed the rice with boiling water. Just as he was preparing to plate up, Sophie stepped behind him. For some reason it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

  “If you want to eat later instead, we could maybe both go to the gym? A quick work-out then a sauna and spa—we haven’t done that for ages.”

  He didn’t really feel like training. “I’m not in the mood, but if you need to firm your body up for Jamaica, I’ll put your dinner aside and you can re-heat it when you get back.”

  “Are you saying my body’s saggy?”

  He laughed. “No, I’m not saying that at all—I just don’t fancy a session in the gym. If you do, I don’t mind you going.”

  She shook her head. “No, I’ll eat now.”

  Jim grabbed the cutlery from the table and took their food to the lounge, where they ate while watching TV. Neither of them brought up what they’d done the previous evening and Jim headed up to bed a little after ten thirty. When Sophie joined him twenty minutes later, Jim was facing his edge of the bed with his eyes closed. As he lay in the dark, he felt her hand run down his back. He feigned sleep, and Sophie soon turned over with a sigh.

  * * * *

  Jim walked into the pub on Friday straight from work, and Naomi looked pleasantly surprised to see him, giving him a big smile as she walked over to serve him. “Hello you. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

  “I seem to be all by myself for the weekend, so I thought I’d try this pub. Rumour has it the barmaid is very pretty.”

  She laughed. “I wish.”

  He smiled. “And I heard she’s really easy.”

  “You wish! A Corona for you, pest?”

  Naomi went to get his beer, and Jim saw a couple of other men ogling her legs and bum as she bent to get the bottle from the chiller. She was wearing a knee-length fitted skirt and flat shoes without nylons. He didn’t exactly mind that the men were looking at her, but he didn’t find it arousing in the way he did when he saw men ogling Sophie.

  “Here you go, babe.”

  “Thanks.” He grinned at the pet name, but then realised she might say that to everyone she served. “What are your shifts like this weekend?”

  “I’m working tomorrow night and Sunday lunchtime. I’m repaying the shifts the other girls covered when we went to Blackpool.”

  He tried not to show his disappointment. “It turns out that I’ll be on my own again. Looks like I’ll be drinking a lot then, as I’ll have to sit in here and ogle you.”

  She laughed. “I’m not working tomorrow until six. Maybe you could have a drink or two now, then go home and pack your toothbrush. I’ll finish here about eleven-thirty, then we can go home and have tonight and all day tomorrow together.”

  He felt elated. “I’d really like that.”

  Naomi saw someone waiting to be served further down the bar and excused herself.

  Jim stayed for another hour or so before going home. He took a shower and got changed, then watched TV until about ten-thirty. When he returned to the pub it was very busy and Naomi didn’t get a chance to see him until closing time. She made him a coffee to drink while she cleared up with the other two barmaids, then they walked out to the carpark together. He followed her home, parking his car on the drive behind hers. When they finally got inside, she slipped her arms around his waist and held him close.

  “It’s really nice to have you here again.” Her voice was warm and intimate.

  “It’s nice for me, too.”

  “Can you get Sophie to go on an adventure every weekend?”

  “I wish I could.”

  They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Naomi turned away. “I’m just going to go for a quick shower. Why don’t you make yourself comfy in the lounge?”

  Jim wandered into the living room and closed the louvered blinds, then sat on the couch and turned on the TV. It took him a few moments to work out the remote, but he soon found Dirty Harry playing on the Drama channel. Naomi came in wearing a long t-shirt and nothing else. Her feet were bare, her hair wet. She sat on his knee and placed her arms around his neck, resting her head against his.

  She glanced at the TV. “Ooh.”

  “You can flick the channels if you like.”

  “Don’t be silly. We’ll watch Clint.”

  “Okay.”

  She smiled at him. “Do you want a drink? There’s beer, and I’ve got white wine in the fridge.”

  He shook his head. “I’m fine, but you have one.”

  She returned from the kitchen with a glass of white wine, this time sitting next to him. He placed his arm around her shoulders and they stayed like that until the film finished.

  “So, are you going to tell me what Sophie got up to in Bangkok?”

  Jim was surprised, and she must have seen it in his expression.

  “I’m sorry, I’m just curious. You don’t have to tell—”

  “It’s fine, I’ll tell you if you want to know.”

  She smiled and nodded.

  “Well, she went sight-seeing for a few hours, then she met up with a beautiful Thai woman. They went to a hotel room and the Thai woman pleasured Sophie with her mouth and fingers.”

  Naomi’s eyes were wide. “With G-J watching?”

  Jim nodded. “Sophie then tried to reciprocate, but she found the other woman was packing.”

  “Packing? As in shoving her clothes into a suitcase, packing?”

  “What? No! Packing, as in she wasn’t another woman at all. She was a man. Or a ladyboy, to be more accurate. She had a great body, beautiful face, nice boobs, and a cock.”

  “God! What did she do?”

  He snorted. “Exactly what G-J had wanted to see all along. Sophie got fucked by a chick with a dick.”

