Global Playground

by Delores Swallows

  Jim stripped off his t-shirt and joggers and put on a pair of grey jeans and a shirt he knew Naomi liked.

  He looked at Sophie’s reflected face in the mirror as he sat on the bed tying his shoelaces. “So, is it just the two of you tonight?”

  She was applying her lipstick so couldn’t reply for a few seconds. “No, he’s having a few friends round.”

  “Will you be fucking them as well?” He kept his voice casual and smiled to show he wasn’t asking a serious question—even though he actually was.

  Sophie turned and raised her eyebrows. “Who knows? I’ll see how horny I feel after a few glasses of champagne.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure you will.” He put a change of clothes into his kitbag and walked downstairs.

  Jim was standing in the living room when Sophie joined him a few minutes later. His eyes swept down her body. “You look amazing.” He felt a sadness he couldn’t explain, an almost nostalgic feeling for what they used to have.

  “Thank you.” Sophie looked a little sad, too.

  He turned and picked up his bag.

  “Jim?”

  “Hmm?”

  “I won’t go if you don’t want me to.”

  He shook his head and smiled. “It’s okay, Soph. We both know it’s what you want to do.”

  She looked down at her feet, then back into his eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Clive.”

  “It doesn’t matter. I knew anyway.”

  She nodded. “Right, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. Have fun.”

  * * * *

  It took Jim twenty-five minutes to get to the pub; the Friday-evening traffic was much worse than he’d been expecting. Naomi was serving a couple of girls when he walked through the door.

  She flashed him a smile as he approached the bar, making his stomach flutter. “Hello you.”

  “Hi.”

  She leaned over the bar and they kissed. This was something they’d never done while she’d been working, and it made him feel good.

  “This is a nice surprise, has she worn you out already?”

  Jim was stunned into silence.

  “Oh God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” She bit her lip, smiling.

  “I, er…” He laughed. “I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

  Naomi smiled. “Tell me you’ll have loads of energy for me later.”

  He laughed. “Count on it.”

  “Good. Corona?”

  He nodded and took out his wallet. “Sophie’s seeing one of her men for a drink. I suggested she spend the night there.”

  She handed him his beer and watched his face. “Are you okay?”

  Touching his hand against hers on the bottle, he nodded. “I am now.”

  They held eye contact for a couple of seconds, then someone shouted out a drink order. Naomi smiled and walked to serve the guy.

  Jim spent the evening at the bar chatting to a few of the regulars he’d got to know over the last few weeks, and Naomi would join the conversations during her quieter spells. As midnight approached, the last of the drinkers left and the landlord sent all the bar staff home, saying he’d finish the clearing away.

  Jim followed Naomi home in his car as he’d done many times. They locked up their cars and Jim used his own key to open her front door. Naomi smiled as she closed the door behind them. She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed his mouth.

  “I’m so glad you’re here.”

  Slipping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “Me too.”

  “Want a drink, or a coffee or anything?”

  He nodded, smiling. “The anything sounds good…”

  She laughed and held his hand, leading him upstairs. In her bedroom they kissed again, and as he started to undo her blouse she pulled back as if she’d just remembered something.

  “Are you going to G-J’s Christmas Party?”

  “What?” This was the first Jim had heard about it, but that wasn’t what was bothering him.

  “Anthony texted me earlier today, he’d just received our invite.”

  Jim shook his head. “I’ve heard nothing about it.”

  Naomi started to undo his shirt. “I thought I could maybe give you a treat and put on a show for you, let you watch me riding someone else…”

  Jim pulled back suddenly. “What? Why would I want to see that?”

  She wiggled her body, trying to cajole him. “I thought it’d turn you on. I know you’re a voyeur at heart.”

  “No, I don’t want to see that.” His words came out in a rush. The idea just turned him cold.

  “Oh.” The playfulness disappeared from her eyes and she lowered her head. “No, I’m not as sexy as Sophie.”

  “What? Sophie’s got nothing to do with it.”

  Naomi looked confused. “I didn’t say she had.”

  “And she isn’t sexier than you are. That’s not why I—” Jim had a sudden thought. “Wait… Are you saying that you want to have sex with someone else at the party?”

  She paused, looked uncertain. “It’s not that I want to, but I thought you might like—”

  “I don’t want you to go to G-J’s party.”

  Naomi stared at him, a surprised look on her face. “Oh. Right, I’ll tell Anthony I can’t go…”

  Jim nodded, relieved. “Thank you.”

  She looked down, started to remove her own blouse. Her eyes had watered and she looked dejected.

  He bent down so that he could look up into her face. “Naomi, what’s wrong?”

  She shrugged, shook her head and smiled with a sadness in her eyes. “Oh, maybe I’m just a bit upset that you don’t find the idea of watching me as much of a turn-on as watching certain other younger women.” A tear spilled down onto her cheek and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

  Jim was confused. “Why would you think you don’t turn me on? You’ve seen the effect you have on me.”

  She sighed, exasperated. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not going, so you can watch whoever you want to.”

  “What? Naomi, I think we’re on different wavelengths here.”

  She looked up into his eyes, her blouse hanging open.

