by Silke Ming
Something cool entered her. Luckily after five minutes, her neighbor disappeared.
“This is Louis,” he said.
She waited but nothing happened. All she felt were his fingers moving around her clit and her opening. Suddenly Louis began to move. He made a slight buzzing noise and began to move up and down inside her, teasing her and tantalizing her. She felt as if she was drowning. Lust and desire filled her veins. Louis was a good lover. She felt Seamus’s finger circling her clit and she moved with it. Then Louis’s finger suddenly took over and she felt as if she wanted to scream, such was the pleasure that engulfed her. He pulled her cheeks apart and his finger lingered around her tight anus. She didn’t like that, but at that moment, nothing mattered. The finger began to tease her, and then it moved slowly into her tight anus. She was coming and then she was not coming. Every part of her tender pussy was being manipulated, sending a tornado of sensations through every nerve in her body. She laid her head on the railing and allowed the seduction to overtake her. She felt his tongue move along her buttocks and stop to lap at her tight rosebud. Once again he inserted his finger into her, slowly opening her petals one by one, while Louis continued to explore her tender walls and massage her clit. She no longer knew what was happening to her body. He felt her anus clench, and he knew an orgasm was imminent.
“Are you coming?” he whispered.
“Hold me, Seamus,” she cried out as her body exploded.
He pulled her onto the chaise lounge and held her tightly. Her body jerked uncontrollably and she spread her thighs. She shuddered and then became still.
“How are you?” he asked, caressing her face.
“Tired,” she replied.
“It’s getting late,” he said. “We should be going. We can have a light dinner at the airport.”
“I just want to lie here for a little longer,” she said.
“I’ll go in and have a shower and I’ve got to take Louis with me. He also needs a shower.”
She smiled and closed her eyes as he extracted Louis from her body. He appeared a few minutes later on the veranda and woke her up. While she showered, he stored Louis safely away in his suitcase.
* * * *
As the limousine made its way to the airport, they looked out the window, but couldn’t see too much because at that hour, the island was in total darkness.
“I forgot to call Millie to let her know that we are on our way home.”
“Why don’t you call her now?” she asked.
He dialed the number and Millie answered the phone. She was happy to hear that they would soon be back. She also told them that a man was hanging around the house and she had threatened to run him over with the pickup truck. She didn’t know who he was, but had seen him before with the group of journalists. Seamus’s heart missed a beat.
“Has anything else happened recently?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Millie replied. “It’s just that little pest who is hanging around here and making a nuisance of himself!”
“We’ll be home soon, Millie, and we’ll take care of him.”
“Well if you don’t hurry home, there’ll be a funeral to pay for,” she said with a wicked cackle.
After a light dinner at a restaurant in the terminal, they bought some duty-free items and headed for the departure gate, bypassing the business class lounge. It was about one hour to boarding when he heard his name being called over the intercom.
“What could they want?” Summer asked him.
“I have no idea.”
There was a problem with his luggage, and he was escorted down a flight of stairs where his case was waiting.
The staff waited patiently while he searched for his keys to open the suitcase.
“Is there an alarm clock in your luggage, sir?”
“No, I didn’t bring an alarm on holiday with me.”
He suddenly realised what the problem was. He had forgotten to turn Louis off and he was buzzing away, begging to be satisfied. He decided he would just play it cool when they found it. They eventually found Louis and although embarrassed, he showed absolutely no emotion. The problem was to find the remote to turn it off. He settled for removing the batteries and when it was all settled, he made his way back to the stairs. The staff, although professional, couldn’t hold back their laughter when he disappeared inside the building.
Summer thought it hysterical when he told her that Louis had been misbehaving, and he had to remove his lifeline. A few minutes later, her heart missed a beat when her name, too, was called out. This time it was a surprise gift from the duty-free. Hoana had surprised her.
“What is it?” asked Seamus.
She opened the bag. Inside was a bottle of Joy perfume, and a card which read,
Bon voyage to the Lady who showed me what it means to be an independent woman. Say hello to Seamus.
Hoana.
Chapter Six
Hoana’s surprise gift was the topic of conversation while they waited in the lounge, because the young woman had never been overly friendly to Summer. As a matter of fact, she was rather shy. It was time for boarding, and they took their places on the upper deck of the aircraft. They were very surprised to discover that they were the only passengers seated there, and since they already had dinner in the airport, they had a drink and asked to be awakened only for breakfast. Seamus’s mood was a little somber. Since talking to his housekeeper, he didn’t know what awaited him back in Whitney. The lights were dimmed after takeoff and they settled in for the long flight. She read a magazine and he a newspaper. He later turned on his laptop and read the daily Whitney news then went on to the social pages. Something caught his attention. Fred and Lana Podesta had decided to go their separate ways. At first he didn’t believe what he had seen, so he read it again. Then he showed it to Summer.