  Naomi was shaking her head. “Wow—I’m kind of jealous.”

  “Why?” Jim could actually see the attraction of it, but he wanted to hear Naomi explain herself.

  She shrugged, looked embarrassed. “It’d be just, you know, all soft and nice to be cuddled, with the added bonus of a boner.”

  Jim laughed and pushed her playfully.

  She turned a little more serious. “Did the idea of it turn you on?”

  His mind flashed back to how he’d fucked Sophie’s mouth when she was in the bath, but he didn’t want to tell Naomi about that. “I suppose so…”

  She laughed and tickled his ribs. “Don’t play coy with me, young man. You’re a voyeur. These things give you a kick.”

  Jim frowned. “I didn’t want you to think—”

  “It’s okay, Jim. I know you both get a kick out of what Sophie gets up to. I’m not going to sulk when you have sex with your wife.”

  He stared at her face, feeling a little foolish. “Sorry, I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “I know.” She put her hand on his
arm. “You’re very considerate, for a swinger.”

  “Yeah, maybe I’m not really cut out for this swinging lark.”

  She kissed him gently on the lips. “Let’s go to bed.”

  “That sounds like a good plan.”

  She stood up. “Yeah, well now Clint’s gone off there’s nothing to look at down here.”

  He slapped her bum playfully and marvelled at the firm softness of her body under her t-shirt. His cock started to swell. As he followed her up the stairs he watched her bum through the thin cotton. His erection was still rock hard after he’d brushed his teeth.

  Naomi sat up in her bed, the quilt up to her waist and her breasts in full view. She smiled appreciatively as his cock sprang out the moment he got his underwear off. “Have you brought that for me?”

  He laughed. “Yeah, it’s yours for as long as you want it.”

  “Don’t make promises we know you can’t keep.” She was still smiling, but her eyes looked a little sad.

  Jim got into bed and Naomi turned the light out. She smelt of shampoo and felt wonderful. Jim pulled her close and kissed her. Naomi climbed on top and guided him inside her. They both sighed as he slid all the way in, then Jim wrapped his arms round her waist and savoured everything she did to him.

  * * * *

  They spent Saturday morning in bed, then walked to a local café for lunch. They laughed and chatted as they wandered round the shops in the town where Naomi lived. Jim had never considered the possibility of meeting anyone he knew, but when he saw Patrick from his office walking towards them in the street, he didn’t feel any awkwardness at being seen with Naomi.

  Patrick was with a big guy with short black hair and a goatee, and looked startled when he saw Jim. “Hey, Jim…” His eyes widened when he realised Jim wasn’t with Sophie.

  Jim smiled. “Hiya, how’s the leg doing?”

  Patrick smiled and nodded at the same time. “It’s getting there.”

  Jim looked at Naomi. “This is Patrick, who works in our office. Patrick, this is my friend Naomi.”

  Naomi smiled and held out her hand. “Hi Patrick, I’m actually his fuck-buddy.”

  Patrick sniggered and gave her a hug rather than shaking her hand. “Great to meet you. Since we’re all shedding layers, let me introduce you to Ryan.” He turned to the big guy. “I usually introduce him as my friend, but he’s actually my bear.”

  Jim and Naomi both shook hands with Ryan, then they all said goodbye and each couple carried on with their day, walking down the street in opposite directions.

  Naomi held onto Jim’s arm. “It’s a shame your colleague’s gay, he’s quite cute.”

  Jim laughed. “Yeah, Sophie will be gutted.”

  “Didn’t you already know he’s gay?”

  “No, but then he didn’t know what I get up to, either.”

  She squeezed his arm. “He does now.”

  “Yeah, thanks fuck-buddy.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  Jim found he didn’t really care who knew about him seeing Naomi. It was weirdly freeing. If anything, he was proud to be seen with her. They wandered around the shops for another hour before heading back to Naomi’s house. They had a cup of coffee and chatted in the kitchen about the trivial things he never seemed to discuss with Sophie any more.

  Naomi checked her watch. “It’s just after four o’clock, and I have to be at work by six. What do you want to do?”

  Jim shrugged. “I was going to come along for a drink, watch you getting flirty with all your customers. You know how I like to watch.”

  She laughed and moved closer, kissed his cheek. “That will be lovely, but I actually meant what do you want to do now? I’ll have to leave here by quarter-to six. It’ll take me fifteen minutes to get dressed and do my makeup, and ten minutes to shower. So, that means that I’ll need to be getting in the shower at twenty-past five, which gives you just over an hour and a quarter to use my body any way you see fit. So… what do you think?”

  He looked into her eyes. “I think you should get your clothes off.”

  “Here?”

  He smiled. “Why not?”

  She looked round. “You’ve already had me in the kitchen.”

  Jim nodded, smiling at the memory. “Yep.”

  Naomi put her finger to her mouth. “And you’ve also had me in the living room, as I recall.”

  Jim nodded again, the lunchtime visit replaying in glorious technicolour. “Yep.”

