by Kot, Eleyne
I bask for a few moments in the warmth of his skin, then turn my head to kiss him. We share a wet, long French kiss that leaves me longing for more. But I know I will always want more of him. He croons while caressing my back.
“You’re so sweet, Eleyne.”
He then licks the irritated skin on my neck. His warm tongue almost heals the pain.
Then he becomes all business and I can’t keep him in bed with me any longer, even though I try.
“Stay with me, Tony,” I coo, stretching delightfully and showing him all my curves, licking my lips lasciviously wanting to taste him again. “I want your dick again. I want to suck you, Tony.”
I haven’t yet tasted his cum, every time he climaxed he was either in my pussy or arse, but I want to taste him; he must be delicious, as tasty as his whole person.
He smiles.
“Are you trying to tempt me, Eleyne?”
“Yes, indeed, Tony,” I roll to all fours and start crawling in his direction, then beckon at him, “I want you...”
“Honey, you’re really inspiring. Your wet pussy, tight arse and hot attitude sent me to the moon and back. It’s been really incredible fucking you, baby...”
“Come on then, baby. We can have more of it.” I purr, trying to catch him but he’s a bit too far away from the bed.
“I can’t, baby. At least not now. We have some things to do. But I promise, you’ll have more fun in the evening. After we come back.”
He moves and slaps my butt from behind and walks away before I catch him. I just look disappointed when he goes to the bathroom to take a shower. After a few minutes he comes out and starts getting dressed. He announces to me.
“We have some stuff to arrange in the city. On the way back we’ll go to the stone circle and see what’s going on there. Maybe your things haven’t disappeared.”
“Thank you,” I say simply.
Then he adds.
“If you want to take a shower the bathroom’s over there,” he points, then frowns, “perhaps put on my robe afterwards. We have a cook who's a religious freak, but she makes good food - that's why we keep her. But it's better not to get her excited, otherwise we get no lunch or dinner.” He winks.
I wink back at him still lying in bed. The bed sheets and pillows smell of sex, of him and I just want to roll over them, rubbing my skin against them to have his scent on me. Almost like some primitive, long forgotten animal drive that rules my body at this moment. He smiles widely seeing what I’m doing and adds.
“The breakfast is served in the garden.” He bends down over the bed, kisses me very deeply and even though I try to stop him and to have him just for me for a few moments longer, he walks out leaving me on my own.
I try to find out what the time is, but I don’t see any clock or watch in the bedroom. I also start to wonder where Yasmin and Melisa are. And also what about Babette? She stayed behind yesterday, we left her at the hostel, but did she try to join us as she told us in her text message? I’m pretty reluctant about getting up, but I see I have no choice. There are things to talk over with the gals. They must be somewhere in this big house, after all, neither Colin or Jim ate them alive. Though they could just have nibbled them a bit.
I stretch and yawn languorously, then scramble off the bed to look through the window. The sun is already pretty high, so I assume it’s not an early morning. But I can’t be too sure. I have no clue what date it is, either. I just hope it’s not spring or autumn. The clothes the guys were wearing yesterday can’t be any indication of a season for us, after all they are British, and the British are reputed to not be afraid of the cold. They’ll go around in t-shirts, even if people of other nationalities would also wear a jacket. And we were also sufficiently warmed up by emotions not to feel if it was cold or not.
But after looking through the window and checking the temperature on my own skin, I decide it’s warm enough to go around in Tony’s robe. Or perhaps even without it. The sun looks really enticing and I’m starting to have ideas… But for now, I need to take a shower and then to eat. My stomach is reminding me that the last food it had was just the salmon and oysters, which wasn’t really a full meal. It was rather a snack. So after washing, I purposefully go down to look for breakfast.
Downstairs in the hall I meet Melisa, also wearing a robe, probably Jim’s. She’s radiant, smiling with this dreamy expression. Do I look the same? I greet her and ask her about her night. She beams.
