“There are people downstairs asking for you,” she said. I was happy for her glee.
“How goes it with you and Kirk?” I asked instead of asking her who these people were that wanted my attention.
“He’s so sweet. Oh Jana, I’m going to miss him so much when we leave.”
“Ah, well, you can Skype, e-mail, and text.”
Debs flittered about the room collecting a clean bra, lace panties, and stockings. “It won’t be the same,” she said. She was a girl after my own heart, with her racy unmentionables hidden under professional suits and tomorrow’s outfit. All the while she was chattering about all of Kirk’s finer attributes until I thought I’d strangle her just to shut her up. It was bad enough I had ruined my chances with Robin and had nobody else I felt like fraternizing with during the long hours of the night. Everyone else was busy having fun in Devon’s nightlife, and I was holed up in a boring room with crap TV, a brain too distracted to read, and a body wanting and waiting for something I refused to do. It would be way too easy to submit to my desires and mostly unsatisfying to indulge in my vibrator.
Debs stopped and gave me a stern glance. “What are you doing later, Janalyn?”
I shrugged.
“Well, you’re not staying in here sulking all night, are you?”
“Who says I’m sulking?”
“You don’t have to say it.” She sat at the foot of my bed and wasn’t going to budge until I answered. “What gives?”
“What do you want from me? I’m tired and want to have an early night.”
“Bullshit! You were elated after your presentation and even after that, but then something happened. Tell me what’s up, or I’ll torture it out of you.”
I smiled as I involuntarily scooted closer to the headboard, as if distance could really save me. Who was I kidding? Good old Debs was relentless in her tickling; she would get it out of me. She wasn’t content unless everyone around her was happy, so I attempted a positive attitude for her benefit.
“That’s the poorest excuse of a smile I ever saw,” she said, slapping my blanketed foot.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that this Robin has me all worked up. She’s coming onto me and every other prospect within reach. I can’t stand to be another tick on her bird list, but I want her. How fucked up is that?”
“Not fucked up at all if you act on your feelings. But you’d better stake your claim and soon, otherwise you’ll never know what you missed. Don’t let her get away with it, Janalyn. Since when are you such a wimp where territory is concerned?”
“I’m not being a wimp.”
“Yes you are. Now get out of this bed, get your ass dressed, go down those stairs, and mark your territory, damn it.”
“What? You want me to piss on her leg?”
“If that’s what it takes, then yes, pee all over her.”
“You’re weird.”
“Yep.”
“I’ll see. Now get going. You don’t want to leave Kirk alone too long.”
“He’s such a hottie, you’re right. See you tomorrow at breakfast. Be forceful, Janalyn, and you’ll be victorious.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I saluted Debs and threw off the covers before she grabbed her bag. At least she flashed her pearly whites before she left. Somebody ought to be satisfied, so that the evening would not be a total waste. I put the outfit I wore earlier back on, ran a big-toothed comb through my hair, and headed out the door.
As it turned out, the bar was packed with partiers from every nation, no doubt all there for the same reason—networking disguised as socializing. The room buzzed in several different languages and many dialects of English—too many to decipher where each belonged. I always loved the English accent—it sounded posh to my American ears.
Robin was at the bar, and I could tell by the way she raised her eyebrows that she had seen me before I could make a hasty exit. I glared in her direction. Gone were the muddy boots and cargo work pants. Once again, she was all cleaned up. With her hair slicked back, she looked fresh from the shower. She wore an ironed light blue and white poplin boy shirt under a navy blazer, navy chinos, and black shiny loafers. The look suited her well. In one hand, she held a pint of beer; the other, she had shoved deep into her pocket as she leaned against the bar in a blatant fuck me stance if ever I saw one, chatting up the ladies while making it obvious she was eyeing me. I ordered a house white and put it on my room tab. One drink would not suffice with the mood I was in. She lifted her pint and I raised my glass of wine in return but stood my ground. If she was really interested, she’d come get me.
So much for bravado, I gulped as she quickly excused herself from the group and headed in my direction. Just to shake off a sudden case of nerves, I took a long sip of the sauvignon. I tried to savor the taste rather than gulp it down and felt every ounce of the liquid warmth.
“Hiya, all right?” She looked a bit preoccupied, whereas moments ago, I had been sure she was confident and carefree by the bar. What was going through her mind?
“Fine, thank you,” I said, as crisp as my wine.
“About tonight—”
“What about it? You didn’t show. Find yourself something tastier?”
“Not exactly. I’m really sorry about that.”
“You apologize a lot. Is that a British thing or just you?”
“I said I was sorry. How about I take you to dinner here tomorrow night? Just us, so I can explain.”
“How do I know you’ll show?”
“You have my word.”
I mulled it over, ordered another glass of wine, and gulped down half of it before I deigned to answer.
“Okay, then. Tomorrow, dinner, but drinks are on you, and I’ll have a nice bottle of white please.”
“I’ll do better than that, I’ll buy dinner too.” She swallowed the last of her beer and tapped my nearly empty glass. “Can I buy you another?”
“I would, only I’d never get up in the morning if I don’t turn in soon.”