“It was only a matter of time,” she said in a matter-of-fact way.
“After such a long marriage, I just don’t believe it.”
“Why don’t you believe it? Wasn’t it just a marriage of convenience?”
“Yes, but they remained that way for many years. I just don’t understand it.”
“It doesn’t matter, Seamus. Just as long as they stay out of our lives,” she replied.
He switched his overhead light off and so did she.
“Let’s try to sleep,” he said. “It will be quite a while before we reach Los Angeles.”
“Depending on how we feel, we should take a break and remain in Los Angeles for a couple hours and travel on later to Maine,” she replied.
“But Millie is expecting us and will probably be waiting at home for us,” said Seamus.
They stretched out on their beds, both facing the aisle, and were soon fast asleep, probably still worn out from their earlier encounter. After a couple of hours, the captain’s voice came over the intercom. They would be encountering turbulence and wanted all passengers to remain buckled in their seats. The stewardess did her check and moved to her position and sat down. The turbulence was expected to last for at least forty-five minutes.
“Are you asleep?” Summer whispered.
“Not anymore.”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“It’s five o’clock in the morning,” he replied, looking at his watch.
“That means we’ve still got another three and a half hours before landing.”
“Yes,” he said, reaching out and holding her hand. “I slept very well, did you?”
“If they hadn’t made the announcement, I would still be asleep.”
“So would I. I have an idea.”
“What is it?”
“Have you ever done it up here?” he asked her.
“No I haven’t.”
“Would you like to?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. Someone may see us.”
“We are alone. Who can see us?” he asked, reaching over and caressing her thighs.
“I will do that but nothing more,” she said, parting
her legs.
He wanted her and didn’t care about the consequences because there were none. They were alone, and chances of them being caught were none, but Summer was uncomfortable with the idea and he respected her feelings. However, each time he thought of the dream which she had the previous night, it seemed to unlock his carnal thoughts.
“Let’s become members of the mile-high club,” he said a bit too loudly.
“Quiet,” she whispered.
He moved closer to her and kissed her. A long deep kiss that left her breathless! She returned his kiss, and soon tongues were tangling and fingers exploring between the dipping movements of the aircraft. She groaned softly as he guided her hand to her throbbing sex, and the moistness increased between her legs.
“I like it better when you touch me,” she whispered directly in his ear.
His fingers were soon between her thighs, and she opened up even wider to him.
“Why don’t you do it?” he asked.
“Because you know where I like to be touched,” she said, barely breathing.
Her heart was beating wildly and her pussy was throbbing. She shifted her body and his hand landed on her soft breast, but their positions did not afford them the luxury of being touched in all the right places all at once. He continued to knead the soft flesh between her legs and he felt her clit stiffen. His tongue flicked across her teeth and her legs closed tightly. His fingers continued to move inside her and she submitted herself to him. With guarded bucking and gyrating, she came with his hand locked between her thighs.
“How was that?” he asked.
She groaned and released his hand.
“Where is she?” she whispered.
“Who?” he asked, not really sure what she wanted to know.
“The stewardess,” she replied.
He looked around and, in the darkness, made out her figure still sitting in her seat.
Summer reached out and ran her hand up and down his zipper. His erection pulsed behind the hard material of his jeans. As his excitement grew, he pulled his zipper down and his erection promptly freed itself. He guided her hand to it and she gently stroked it. It started like the tango. Slow and sensuous! Then a quick turn and a dip and he moaned softly in her ear. They moved together as one across the floor, bodies barely touching. She placed one leg between his, and staring at each other without any facial expressions, their bodies intertwined. He turned to her and his tongue grazed her lips. She opened her mouth and invited him in. Tongues twirled and snaked together. There was no turning back. He moaned. The two dancers picked up tempo. He was now unaware of the music strumming in his ear. His hand covered hers and they moved faster and faster. Then there was the last kick and he grabbed her head with both hands, his body jerking. As the aircraft dipped again, he finally came, silently, his hand grabbing a handful of her hair.
* * * *
When the aircraft landed in Los Angeles, they quickly made their exit and were soon standing in line at immigration.
“I think we will be able to make it home today,” he said.
“If we can make it out of here in half an hour, we should be home by two this afternoon,” Summer replied.
Luckily, immigration and customs lines moved faster than they had anticipated, and soon they were sitting on a domestic flight on their way home to Maine.
“It must be so beautiful back there in Tahiti,” she said, looking out at the gray skies.
“I’m sure it is!” he said, staring outside and thinking of what they had left behind in the South Pacific.
“But I must say that as wonderful as it was in Tahiti, I am still happy to be here.”
“I feel the same way because home will always be home, but I was thinking about something.”
“What?” she asked.
“I’ve decided to take a year off. I think we should return to Tahiti for the months of February, March, and April,” he said. “Let’s get away from the cold weather.”