“Jim is just fantastic in bed,” and gasps as if she has just thought of a particular example of his abilities. “Don’t remind me Eleyne, otherwise I’ll get too horny to do anything now, but believe me he knows what to do in bed.”
I wink at her.
“Sounds interesting. You wouldn’t want to share him with me, and with Yasmin, would you?”
She frowns, then freezes me with her eyes. “Sorry, but I’d like to keep him for myself. At least for a while, I don’t really like sharing. And what about you and Tony?”
I beam back at her.
“Oh... He’s been an ace, too. I have never had such sex before with any other guy. And he likes me, too. Says he’s never fucked such a cool gal yet. But I can share him with you if you like…”
“Thanks a lot for the offer,” she replies dryly.
“By the way, I told him everything about us, about how we came here. Did you tell Jim?”
“I did, but he didn’t really believe me. I could see it in his eyes.”
“Well, neither did Tony... But I can’t blame him. Our story is incredible and at this moment we have nothing to back it up... Unless...”
“Unless what?”
“Tony told me they were going to the city and on the way back they were going to check the stone circle. And see if our things are still there. If they bring them here, we can show them all the technical gadgets we have then they will have to believe our story...”
“Oh, that would be fantastic if we could get them back!” Melisa exclaims.
“But enough of this for now, let’s find breakfast, it’s supposedly served outside in the garden.”
Finding the garden is not difficult and we soon help ourselves to big servings of coffee and toast. I eye bacon and eggs greedily, trying to think if eating such things won’t be too much straying from diet, then I decide that after all the sex I can indulge a bit and have a slice and two eggs…
We sit, eat, talk and then we see Yasmin going out of the house. She doesn’t look too fresh, her long dark hair is tangled and messy, but above everything she’s clearly fearful and worried. She approaches us.
Yasmin’s Story:
The gals look so pleased and enchanted with their guys that I begin to let the stress go out of me. It’s a relief to see them content like this.
“They are really cool guys, sexually brilliant,” exclaims Eleyne. “Melisa told me that Jim had been an ace, didn’t you?”
“I feel that my love for him is growing every moment. He is wonderful and mischievous,” she answers; her face blushes visibly. I begin to feel really curious about him and about Tony as well. I wonder: would the gals be willing to share their crushes? I also adore the twin axes and would like to be able to appreciate them in a closer, more intimate way even though my heart belongs to Colin. Well... maybe some pieces of it are in Jim and Tony’s possession.
I pour coffee in my cup and search for something suitable for my habits, like croissants or pastries, but there are not any in the trays that lay on the table.
“Going to look for biscuits, or croissants,” I say.
“And what about you and your crush?” Eleyne asks with curiosity. I know why they are curious. I was surprised myself to get what I received from him.
“Colin is an angel for me, he is all that I have dreamed and more than that.”
“We were wondering how you would get together,” says Melisa. “You both are …special.”
“I understand why him… But me, why?”
“A gal who travels half the
world to get a project on paranormal research cannot be labelled as ‘ordinary girl,’” Melisa smiles, but I have a clue there is something veiled under that comment. She is trying to be tactful about a matter of sexuality.
I get up to make my way to the kitchen when Eleyne decides to join me, saying.
“I’ll go with you, you are naked but I have a robe on. Tony told me not to scandalize the cook…” She winks. “I suppose it applies to you, too. Though I suppose the staff here must be used to seeing various things,” she laughs and I burst out laughing, too.
Eleyne’s Story:
We head for the kitchen and peek inside, spotting an elderly woman. Yasmin moves out of her sight, I enter. I can see the woman is not very friendly, but I proceed trying to be courteous.
“Good morning. How are you?”
The woman murmurs the greeting back.
“Do you by any chance have some croissants or biscuits?” As an answer the woman takes out a packet of Digestive cookies out of the cupboard and also some other brands of biscuits that I haven’t heard about, and hands them to me. I thank her, look around, take a tray and dump everything on it. Then I remember my morning idea.