“I’ll walk you to your room.”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“I insist.”
We entered the elevator in silence. Her rustic scent mixed with beer drove me wild. I longed for a taste of brew, right off her tongue. Robin reminded me of a devilish dessert I constantly craved but shouldn’t have. Who was I kidding by playing coy and hard to get? I was opening my mouth to speak when Robin’s lips dove in for a kiss that ended too soon as the elevator opened on my floor.
The way I felt, you’d think I’d just climbed a tower filled with countless steps rather than experienced a brief kiss. I knew if I invited her in, she’d come and so would I, but that nagging feeling of being abandoned strengthened my resolve. I hated that I could not just love ’em and leave ’em the way she and Debs seemed to do. Maybe I had abandonment issues, maybe it was because of what Faith had done to me, but too bad; nobody’s perfect.
Suddenly remembering Debs’s comment about staking my claim, I giggled.
“What was that for?”
Unable to come up with a suitable response, I kissed her more as we lingered at my door. The hall was empty until the ding of the elevator and muffled voices drowned out the sounds of our smacking lips.
What was I doing here? What about the promise I made to myself about not settling for a fling—especially with a suspected lady-killer? Oh, screw it. Why care about staying safe in matters of the heart when my body was clamoring for the sweet release it craved? Mind over body? In the end, I went with the body. “Maybe we should continue this inside?” I said, before I changed my mind.
I cursed when the key didn’t work after two tries. She took it from my trembling fingers and opened the door right away.
Grinning broadly, she handed me the key card.
“Hrmpfff,” I muttered. Earlier, Debs had called me a wimp; maybe she was right. I couldn’t decide what to do next and sighed with relief when Robin took the lead. There wasn’t a part of me not screaming out for her to take me, maybe not all of me, yet, but on some level, I knew that’s exactly where we were heading. Why beat around the bush? I giggled again.
“Are you taking the piss?” She was absolutely adorable when she pouted with those irresistible lips.
“The English sure use funny expressions. What do you mean, ‘taking the piss’?”
“You know, poking fun, laughing at my expense?”
“Absolutely not. I’m just, well…it’s all your fault. You make me nervous, hot, and horny, and it makes me giggle.”
There. I’d spelled out the truth, be it a sign of weakness or not, so what did I have to lose? After all, it wouldn’t be long before our hook up became a faded memory, right? Or would it? The way she looked at me made me feel like I was the only woman in the world that mattered to her. She cocked her head slightly, seeming to take in all of me, as she reached out to run her fingers through my hair. The sultry way she did it made my whole body tingle. I stood mesmerized under her gaze as her tongue moistened her lips. How did she manage to turn me to putty every time? I hated to think she was placing a spell on me, but I couldn’t ignore the intense longing in my heart for something deep and meaningful with her. I was long overdue for meaningful.
“What else makes you giggle?”
I winked in response. A flippant message was not really what I had in mind, but placing unwarranted significance into what was about to happen would surely leave one or both of us with emotional cuts and bruises. I’d had enough emotional scars to know that I didn’t want to risk a repeat performance.
I didn’t know Robin well enough to make a complete and fair judgment, but somehow, against all evidence, I trusted her anyway. That was the conundrum. But there were more pressing matters that competed for my attention. Namely, my nipples, which stung as they pushed up against the confines of my sheer seamless bra, becoming ever so visible through a stretchy, pastel shirt that was so thin I felt one step away from being totally topless.
With little help hiding my current state of arousal, Robin quickly responded as expected, or more accurately, as I’d hoped. She chucked her blazer on the chair before making her move, and our breasts became acquainted through layers of cotton. I couldn’t detect a bra beneath her poplin shirt and became deliriously determined to get her naked. I longed for the feel of her bare breasts against the palms of my hands, but was unwilling to rush the tender moment away. There was no second chance at a first time. Undoing the top two buttons confirmed my suspicion, and I was rewarded with a glimpse of the tops of her rounded breasts. To delay the inevitable, namely, ripping her shirt off, I wrapped my arms around her torso and ran my fingers along her back, trying to calm myself. Each of her muscle fibers relaxed in response to my touch.
Meanwhile, her mouth, lips, and tongue were busy doing magical things to mine. Our warm breath mingled until I couldn’t breathe without panting.
“You taste so good,” I said, unable to properly enunciate, but she got my drift and kissed me deeper. So soft were her insistent lips that every care ceased to exist. There was only longing, maybe a touch of desperation, but no matter: she did not seem to be in any hurry; neither was I.
She gathered my top at the waist, pulled it out of my skirt, and then grabbed it by the hem. I raised my arms as she slipped the flimsy thing over my head before throwing it aside. The stare she gave me and the way she snaked her fingers underneath my wireless bra made me tremble long before she unhooked my bra and removed the straps one at a time. Her seduction triggered a delicious weakness in my knees, but feeling insatiable, I summoned all my will to remain standing as her fingers explored and worshipped my body.