  “And you’ve had me a lot of times in the bedroom.” Naomi had started to undo his shirt.

  “I’m a lucky boy. Do you want us to try a different room, then?” Jim stroked her hair back from her face.

  “Maybe we could try somewhere different. I don’t want you to get bored…”

  Jim pulled her close, holding her against his bare chest. “I won’t. Okay, here’s an idea—get naked and sit on the stairs.”

  She giggled and walked past him towards the hall, pulled her jumper over her head and threw it at Jim.

  He laughed and grabbed it, then started following her. When he reached the bottom of the stairs she slung her jeans down to him, which he caught. Near the top, she removed her bra and panties and sat down, wearing nothing but a smile.

  Jim stopped a couple of steps below her. An image of Sophie with the two guys on the stairs at G-J’s party flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He wanted to concentrate on Naomi. Kneeling on a stair, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. She sighed as he traced his fingers gently over her nipples. He pulled back, holding her gaze, then lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

  Naomi moaned and arched her back, and he felt her fingers in his hair.

  Jim moved over to the other breast, then back to the first. He stroked her sides, her hips. He moved his lips slowly down her body, kissing her ribs and stomach. When he reached below her belly button, he kissed the smooth, hairless pubis. Her outer lips were engorged and slick with her juices and he ran his tongue between them, making her groan again. He looked up at her. She was leaning back, eyes closed and her elbows resting on the stair a couple above the one she was sitting on. Jim closed his lips around her clit and sucked gently.

  “Oh, Jim…” She placed one of her legs over his shoulder, her foot pulling him closer.

  He released her clit and moved lower, pushing his tongue as far into her channel as he could manage.

  A grunt and a groan escaped her lips, so he fucked her with his tongue, holding her hips with his hands. She ground herself against him. Jim’s face was drenched in her juices. He kept his tongue pushed deep inside her until his jaw ached so much that he couldn’t carry on, then he recaptured her clit between his lips and slid three fingers inside her. Naomi raised her bum off the stair and came with a scream. As he sucked her clit and pumped his fingers in and out of her, she screamed his name over and over.

  Both were breathless by the time her orgasm had faded. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her hair clinging to her face. “Get your dick inside me. Now.”

  He unfastened his jeans and pulled her to her feet. He climbed to the stair below her and entered her standing up. She felt hot and wet and everything he could ever want.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as he slowly moved in and out of her.

  “Oh, Jim…”

  He kissed her forehead, her eyes and her cheeks.

  “Oh God, Jim…”

  He tilted her head up so they were looking into each other’s eyes.

  “Jim—”

  “I’m coming.”

  She held his gaze and placed her hands on the sides of his head. “Good. Come in me, let me watch your face as you come in me.”

  Jim swallowed, nodded. He watched her eyes and kept pumping his hips, then a sudden coldness in the pit of his stomach was followed by the incredible surge of euphoria as he exploded inside her. “Ahh…”

  She kissed his cheeks and pulled his hips against her.


  Spasms were making it hard for him to remain on his feet. Scared he’d fall backwards down the stairs, he gripped one hand around the bannister and slowed his movements. He smiled at her and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

  She kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you.”

  “I’m the grateful one. If you hadn’t told me how much you like cherries, we may never have got together.”

  “Hmm.”

  Jim kissed her again, felt his cock softening inside her.

  Naomi looked down, apprehensive. “Do you think I can get to the bathroom without ruining my carpet?”

  He slipped his shirt off his shoulders and scrunched it up. As he bent his knees and slid out of her, he pushed his shirt between her thighs. “Use that.”

  She grimaced. “I hope you’re not going to let Sophie do your washing.”

  “No, I do most of the laundry. But I’ve had to wash her underwear after some of her nights out, so she couldn’t complain.”

  “You’ve actually had to wash Sophie’s dirty underwear after she’s been with other men?” She sounded horrified.

  Jim could never admit that he’d actually masturbated into a pair of her knickers after she’d fucked three men one evening. He just nodded.

  “Wow. Maybe I should get myself someone to wash my knickers after you’ve ravaged me.”

  “I’ll do it.” He bounced his eyebrows at her and laughed at her melodramatic sigh.

  “Right, I think I’ll need to have my shower earlier than I’d planned.”

  “Do you want me to make you something to eat before you go?”

  She looked surprised. “What like?”

  He shrugged. “Anything. If you haven’t got stuff in, I can go buy something.”

  “I usually make myself a slice of toast…”

  Jim kissed her cheek. “I’ll nip to the supermarket. Fancy a chicken stir-fry or something?”

  She smiled. “I could get used to this—” She frowned when she realised what she’d said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

  He kissed her cheek. “I could get used to it, too.”

  As Naomi headed for a shower, Jim headed for the supermarket. Fifteen minutes later he returned with the ingredients and cooked them both chicken sweet and sour with peppers, mushrooms and beansprouts. He noticed her smiling a lot as they ate, and it made him feel unbelievably good.