“Wouldn’t it be too much trouble if we could get a bottle of olive oil?” She looks stunned, but opens the cupboard again and hands me a bottle. “Thank you.”
I put it on the tray and walk out. Yasmin looks as amazed as the cook.
“What the hell do we need olive oil for?” But she eyes the cookies hungrily, opens the Digestive pack and starts crunching.
“Yasmin, the guys are gone now, we don’t know when they are going to come back, but I’d say we have at least two or three hours on our hands. Or maybe the whole day. Other things to occupy our time include the pool and the beautiful sun. What we don’t have is clothes.” She begins to understand. “Why not sunbathe a bit and take a dip in the pool? I asked for oil, because it’s not good for the skin to tan without any protection, and I don’t really believe the guys have cosmetics for tanning with UV filters. They were not so popular yet in the ‘80s. Oil is kind of natural filter.”
She agrees. “A good idea.”
We get back to the pool and tell Melisa of the plans. She smiles and agrees:
“The sun today is perfect, indeed.”
We finish our food and coffee and remove our robes. I stand next to the pool, trying to make up my mind if I want a swim first or if I just want to stretch on one of the deck chairs that are positioned next to it. I test the water with my toe, take it out. It’s cold. Melisa calls me.
“Can you apply some of this oil on my back?”
I give her a rub. I turn to Yasmin asking her if she wants some on her back, too. She’s still devouring the cookies. I start laughing.
“Colin must have really worn you out if you’re so hungry.”
She just looks at me impishly and winks. Then she says:
“I think I’ll go and take a shower first. Only then I’ll join you. But thanks, you can rub my back later.”
I decide that I’ll start with my front. I take the bottle and apply the oil liberally all over my skin. I stretch on the deck chair, set the shade over my face and let the sun caress my skin. I can hear Yasmin moving, taking my robe and leaving us. She comes back after a few minutes and from under my half-closed eyelids I see that she also uses some oil on her body.
Time is passing, the sun's shifting its position in the sky. I don’t know how long it is before I decide it’s time to turn to the other side. I ask Yasmin to apply the oil on my back. When I lift my hair for her to be able to rub my shoulder blades and neck, she gasps.
“Eleyne, you have a love bite...!”
“Oh!” I react. “Is it very red?”
“Not too much. Did Tony bite you?” She winks.
“He did, indeed.” I wink back, “I may only be surprised that there’s only one... I think he bit me more than once last night.”
She chuckles while we exchange the favour and proceeds to rub some of the fat on our butts and legs. Melisa decides she wants to swim a bit and in a moment we hear her shrieks and laughter when she enters the cold water. When we laugh and joke at her, she splashes some water on us making us shriek too. When we don’t want to get any wetter and beg her to stop, she looks impishly at us.
“Chickens, you’re not afraid of a little cold water are you?” Then she splashes again until we escape from our deck chairs a bit farther from the pool; her smile turns vengeful. “My little revenge. Stop having dirty thoughts about Jim. He's mine.”
“What the hell?!” Yasmin exclaims.
“She wants me to share Jim with her and you,” Melisa sulks, but she can't splash us more, we're too far away.
“Good idea,” Yasmin smiles impishly, “I certainly would like to put my hands on him. He's too hot to be left in your ‘care’ only.” Saying that she winks at me. “I just don't know what Colin would say to this...”
“Don't worry, I believe the guys are able to reach some kind of accommodation in this matter.” I wink back at her.
Melisa's obviously not happy hearing our exchange.
“Come on, woman,” I say with a little exasperated, “I don't know how long you'll be able to keep him for yourself, you know his reputation, don't you? Some gal on the rock forum said he's a guy who can't keep his pants up for 24 hours…”
“Oh, yeah, and Babette said she had read something about him saying that he would shag anything that moves and has a pussy,” Yasmin adds. I burst out laughing, but Melisa just murmurs something under her nose and starts swimming, pretending not to hear us.
