Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  The waitress leaned over the table as she set out the plates. She had very large breasts that were almost falling out of the low-cut top she wore. Stacie could have sworn she could see the edge of the girl’s nipple. Dan was smiling at her and his eyes definitely flashed to her boobs. Stacie could hardly tear her own eyes off them, but for very different reasons.

  She poured them both a glass of wine then sashayed across the room. Stacie watched her go.

  “The food looks good,” Dan commented.

  “Yes, it does,” she said absently, not looking at it.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes fine,” she said. Had Dan been intimate with that girl? They seemed very chummy. She caught herself. They were probably just colleagues. And that’s just the uniform she has to wear—it’s not her fault. And anyway, what did it matter if he had? She had no claim over him.

  “How are you feeling?” she heard him ask.

  “Fine.” She brought her attention back to Dan and the table. The food did look very nice. Maybe she could manage a little bit of something. Those stuffed mushrooms looked delicious.

  “Good. So, what did you talk to reception about?” he asked her.

  “Nothing.”

  “It must have been something.”

  “Why does it matter?”

  “It doesn’t, not at all. I was just curious.” His phone rang. “I’m sorry, I have to answer this,” he said leaving the table to stand by the window as he took the call. “Hello,” he said. Stacie shamelessly eavesdropped on his conversation and admired him in his suit. “Oh right,” she heard him reply. “Yes…no problem…okay…no that’s fine…speak to you soon, bye.” She started to add a selection of the starters to her plate as he came back to sit down.

  “You’ve only booked me till lunchtime tomorrow, haven’t you?” he asked, sitting down and covering his lap with his napkin.

  “Yes, but I was hoping to extend it till dinner,” she said, forgetting her reasons for not telling him in her sudden panic.

  “Ah, I see.”

  “Why, would that be a problem?”

  “That was reception on the phone.”

  “With a booking? For tomorrow?”

  “You could say that,” he said.

  Stacie sat back in disappointment, staring at the dark window. She had just missed out on having him all day tomorrow. Why hadn’t she allowed the receptionist to get in touch with him? Stacie wondered if she should book him for the following weekend, before anyone else had the opportunity.

  Stacie managed to make small talk throughout the meal, such as it was. She picked at the dishes and drank too much wine, angry at herself for not having the courage to book him for the whole day tomorrow. She couldn’t help but think about the woman who would be with him. She hoped it would be somebody disgusting, so he would wish it was her instead. But then, why would she assume he liked her? Yes, he had opened up and told her a few personal details but, wasn’t that part of her therapy? It didn’t mean he liked her.

  “Dessert?”

  Stacie looked up, surprised. She’d been so lost in thought she hadn’t noticed that Dan had finished. “Sorry?”

  “Would you like dessert?”

  Only you. “Not for me, thanks. I’m stuffed.”

  “Do you want a drink? Or we can go to one of the party rooms.”

  Earlier she’d been curious, but now she just wanted Dan. Knowing he’d be with someone else tomorrow made her want to not waste a second of the time they had.

  “Can we just go back upstairs?”

  “Of course.”

  He escorted her back along the corridor. Thankfully reception was empty again. They must have come down just as a party was arriving.

  “Do they often get parties here?”

  “Frequently, usually at weekends. Groups can either book a private room, or mingle with other groups in one of the larger rooms.”

  “And these are…sex parties?”

  “Naturally.”

  Stacie shook her head at her own innocence. It was a whole other world.

  Dan put on the television, flicking through the channels. There was nothing on but rubbish. Restless, Stacie wandered around the room trying to burn off some of the food she’d eaten that day. It had been delicious, but not as wonderful as her Dan-shaped dessert later would be. Her mind wandered and she found herself leaning against the dresser, staring at him foolishly. Her eyes drifted over the planes of his face, his cute dimple and the soft curls on his head, which her fingers ached to run through.

  She started in embarrassed surprise when he looked up at her, then warmth flooded her belly when he smiled and patted the bed next to him. She sat on the bed, staring at his profile, wanting to get close to him. She wanted him to touch her in a way no other man ever had. He turned his head to look at her looking at him. This time she didn’t look away, meeting his gaze.

