Trust

by Alice May Ball

  Looking back, when he said, “For the sake of appearances, Mrs. Harper,” I knew that there was one thing I had been very concerned about for all of my life, probably too concerned, and that was what everyone called “appearances.”

  It was then that I began to realize that whatever appearances had meant to me in the past, I didn’t care a damn about them anymore. And he was such a gentleman when I cried on his shoulder, running mascara onto his immaculate suit coat, it gave me strength.

  He had just been telling me how wealthy a woman I was, and yet he was able to understand that I had lost absolutely everything. What was money if you had no life?

  In that meeting I saw that, yes, carrying on, putting one foot in front of another, taking each day one at a time, I would come through this. At that point I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to have to haul myself through the endless stretch of cold emptiness in the hope that I would get through and find that there was still color, light, and warmth.

  I didn’t want to, but I decided that I would. And that was the most important thing that my husband’s attorney did for me, to understand enough to help me to make that choice.

  But the other thing that stayed with me was the image of his assistant, or the man I assumed was his assistant at the time. There was a resemblance, a similarity between the two men, but the younger man, he was quiet.

  His watery gray eyes imprinted a tremor that remained long after I saw him.

  It was only later that I learned that man was Marston Quinn.

  Miami was cold. Cold, hazy and damp, and I hated it. Anything involved with my husband’s finances meant a trip somewhere. Out here to Florida, occasionally New York or Chicago and usually, a series of mind-crunchingly dull meetings with one or two of the partners from the US side of the legal firm. If that weren’t enough, it seemed to be very difficult for me to shake free of the crusty partners.

  None of the English partners were able to be there in the end. I was rather relieved. Part of me had hoped to see Royston Quinn and feel his steadying influence. The other one, the one with the luminous gray eyes, I wasn’t sure that I would be safe with him.

  They were a good firm, efficient and, as far as I could tell, even honest. The meetings though, were always long, full of details on spreadsheets, and I could barely keep awake. Invariably they would be led by one or more of the firm’s partners, two of whom were dusty, aging, lecherous men who thought themselves hilarious. The third was an elegant, manly, and stern woman who, I have to admit, I had been somewhat intrigued by.

  The hotel leisure center was my only hope of consolation so, after an unmemorable dinner and couple of margaritas in the Art Deco bar, I came to the indoor pool for a late swim. The yellow poppy bandeau bikini I had brought was designed more for aiding my tan and presenting my assets than for swimming, but the weather wasn’t cooperating for that, so swimming it was.

  Padding along the cool tiles to the pool from the changing room, I passed a large, buff young man, dripping, his bronzed skin glistening and his breath heavy. Our eyes met as we passed and I looked back to enjoy his lean, clenching cheeks.

  He was looking back, too. He returned the smile I gave him, and I felt a flicker in my breast. And another. Lower. Still, what age was he, nineteen, twenty? In a place like Miami, I don’t expect the attention of a guy like that to fix on a woman way past her twenties like me for very long.

  The water in the mint-green Olympic-sized pool was refreshing, and I swam vigorously, relishing the exertion. Thinking I had the pool to myself, I made about half a length underwater and as I splashed up to break the surface, I collided with the strong, golden torso of a man.

  I spluttered and apologized at the same time, and as the young blue-eyed Scandinavian-looking hunk tried to reassure me, I almost overbalanced. He put a hand out to steady me and he caught me. But his hand wound up on my breast.

  “Oh.”

  I said. “’Oh,’ indeed.” The thrill was unexpected, and the more unexpectedly thrilling for that. He reddened and looked embarrassed, and I felt hot in all the wrong places.

  “Hal,” he said, his smile quivering, “Pleased to meet you,” he looked at the keycard dangling on a string from my wrist, “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Harper,” a thrill ran through my body, and he turned to continue his swim.

  We swam for fifteen or twenty minutes and I kept to a separate part of the pool, but I couldn’t stop myself from stealing peeks at him as often as I could. Especially below the water. His long limbs were a joy to watch slicing through the water.

  I didn’t hear or notice him get out, but I looked up, and there he wasn’t. I had the pool to myself again. The fun had left my swim now, so after one more length I made my way back to the changing room.

  Rubbed and dried and back in my silky red dress, I was considering another drink when I remembered that the hotel website promised a steam room in the leisure center. Perhaps that would finally soak the day away for me and lift my mood.

  Would it still be open, and where was it anyway? I explored a couple of tiled corridors, and felt the air warm up and dampen. A faint sound came from behind a large mahogany paneled door. The handle turned and as I pushed the heavy door, wraiths of steam curled out and around and clung to the door and to me.

  Tiles, arches, and dark paneled screens were half lost, wreathed in clouds of steam. It looked like an Arabian bath, and I quickly closed the door behind me to keep the steam from escaping.

  Through the hiss and the slow, watery plops I heard another sound. Through the hot haze, I saw the bare top half of the young man I had met on my way to the pool. He met my eyes and he had a look of hunger.