Yasmin looks conspiratorially at me and whispers.
“You want Jim, too? Isn’t he too small for you?”
“Yeah, I know I’m a bit taller than him, but height doesn’t matter in bed. It’s the other things that count. Sure, I want him. And I see that you also wonder about the contents of his pants, especially after Melisa’s revelations. She says his tongue is fantastic.”
“Sure, he’s been displaying it often enough. Don’t you remember all those videos and photos when he licks the guitar?”
“Oh yeah,” I almost purr, “I’ve always wanted to be that guitar.”
“Me too.” She smiles in a feline way. Then asks, “and what about Tony?”
“Gods, he’s more than I can say. He’s my dreams and fantasies incarnate… I’ve never expected to meet him like this,” I sigh, “and to have a piece of him as well.”
“I can say the same about Colin...”
“I understand it,” I nod. Then I add, “If you want him, I can share him with you.”
“Oh,” she looks blissful, “thank you. So we shall share all of them, Jim, too, if Melisa stops being so possessive of him. And, of course, if the guys really don’t mind it.”
“I hope they won’t,” I agree with her, then look around. Melisa is swimming in the pool, her energetic movements show that she’s still pissed, but apparently she decides to vent her feelings in a physical exercise rather than screeching or trying to splash water at us. She’s behaving more like a grown up woman, rather than acting like a teenager. I’m trying to remember how old she is from our conversations on Facebook. From the glimpses of information she gave us I assumed she must be around 20, having finished her high school not long ago, and now working in her first job. Well, I shrug, she may still be reacting childishly to some things.
But thinking she won't splash again, we lie back on our deck chairs and continue our whispered conversation. But this time our thoughts turn to Babette. Neither of us really has any idea what has happened to our French friend. Then we almost fall asleep under the pleasant sunrays. Melisa wakes us up after some time. I blink a bit looking at her. I see that she’s already dry, with no drop of water on her skin and her long brown hair is almost dry as well. While I wonder how long we were sleeping, she says.
“Gals, I'm hungry. Why don't we go to the kitchen and look for some food?”
“Not sulking anymore?�
� I tease her.
“Don't irritate me again,” she murmurs, her brown eyes casting dangerous sparks.
I decide not to taunt her too much and I just stretch languorously, without carrying on the unpleasant subject.
“I think I'd like to munch something, too. What about you, Yasmin?”
Yasmin murmurs lazily.
“Yeah, you can bring me whatever...”
Melisa picks up our robes, gives mine to me, and we put them on while we walk to the kitchen. When we enter there's nobody there but we can smell something tasty cooking. We notice that the oven is on and Melisa spots a note stuck to the fridge door: "There's lasagna in the oven".
“Mmmmrrrr,” she purrs in an immediate better mood, “I like lasagna.”
I agree.
“Me too, why don't we help ourselves too it?”
I open the oven door and see a gigantic tray with the dish.
“Ok, find some plates and we'll cut some for us,” I look around to find a knife or whatever else to do the cutting. I see some utensils next to the sink, and pick one. Melisa comes with plates and forks.
“How much do you want?” I ask.
She shows me, I cut a portion for her and the same for me... I hesitate.
“Do you think Yasmin will want the same?”
Melisa giggles.
“Go on, gal. She will need a lot of strength when the guys come back. So will we.”
I giggle back at her and cut the same amount for our sunbathing galfriend. I look around the kitchen.
“Let's take something to drink too,” I open the fridge and see it's full of beer, wine, champagne and other drinks. I laugh. “The guys are well stocked. What do you want?” Melisa looks at the fridge's content and laughs, too.
“I see it's a party tonight!” Thinks for a moment, “but I think I'll take orange juice for now.” Then she giggles. “You know, I wouldn’t be able to drink all these back at home? All this beer and wine... These assholes in shops are really strict about seeing your ID before they sell you any liquor. Well, I’m definitely going to use the opportunity tonight.”