  He looked at her for several seconds, the expression on his face looking as if he were trying to decide something. Stacie’s heart began to beat rapidly. Was this the moment she had been waiting for? She felt suddenly, inexplicably shy and more than a little anxious.

  Dan shifted his body round to face Stacie. He took hold of her hand and raised it to his lips. He kissed each knuckle one by one, still looking at her. His lips felt soft and his eyes were huge and dark in the minimal light cast by the dimmed wall-lamps. He lowered her hand, then leaned toward her. Stacie closed her eyes and darted her tongue out to moisten her lips. She felt his lips pressing gently on hers. She kissed him back lightly, a tiny kiss, over the instant it had begun. He cupped her cheek with his hand and she leaned into it. This time his kiss, when it came, was more urgent, more passionate. His hand moved round to the back of her head and he held her close, his tongue dipping and tasting along her lips. She opened a little to welcome him and he slid his tongue in, not too far, just far enough to touch hers.

  She shivered and inched closer to him. He matched her movement until they were both kneeling up on the bed, their torsos crushed together. His hand was on the back of her head, hers were trailing up his back under his jacket. They deepened the kiss, their tongues playing catch-me-if-you-can until Stacie was quite breathless.

  She pulled away, just for a second. His eyes devoured her. She put her hands beneath the front of his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders, tossing it onto the floor beyond the bed. He pulled her back to him and kissed her deeply, one hand tiptoeing down her leg to pull up the skirt of her dress. She felt his fingers on her bare thigh, then both hands on her bottom, pulling her close.

  He sat back on his heels and sat her down so she knelt straddling his thighs on the bed. She could feel his erection pressing for her attention beneath his dress trousers. Tremors of arousal shot through her pussy and she trembled in his arms.

  She wanted him now, yet wanted it to last. He cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her forehead, then her nose, then both cheeks. He moved across to her ear, licking delicately around the earlobe and nibbling with gentle teeth before kissing down her neck and across one bare shoulder. She hooked her arms loosely around his shoulders and let her head hang back as he continued down toward her breasts. He nuzzled her cleavage, seeming to breathe in her scent. One hand caressed a breast, pushing it up to meet his eager lips, while the other explored under her dress, just brushing her moist mound with his thumb. She wriggled on his lap and cried out, grinding her pussy into his bulge.

  Dan brought his head back up, kissing her deeply, his hand still exploring her breasts. Stacie untied his bow-tie and began to fumble at his shirt buttons, undoing them as quickly as she could. He quickly shucked the shirt, exposing his flawless chest. In return, he unzipped her dress and pulled it down to her waist. She knelt up on the bed and pulled it down further before sliding her legs out. Dan tossed it onto the floor and sat back, looking at her.

  His hands ran wild over her body, brushing across the tops of her breasts, then down her stomach and alon
g her waist while he kissed her passionately. They stopped briefly at her bottom, cupping it greedily before one hand came round and rested on her thigh. He trailed his hot fingers down to her knee and back up her inner thigh. Her body tensed for his touch, but he stopped short of her pussy, leaving her aching.

  Dan eased his fingers into her bra cup, peeling the lace away from her breast. Her nipple emerged into the air, erect for his attention. He took it greedily into his mouth, sucking and licking. She felt his hand once again on her thigh, trailing higher. She had to stop herself shamelessly thrusting her pussy at him. Touch me, she begged in her mind, hoping he would pick up her thought.

  When his fingers finally brushed the ultra-sensitive skin between her thighs, she almost jumped ten feet in the air. She groaned and leaned into him, pushing herself into his fingers, welcoming him. He used just the very tips of his fingers, tracing a trail down the damp material. She almost cried when he moved his fingers away again.