Next came the belt and then the snap and front zipper of my skirt, until I was only wearing panties, heels and a smile. I kicked off my shoes and shrunk three and a half inches. We would have to lie down soon if I was to do all the things with her I had in mind.
I finished unbuttoning her shirt, and my breath caught at her lovely bare, perky breasts, those darkened nipples hardened to luscious points. She helped me remove the remainder of her clothes until we both stood only in our undies as a last barrier between the bliss we both clearly wanted.
I led her to my hotel bed, and she landed gingerly on top of me, all the while kissing me everywhere. Our murmurs and sensuous sighs became the only sound in the room. It was already better than I had expected, but I hungered for more. Much more. How would I stand it when I had to leave?
The nagging feeling was quickly cast aside when she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them down my freshly shaven legs.
“Your skin is so soft.” She traced her fingers from my breasts to my toes.
I was delighted my primping had not been in vain.
“You have a lovely smile,” I said.
“You too.” Her liquid eyes penetrated mine, speaking volumes that comforted me. This was much more than raw sex. I couldn’t explain it, but we had an instant intimacy, the kind that usually only happens over time, where shyness is abruptly, unexpectedly replaced by boldness, because finally, on one day, your nerves are totally lost to lust.
“I can’t decide, but I think this is my favorite part of all,” Robin said. She cupped her hand over my bushy mound, snaking just one tentative finger inside the slit, which had the desired effect: I arched my back, and soon she had me gushing desire all over the sheets, crying out for more, and pumping my hips.
She didn’t waste another minute as she buried her face in my most intimate places and did wondrous things to my clit until I couldn’t hold it in a second longer. I had an amazing orgasm to beat all orgasms. That is, until she made me come again soon afterward, and my legs turned to jelly.
She shimmied herself up my body and peered into my eyes, while slowly using her fingers to circle my clit without touching the tender tip. “Are you okay?” she asked, all concerned one minute and sporting a wide, toothy grin the next. “Should I stop?”
“Yes, no, oh shit, shit, shit, I think I’m coming again!” She breezed her fingers over my clit while using one deeply inserted finger to gently massage my G-spot until I was in the throes of my very first internal orgasm ever. Again I came, so hard this time, I nearly passed out—there were stars in front of my eyes and everything—but luckily I remained conscious: I would have hated to miss such bliss.
There was no question she knew my body better than anyone, including me. This didn’t feel like it was the first time we’d made love. She read me with a precision reserved for longtime lovers. I knew I’d miss her touch the moment I left Devon.
When my shivers abated and my trembling stopped, she carefully removed her fingers from my totally sated pussy. If I died then, decidedly, I’d have had the best fuck of my life.
How on earth was I ever going to move a limb again? I was unbelievably worn out, and she still had her underpants on? The thought made me giggle.
Robin flipped over onto her back, whipped off her underwear and proceeded to masturbate herself, coming in two seconds flat.
“Hey,” I leaned on my elbows and stared down at her face, resisting my urge to indulge her by gazing at all her other parts. “That is so not fair.” I pouted. “I wanted to make you come myself.”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby. You’ll get a chance to touch me, but you’ll have to wait a bit for me to recover.”
“What if I don’t want to?” Did I just whine at her? Oy.
“Fine, then.”
“Fine, nothing. Spread your legs,” I ordered.
She laughed at my petulance, but it did not stop her from doing as I asked. She was wet and her clit was still engorged.
“How do you w
ant it?”
“You choose.”
I hopped out of bed and rummaged through my drawer, tossing all the contents aside until I found my fuck-me sock with the condoms, lube, and the trusty vibrator I had packed, just in case I got lucky. Lucky had turned out to be an understatement. Robin watched with utter amusement as I popped the batteries into their slot, ripped open a package of rubbers and covered the toy in a ribbed sheath. I pressed the switch three times and came at her, beaming with total glee.
“That looks like fun.” She licked her lips, swollen, moist and alluring; I couldn’t help but kiss them over and over again. It didn’t matter that I was anxious to get down there and perform magic with my favorite wand. I was about to pour the lube on when I realized she had enough lubrication for a factory.
I loved that she felt so comfortable with me already. Things had changed. I felt a real vibe of trust and affection for her that I was sure would only grow stronger with time. After all, she had trusted me enough to masturbate in front of me. In fact, looking back, I had no idea where she got the nerve, but her confidence filled me up, almost making me weep.
But, tears would have to wait. My attention sharply returned to her sex when she held her lips open so that I had the perfect view and access to her fine pussy. She wasn’t shy. I dove in to take a taste of her juices, only to be thoroughly rewarded with hums of pleasure—hers, and mine. On the vibrator’s third setting, I toyed with her until she stilled my hand. “Please. If you’re planning to torture me, you’re succeeding.”
“Good!” My frisky nature had surfaced after being silent for so long.
“No, not good. Just a warning: retribution can be a bitch.”
“Oh?” I pressed the vibrator button and it went up one speed. I tested the power on the engorged flesh, delighted when her pleasurable murmurs spurred me on. Purposefully, I moved the slick silicone tip around her clit. By the way her hips gyrated ever faster, I could tell I was going to leave a lasting impression.
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