  He took a step towards her, stopped a yard away. “I don’t want you to go to the party because I hate the idea of you being with anyone else.” He watched her face for signs that she understood. She nodded, but still looked bewildered. Jim cleared his throat. “And I won’t be going to the party either, because I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

  Her eyes widened. “You’re not going—?”

  “Naomi, I… I…” He shook his head, turned away and swallowed the lump in his throat. Looking back at her, he tried again. “You’re the only woman I want to be with.”

  She smiled, wiped her cheeks with her sleeve. “That’s not true. How did you spend last night?”

  “That was different. To me, sex with Sophie is little more than having a wet wank. We just use each other to get off—there’s no feeling in it from either of us.”

  “She’s your wife, Jim. You can’t say that you—”

  “I don’t feel it with her like I do when I’m with you. I don’t love her…”

  Naomi stared at him with big wet eyes. Her mouth was open, though she seemed to be holding her breath.

  “I just don’t love her anymore.” Jim swallowed, sighed. “Naomi, I’m in love with you.”

  She was crying softly. “Jim, I’m nearly fifty-years—”

  “I don’t care how old you are. You’re the only woman I want to be with.” He stepped close, rubbed her shoulders.

  “Jim, you can’t really want a future with someone like...” She gave a shy half-smile, as if she didn’t quite believe what he was telling her.

  His heart soared and he wrapped her in his arms, lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed. They kissed and undressed each other in a frenzy. As soon as she was naked he entered he
r, his jeans hanging from one leg, his socks still on.

  Naomi cried out and locked her legs around his, her feet pulling into the backs of his thighs.

  He pushed her head back, kissed her neck. She dragged her nails across his back, an exquisite pain that made him drive deeper into her.

  “Oh Jim…”

  He bit her shoulder, making her cry out again. She dug her nails into his back again, then raised her head and sank her teeth into his chest. He groaned and pushed into her harder.

  “Oh Jim, I’m…”

  His hands slid all over her body, stroking her sides, breasts, hips and thighs.

  “I’m coming. I’m—” She started sobbing and pulling him deeper.

  He felt the grasp of her orgasm and pushed himself through it, going deeper and deeper. His brain registered the delicious dissolving sensation in the base of his stomach which signalled the start of his own climax.

  He leaned up on his arms and watched her face, which was calm now, her orgasm passed.

  She smiled up at him. “I want you to come now.”

  “I’m working on it.” He was breathless.

  “Well work harder.”

  He smiled and kept his thrusts slow and deep.

  She placed her hands on either side of his head, watching his face. “Come in me. I love you, Jim, and I want you to come inside me.”

  He kept his eyes open and held his body perfectly still. His breath caught in his throat and his cock pulsed its load deep into Naomi’s warm tunnel.

  She must have felt him coming. In response, she moaned, clenching and rocking herself below him. “Ooh…”

  He inhaled and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations still rippling through his lower body.”

  “Oh Jim. Oh…”

  Naomi came for a second time, and Jim started thrusting again, his cock still inside her but in danger of being squeezed out by her contractions. He ground his pubic bone against her, making her cry and shudder and scratch him again. He didn’t mind, he just wanted to make her feel the way he felt.

  They eventually became still, their breathing ragged. After a minute or so Jim rolled off and shrugged off the rest of his clothes. They snuggled beneath the sheet, Naomi’s head in the crook of his arm.

  “Jim?”

  “Hmm?” He turned his head, kissed her hair.

  “What are we going to do?”

  “We’re going to fall asleep like this. Then as soon as I wake up tomorrow I’m going to make love to you again.”

  He felt her smile against his chest. “That sounds nice.”

  “Well, I hope it will be. Because after that I’m going to go and tell Sophie that I don’t want to be with her anymore.”

  “Are you sure it’s what you want?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. I think I’ve been trying to fool myself for too long, enjoying the sex and ignoring the lack of a relationship.”

  “How do you think she’ll react?”

  He thought about it and shrugged. “I don’t think it’ll be a total surprise. And I don’t think it’ll break her heart, either.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think whatever love she used to have for me isn’t there now. Whatever it is we share now is a physical thing.”

  “Are you happy?” She sounded scared, insecure.

  He kissed her hair again. “Yes, very happy.”

  “Will you still be happy when we wake up tomorrow…?

  “Mmm. I’ll be even happier, because I’ll know I’m about to ravish your body again.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to say stuff just to make me feel good if you didn’t mean it.”

  He turned on his side and looked at her. “I’d never do that. I mean every word, you must know that from the way I touch you, the way I am when I’m with you.”

  She nodded, smiled. “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe you’d want me. Sophie’s beautiful, and—”

  “Shh.” He kissed her on the forehead, then on her nose. “You’re beautiful. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”

  Naomi smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

  Jim had a thought. “When is it?”

  “Sorry?”

  “The party. When did Anthony say it was?”

  “It’s a couple of weeks before Christmas. Why?”

  “Let’s book a holiday, somewhere warm. We can go away for the whole week.”

  She leaned up on one elbow. “Really?”

  He nodded, imagining Naomi with a tan. “Yeah.”