  He moved his attention then to her right breast, slipping the bra cup down. Stacie reached behind herself to undo the bra, but her fingers met Dan’s. He unclipped the bra expertly, lifting it away from her breasts and dropping it on the floor. Then he wrapped both his arms round her back and began to kneel up, forcing her to shift her weight backward into his arms. He lowered her to the bed and lay on his side next to her, his gaze roaming her body leisurely.

  He kissed between her breasts, shifting his body as he dropped a trail of kisses like breadcrumbs down her belly. He nibbled along the soft curve of her belly just above her panties before he started plucking at them.

  “I think we can get rid of these, can’t we,” he said, inserting a finger from each hand inside them.

  Stacie could do nothing but nod jerkily and lift her bottom so he could slide the knickers slowly down her thighs. She spread her legs like a wanton when he came back up. He knelt between her thighs, just staring at her for a second while her breath caught in anticipation. He took her calves in both his hands and pushed her legs out and back, spreading them wider before lying down on his belly on the bed, supporting himself on his elbows.

  Stacie closed her eyes and lay back. She could feel his breath on her pussy as he moved closer, then his thumbs spread her apart and she exploded at the first touch of his tongue on her clit.

  Her hands went to his head, holding him in place, her pelvis thrust into him, incoherent noises emanated from her mouth as his tongue did such things to her as she had never imagined. The tip of his nimble tongue swirled around her clit and she felt him dipping his finger into her wet hole. She wriggled and mewed, clenching her pussy muscles around his finger, wanting more.

  Stacie felt him insert another finger hard into her pussy as his tongue continued its torturous tickling. She cried out loudly, thrusting her hips high off the bed, grabbing her own breasts and squeezing them together. Stacie moaned, tossing her head from side to side, losing herself in his mind-blowing touch.

  He pulled his fingers out and she opened her eyes, watching him as he licked them clean.

  “You taste divine,” he told her, before bending once more to his task. Stacie’s eyebrows flicked up in surprise. Graham had always refused to go down on her, said all girls smelled, and tasted, like rotten fish.

  Then all thought of Graham was gone as Dan flattened his tongue and licked slowly down her pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the entrance of her vagina and she held her breath as he pushed it in as far as he could. She closed her eyes again, surrendering herself to his expertise. With his clever hands and tongue, he brought her close to the edge half a dozen times, leaving her screaming with frustration each time he stopped.

  Stacie felt her whole body being taken over by emotion and madness. She hardly knew where to turn.

  Then Dan moved. She felt him climbing up her body, kissing her stomach and breasts en route. He arrived at her mouth, kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his mouth. She couldn’t help feeling the bulge in his trousers. He did nothing so crass as to grind it into her, but she wished he would. She dropped her hand to him and gently caressed it, moving her fingers up and down the length of him.

  She thought she’d done something wrong, and half sat up in panic when he moved completely away from her, climbing off the bed. But his smile reassured her and she lay back, watching him. Dan headed around to the other side of the bed and opened the top drawer of the bedside table. When she saw him bring out a condom, she could barely contain herself. Finally!

  Dan undressed slowly and deliberately, teasing her no doubt. He pulled his leather belt out from the belt loops, running the black leather through his palm. Stacie inhaled sharply, imagining him trailing that leather belt over her body, tickling her with it. God, the things she’d love him to do! A quirky smile crossed his face, as if he were thinking the same thing, but he rolled the belt up and placed it on the bedside table. She watched him undo his trousers and lower them to reveal his black Calvin Klein trunks. The outline of his hard penis showed clearly through the material. He turned around to lay the trousers carefully over the end of the bed and his cute sexy bottom worked as he walked. Stacie wanted to grab it and squeeze it hard.

  Dan came back to the bed. Stacie couldn’t keep her eyes off the outline of his cock. God, she wanted it! She was shocked at her own greed, her own craving. She’d honestly never felt this way before. He knelt between her thighs, and carefully lay on top of her, taking the weight on his elbows. She could feel the length of his almost naked body on hers. His Calvin Klein-covered cock pressed into her aching pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her. Surely he would take her now.