  Or was it anger? His voice was dark and honeyed, although I couldn’t hear what he said. I moved closer and he smiled, but his eyes were still kind of wild.

  He said, “This is the men’s side,” and he said it so nicely, but his voice shook a little. Closer, I saw another man, in front of him. Right in front of him. Kneeling.

  It was Hal.

  Hal’s hand gripped the man’s cock, which stood, proud, long, and very erect. I was an idiot. I had interrupted them. How could I be so stupid as to barge in here like that?

  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just blundered in.”

  Urgently, I had to get out of there. It was so embarrassing to have just burst in on their private moment without thinking. My only thoughts had been for myself, and now look what I had done. That may have been the most fragile moment for those two lovely men before I walked in on it.

  I had go, and I turned to leave. But the dark-haired man caught my hand and held it with the gentlest touch of his fingers in my palm, his thumb resting on my knuckles. Our eyes locked, mine pleading, his flashing. His voice was still kind, and he said, “You don’t have to leave.”

  “I’m sorry. I was stupid and I interrupted you. Now I should just go. Please forgive me.”

  Hal’s face drooped. The other man said, “You only interrupted if you burst in and run away. If you stay a while, then you’re part of the moment.”

  I looked down at blond Hal, his blue eyes watery and eager. The honey-soft voice again, “I’m Don.” and his fingers brushed the inside of my arm. My breath caught and my heart pounded. Don stroked my neck and Hal stroked my thigh and I thought that my knees would give way.

  Hal said, “Don, this is Mrs. Harper.” Don’s eyes dipped and I was charmed. The simple formality in this most informal encounter was confusing, but very delightful. Like the encounter itself, I admitted to myself. The thought of these two hot men getting hot together, right here. My nipples tingled and my breath thickened. In the steam it all felt dreamlike and fantastic.

  “Stay, Mrs. Harper,” Hal’s voice was soft, “Stay and watch.” My panties warmed when he said that. “Or stay and play, if you like.”

  His boyish smile made my heart thump. His attention returned to Don’s cock. He stroked it gently, and he circled its head. He gave it teasing little licks, and Don twitched and moaned as he
did. He looked up at me, his eyes smiling as he slipped his lips over the big purple tip, took it into his mouth and sucked on it.

  I stroked his hair and felt a well of sensation and emotion cascade through me. My dress was soaked, and clung to me. I reached up to Don’s face and touched his jaw, stroked his cheekbones, traced his lips as they quivered.

  He sighed, long and deep and drew me to him. Our mouths met, tentatively, our necks turning and swaying. Don stiffened as Hal’s mouth dove to take more of him in.

  At the same time, Hal’s hand took the inside of my thigh, and Don’s hand was exploring up my thighs. My nipples bulged and hardened and I squeezed my breasts against Don’s arm. Don’s fingers teased open the length of my folds, then found the hood of my aching clit.

  Hal made sounds of appetite and pleasure and Don moaned as our mouths, our lips and our tongues finally meandered into each other. I stretched on tiptoe to reach my tongue into his mouth and we kissed deeply and passionately in the steam and the animal perfumes of men and me.

  My fingers slipped over Don’s buttocks and between them, and Hal’s fingers were working into my hot, buzzing puss now. Thrills spilled through me as my thighs and my buttocks tightened, Don still moving his fingers so deftly on my clit. I moaned.

  These two beautiful men, I couldn’t believe that this was really happening.

  “Yes. Oh, yes,” into Don’s mouth. He groaned and held Hal by the hair, thrusting his hips into Hal’s face. Both men in and on my sex, two rhythms, two hands, two textures, two sets of bursting sensation. Don’s ass twitched as I found his opening, and his tongue forced itself deeper into my throat.

  I pressed on into his ass and my hand felt like it would be crushed as Don threw his head back in the drifting steam, shoved his hand into my wet cunt and shouted. I reached down to hold his cock as it burrowed and beat into Hal’s wet mouth.

  Don shouted, “Yyyyyes. Yyyyyyessss, YES! YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” His hot cock pulsed in my hand and I felt the force of hot spunk, pumping through the shaft, disgorging beat after beat into Hal’s mouth. Don moaned again. And again. Thick, white cum drizzled from Hal’s mouth.

  It dribbled onto my hand, still holding that marvelous muscle. I took my hand to my lips, and I lapped the cum up like a kitten. Don had a good diet, and he’d had strawberries. I love the taste of strawberries and cum. Especially unfamiliar cum.

  Don sat. Hal stood. He stood very close, and he smelled wonderful.

  “Was that nice, Mrs. Harper? Did you enjoy that?”

  My breath was hard to control, but I said, “Yes, Hal. I did enjoy that.” His smile made me want to eat him. He held my waist through my soaking dress, my skewed dress that weighed too much and stuck to me, my lovely red dress that water ran and dripped from.