“I would like that, but let’s wait and see,” she replied. “I know Millie will be happy to see us after such a long time.”
“I’m sure she will. She seemed really excited when I told her we would be back today.”
“It’s good to be back, since we don’t want to be responsible if she murders anyone.”
“I wonder why that man keeps hanging around the house,” said Seamus.
“I really don’t know. Perhaps it is the sleazy-looking guy who was hanging around our hotel in New York.”
“What sleazy guy?”
“Do you remember the man in the black coat who was hanging around the hotel lobby in New York?”
“No. I can’t say I remember him.”
“I think he was following Fred Podesta.”
“I do remember the bellhop saying there was a man with a camera in the lobby.”
“Why would he be hanging around the house now?” asked Summer.
“Perhaps he got wind of something.”
“Like what?”
“I wish we had stayed in Tahiti,” he said, no longer in a jovial mood.
* * * *
They arrived home a little later than expected, one hour to be exact, and saw Millie’s pickup truck still parked in the driveway. She obviously heard the limousine and opened the door to meet them.
“God bless my eyesight,” she said, opening her arms as they stepped out of the limo. “You two are browner than berries.”
“How are you, Millie?” Summer asked, hugging her.
“Now it won’t be so lonely around here anymore. And how was Seamus’s holiday?” she asked, staring at him.
“It was great. We had a wonderful time. Tell me what has been going on around here.”
“Sit down and kick your shoes off. Tell me about Tahiti, and what was the name of the other place?”
“Bora Bora.”
“You have never seen such blue water, Millie. I couldn’t get over how beautiful it was,” said Summer.
“And now you’re back to this,” she said, staring outside.
“Well it is home,” said Seamus. “Tell me about the fellow who has been hanging around here.”
“Haven’t seen him since the day I promised to run him over with the truck, but I know he is still out there somewhere. I think I really scared the daylights out of him.”
“Was he a reporter?” he asked.
“I have the feeling he was, my son. Ever since the news was on the radio about the divorce, he has been hanging around out there.”
“Well let’s forget about him. What delicious thing have you prepared for us?”
“Something from the old country,” she said.
“I’ll give you a hand,” said Summer. “It certainly smells good in there.”
“Summer, what do I see?” she asked, staring at the ring on her finger.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Summer said, sticking out her hand so that Millie could get a closer look.
“Well I’m glad you came to your senses,” she said, looking at Seamus.
“Millie, one day I am definitely going to fire you.”
“Summer will never allow that. I know.”
He threw his arms into the air, kissed her on the cheek, and started up the stairs.
“Where is the mail, Millie?”
“It’s all there on your night table. Oh and by the way, there is a letter for Summer from that university.”
Seamus stopped dead in his tracks, then sprang up the stairs and returned with the letter in his hand.
“Where is it?” she asked.
He handed it to her and she opened it and quickly read it while he and Millie stared at her.
“What does it say?” he asked.
“They have offered me a position,” she said, still reading the letter.
“Where?” he asked.
“In the town of Sloane. It’s about an hour and a half from Whitney.”
“Oh well, just tell them you’re not interested,” he said, running up the st
airs again.
“Seamus!” she shouted.
Millie watched him dash up the stairs with Summer in pursuit. She sighed, shook her head in frustration, and returned to the kitchen.
Chapter Seven
Summer turned over in bed and stretched out her arm. The space beside her was empty and there was no light coming from the bathroom. She turned on the bedside light and looked at the clock. It was two thirty in the morning. The room felt cold, so she put on her robe and opened the bedroom door. It was dark and the only light visible was coming from the glass panes of the studio. She climbed to the third floor and opened the door, where she found him seated in front of an easel and painting frantically. She recognized the bungalow and the blue lagoon in Tahiti.
“Seamus, do you know what time it is?” she asked, walking up to him and looking closely at the painting.
“I couldn’t sleep so I decided I had to do something to pass the time.”
“You’re suffering from jet lag,” she said, rubbing his shoulders and kissing him on the top of his head.
“You should go back to bed,” he said.
“Not without you,” she said, hugging him. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed.”
“I wouldn’t be good company. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”
“Don’t you want to share it with me?”
“Since you ask,” he said, turning around and facing her. “It’s this thing about a job offer from the university.”
“I can’t believe you are still stewing over that. What would you do if you were in my position, Seamus?” she asked, crouching down next to him.
“You don’t need anything. What’s mine is yours and you know that.”
“Yes I do. I took the position here thinking that it was just going to be temporary, but then I fell in love with you and nothing is going to change that.”
“Nothing?” he asked.
“Now what does that mean, Seamus?”
“You are having dreams about other men, and now you tell me you are going to move away to work.”
“I thought that being honest with you was the best way to go. I should never have told you about the dream I had. And secondly, I haven’t said that I’m taking the position.”