  Dan’s face hovered over hers for a moment before he bent down and kissed her gently. His lips felt soft and warm and her tongue came out to meet his. His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb stroked her skin as his tongue sought entrance. She opened to him and quivered as he kissed her deeply. She ran her hands down his chest, dancing delicately over his stomach before coming to rest at the waistband of his trunks.

  Dan kissed her one last time, then knelt up. His eyes gave Stacie her answer. She lifted her body into a sitting position, reaching out her hand to trace the outline of his penis. She stretched the waistband over his jutting cock, touching her tongue to the end as soon as it hit the air, tasting the saltiness seeping from the end. As each inch came into the light, she took it into her mouth, until she had as much as she could take. She pulled down his shorts to his knees and then abandoned them, returning her hands to busy themselves playing with his balls. He groaned and thrust into her mouth, resting his hands on her hair. Stacie smiled around his cock, pleased to hear him enjoying her pleasing him. She looked up at him, saw him watching her through slitted eyes.

  She slid her mouth off his penis to lick the whole length of his shaft, rolling her tongue over his tight skin. She began to jerk him off, adding a little twist to tease him, wanting to hear him cry with hunger. A deep groan came from above. She glanced up at him. His eyes were shut tight and his face frozen with ecstasy.

  He pulled away from her then, lifting his knees one by one to remove the trunks from where they still lay around his knees. She lay back on the bed, waiting for him. Considering she never normally found men’s bodies attractive, Dan was definitely something else. Even his penis was nicely-formed, smooth and well-coloured, his balls tight and round.

  He opened the condom packet and rolled it on. It was a shame they had to use it, sex was much better bare, she mused, for both of them. But, no point taking chances. Rubbered up, he dived on her almost with a growl, positioning his cock between her thighs. Even latexed, she still wanted it.

  He was there, at her entrance. She needed him, she wanted him, she pushed into him as much as she dared, hoping he would get the message. Instead he leaned over and kissed her again. Stacie almost cried. Just do it, she thought. He took his cock in his hands and rubbed it up and down between her labia. She shivered and whimpered when he rubbed it over her clit, running her
hands over his bottom, pulling his pelvis close to hers.

  “You ready?” he whispered.

  Stacie meant it to be a yes, but it came out as a high-pitched moan. Dan repositioned his cock at her entrance and slowly, slowly sank it into her, immersing himself totally in her wet passage.

  The feeling sent her crazy, she reached behind her and grabbed onto the headboard whilst his cock took her to complete heaven. He withdrew and penetrated again, all her nerve endings went wild. But it was too slow, too gentle, she wanted more. She thrust into him shamelessly, her hands squeezing his firm bottom, urging him on. He picked up on her need and began pumping her till her boobs jiggled. Stacie screamed wildly. Surely it had never been this good before.

  He stopped after a minute or so, breathing heavily as he moved off her, rolling his body around to her right side. He turned her over into a spooning position, her bottom tucked into his tummy. He lifted her right leg and then glided his penis back into her. She bent her leg backward as much as she could and wrapped it over his hip. He was even deeper inside her than before, if that was even possible. Dan reached around and took hold of her breast, squeezing and pulling. Stacie reached her hand down to where they were joined, feeling his cock sliding in and out of her. Her thumb glanced over her own clit and a jolt of feeling shot through her. She began to rub with earnest, then she heard Dan tutting in her ear as he removed her hand, and replaced it with his own.

  Dan kept sinking his cock in her, sliding his manhood deep inside, hitting that sweet spot deep within her. She wasn’t sure where to concentrate, on him, or his penis dipping in and out of her excited vagina, or the way he was stimulating her clit. Stacie was in pure heaven.

  He pulled away again, this time putting her onto all fours. He came in close behind her, taking a firm hold of her bottom. She reached under and helped him into position, then felt his cock tormenting her lips before he sank deeply, hitting her G-spot. Stacie cried out, twining her fingers in the bedsheet. He reached around and resumed his playing with her clitoris, thrusting in and out of her sodden shaft. Stacie screamed, feeling her build up. She could hear the sound of his moaning—he wasn’t far behind.