  Hal smiled and said, “May we fuck you, Mrs. Harper?”

  “Hal, my God, yes, you may. Fuck me, Hal. Don? Fuck me. Fuck me please.”

  Hal held my ass in one hand, his fingers snaking to the puss that he now knew. His other hand held my breast and I realized, for the first time, that Hal was wearing a pair of shiny boxers. Shiny, wet boxers. I ground my mound into the front of his wet boxers, loving the softness, the wetness and the hard thing, the big man-thing just behind them.

  Shocks and tingles of pleasure sparked through me, from my clit, rubbing against the hard, hot cock in his wet pants, and my puss sucking hungrily on his thick, fast, sticky fingers, and all the way to my breast, big, soft and needy in his strong, circling, squeezing hand.

  I reached for the front of his shorts, felt his stiff cock, his hard, long, wow, his really long stiff cock.

  “Oh,” I said. My fingers felt his cock, my hand slid along his cock. I squeezed and pumped his cock. I wanted it.

  “I want it, Hal,” I said, “I want your cock,” His eyes rolled as I pumped slowly, vigorously all along the length of it. I reached down to hold and squeeze his balls. My nipples buzzed as he made circles with his hand on my breast, his other hand in my puss from behind. I leant back to feel his arm, up between the cheeks of my ass.

  I went into his boxers from the side. I dragged that fucker out and I rubbed it against my wet panties, moaning and sighing and loving the feeling of him in my hand and on me. I rubbed him against my stomach through the wet dress. He felt good there, filling up my hand as it slid and pumped. I went lower and pulled him against my breasts, through the damn wet dress and the bra.

  Still he felt terrific up between my breasts as I pushed them together. Large hands held the tops of my thighs from behind, pulled my dress up and I felt the hot steam over my ass, cold from the wet fabric.

  Don’s hand pulled my wet panties aside and I felt his thick cock against my buzzing, burning lips. I leaned my face down to Hal’s hard, glistening cock as Don’s reached in from behind, between my thighs, against my slit, against the bottom of my trembling clit.

  My thighs tensed and my bent knees shook. I reached between my legs to hold Don, to press him against me, to ride along the length of it, to rub it under my clit and waves of sweet desperation echoed through me as I tensed inside, from my sex to thighs and my stomach. I felt the lips of my puss swelling for Don’s cock as trembling rivers of tingling ecstasy bubbled and burst and blew all the way through me.

  Hal’s cock in my hand and my lips and tongue just about to taste him, Don pierced my opening with the head of his cock. My lips squeezed him and my thighs and buttocks clenched and my chest hammered as I came.

  I was desperate for him not to move, but I couldn’t speak and I could only communicate by holding him with my fingers at the edge of my opening as the orgasm peaked and I moaned and I sighed. Don seemed to know, because he waited, pushing only slightly to keep the tension as I came again.

  Don pressed a little more, and I wanted as much of Hal as I could get in my mouth for this one. I practically growled as I plunged my mouth over his cock and slid my lips along it, down as far as I could.

  He was filling me halfway down my throat and I came one more time, pulling Don into me now, and he penetrated me slowly, firmly, fully to the hilt of his cock where I felt my pubes against his. His hands sweetly cupped my butt cheeks and the tops of my thighs, adding a layer of delicious sensation.

  I pulled my throat and my tongue and my mouth back along Hal, and I sucked the end of him like a lollipop, as Don slid and ground into me. I gazed at Hal’s cock, his sweet dark tastes in my mouth. Don pressed into me, I felt his balls brush my thigh and I was ready to explode again. I gasped and a guttural rasp came from deep in my chest.

  “Fuck me, Don. Fuck me.”

  I squeezed Hal’s round, tight buttocks, pulled them apart to explore deeper, fluttered my hand under his balls and along behind.

  I squeezed his thighs and he moaned, “Suck my cock for me. Suck me, Mrs. Harper.” Hal’s voice was coarse and thick.

  I dove back onto Hal and I fucked him with my mouth, while Don fucked me from behind. I came in waves of trembles, tremors and shakes, lanced on the two men, with the smell of Hal in the steam.

  My legs could barely hold me, my weight was leaning on Don’s cock as he held my buttocks to slam his hot shaft through my drenched, sucking sex. I sucked on Hal’s gorgeous organ, lapping my tongue eagerly under it, drawing it as far into my throat as I could, snorting breath hard through my nose relishing the sweet, familiar terror of the stifle. Steam hung in wraiths around us, detaching our scene of abandon and debauched lust from the outside world.

  Hanging on to Hal’s ass, pinned on his cock from in front and with Don stroking into me like a piston, all wrapped in a dreamlike fog of steam and funk.

  Hal lifted me by my shoulders until I stood, pressed back against Don. Don’s cock was pressed even nearer now to my waiting g-spot. Hal held and stroked and kissed and sucked my breasts and pressed his cock up between my thighs.