  “I’d really enjoy that.” She kissed his cheek, then snuggled back against his chest.

  Jim turned the light off and smiled to himself in the dark. He listened to Naomi’s breathing become even, kissed her hair while she slept. He was still smiling when he finally fell asleep.

  ───Ξ───

  Ψ

  ───Ξ───

  Chapter Sixteen

  Sophie sat on Clive’s couch next to Sandra, a very attractive Spanish lady of about forty. Clive stood near the fireplace chatting to Sandra’s husband and another man. The rest of the guests had left around midnight.

  Sophie sipped from her glass of Prosecco. “How long have you been in the UK?”

  Sandra shook her hair back from her face. “Almost twelve years. We met when Marcus attended a conference in Barcelona and I was working as the events manager. We had a long-distance relationship for about a year before he proposed.”

  Sophie thought Sandra had the most amazing eyes she’d ever seen, a vivid emerald-green. “Does Marcus work in corporate law, too?”

  “He actually specialises in patent law.”

  “Ah, right.” Sophie knew all about patents from her own regulatory job.

  “Sophie, can I ask you a personal question?”

  Sophie looked directly into Sandra’s beautiful eyes. “Certainly.”

  “You’re wearing a wedding ring, but I know you’re not married to Clive.”

  Sophie smiled. “I’m sleeping with Clive, but I’m married to somebody else.”

  Sandra bit her lip. “Do you… only sleep with Clive? Or do you sleep with other people as well?”

  Sophie felt a sudden wetness between her legs. She narrowed her eyes and leaned closer. “Are you propositioning me?”

  The Spanish woman raised her eyebrows slightly. “Would it be a problem if I was?”

  “Not at all.”

  “You enjoy women as well?” Sandra seemed pleasantly surprised.

  Sophie licked her lips and leaned closer. “Yes, and I’m sure I’d enjoy you.”

  “Hmm.” Sandra took a sip of her drink. “Would you be available for a trip to Spain over New Year?”

  Sophie hesitated, thinking that Jim wouldn’t be very happy about it. “Possibly. Why, what do you have in mind?”

  “We have a villa in Andalucía where we often spend the holidays. The weather’s not great at this time of year, but it’s a wonderful place to relax. Perhaps you and Clive could come over and join us for a few days?”

  Sophie’s heart beat a little faster in her chest. “Yes, I think I’d enjoy that very much.”

  Sandra leaned close so her mouth was next to Sophie’s ear. “Marcus said earlier that he’d love to get you into bed, but I told him I’d have to have you first.”

  “Do you two often share partners?”

  Sandra smiled and shook her head. “I share many things, but never secrets. What other people do with me stays a secret.”

  “Will you be expecting to sleep with Clive?” It seemed a silly question, but Sophie wanted to know exactly what Sandra had in mind.

  Sandra took another sip of her drink, her eyes alive with amusement.

  Sophie suddenly knew for certain that Sandra and Clive had already enjoyed each other. “Ah, I see. So… are you really going to make me wait until Spain?”

  A puzzled look crossed Sandra’s face. “What are you suggesting?”

  “I’m suggesting I give you a tour of the new Jacuzzi area.
And a tour of me.”

  “Jacuzzis are not ideal for sex between two women. I’d want to taste you. Why not take me to bed first, then we can go in the Jacuzzi later?” Sandra raised her brows and Sophie barely had time to nod before Sandra stood, holding her hand out. She called over to the men. “Clive, I’m going to take Sophie to bed for a little while. If you three want to wait for us in the Jacuzzi, we’ll probably both be ready for something hard inside us later.”

  Sophie stared open-mouthed at Sandra as the older woman led her from the room by the hand. She giggled as they made their way upstairs. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

  “I have no intention of creeping around in the dark, hiding from people. And I don’t know about you, but I always like to finish a sex session with a good, hard fuck.”

  They reached the bedroom and Sophie closed the door behind them.

  Sandra walked to the other side of the room and then turned and looked at Sophie. “Take off your dress.”

  Sophie was a little surprised; she’d expected petting and stroking, then the two of them slowly undressing each other. She reached behind and, using both hands, managed to pull the zipper all the way down to the small of her back. She pushed the straps from her shoulders and the dress dropped all the way to the floor.

  Sandra let out a quiet gasp when she saw Sophie’s underwear. “Oh my, you look fabulous.”

  “Thank you. Now, I’d like you to take your dress off as well.”

  Sandra smiled. She was wearing a wrap-around floral dress and no nylons. She undid the knot in the tied waistband and the dress fell open, revealing a black pair of lace French knickers and no bra. Her breasts were small with dark brown nipples. She slipped the dress off and let it fall behind her.

  The two women slowly walked towards each other, eyes locked. Sophie felt Sandra’s nipples press against her boobs through the material of her bra. They were eye-to-eye, exactly the same height in their respective shoes.

  Sophie leaned forward and kissed Sandra. Her lips were warm and tasted of gin. Both women kept their eyes open for the kiss, which lasted for a minute or so. During this time, neither laid a hand on the other, their only contact the meeting of their lips and the gentle pressure of their breasts touching.