by Amber Moon
Olivia screamed , “Fuck me, fuck me harder” and then began to moan.
The sound of total sexual fulfilment echoed round the room. George obliged; even the most genteel of ladies forgot themselves at times like this.
He lost himself in her words and dripping love tunnel.
A thousand fireworks popped in his head as he began to spasm and his manhood began to spit inside her with such fervour, there was no holding back now.
Olivia moaned as her orgasm met George's at the same time. Her juices mingling with his sperm in that precious moment when two became one.
Never in a million years would George have expected this from a woman like Olivia.
She had proved herself and knew exactly what she was doing, she knew how to please a man.
No words passed between them, she smiled at him, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
George watched her as she slept.
He pulled her close, into his arms and fell asleep, not stirring until the alarm went at five.
George rose, dressed, kissed Olivia on the forehead.
She slept on in oblivion. He returned to his room to prepare for the day.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was a pure coincidence that Olivia and George happened to enter the dining room together the following morning.
Olivia found it disconcerting that they were the last ones in, as some of the group turned and smiled at them.
Were they knowing smiles? The sort of smile that says, 'we know what you've been doing!'
As they were getting their food, Olivia whispered to George, “Do you think they know?”
George ignored her. He was trying to distance himself now, trying to build a bridge between them quickly, so as not to be too familiar and give the game away.
“George?”, Olivia repeated his name.
Without looking George said, “How should I know” and promptly went and sat down.
There were only two places left and Olivia had no choice but to sit down opposite him.
Jo looked across and grinned at George whilst Heather sent him a smile.
Olivia tucked into her breakfast as though she hadn't eaten for days.
The passionate workout last night left her ravenous.
George was astounded at the amount of food such a little person could put away.
As they drank their coffees George pondered on last night's session. He had no conscience; sex was sex.
He wondered why he was feeling something for this woman and he was now in dangerous territory as he never got attached to the women he slept with. They were just bodies to him and served a purpose.
He felt that he had somehow taken her away from the group, she was apart and alone. She was marked.
George felt uncomfortable as people got up to leave the table. He wasn't stupid, they knew what went on last night.
He told them he would be out front with the mini bus in half an hour as they left him sitting there with Olivia.
Something did not feel right and George did not know what it was. His gut instinct screamed at him as he noticed that each one ignored Olivia as they left.
She was staring into her coffee looking lost and lonely.
The rest of the day went well as they travelled across country to Michelstadt. Olivia sat at the back of the bus. She was very quiet. Usually the life and soul of the party but not today.
They reached the Weinheim Hotel at five, giving them a few hours to relax before going to dinner at the tourist office.
George parked the mini bus at the back of the hotel and headed for his room.
He poured himself a whisky and lay on the bed running through the events of the previous night, reliving the moments with Olivia.
He remembered every minute, every move, every moan and every whisper.
As he felt her above and below him the privacy between his legs moved in anticipation of what might happen now.
He went for a shower and did what men do when they need relief from a throbbing problem.
Clean, refreshed and spent, George pulled on a pair cream slacks and a denim shirt, before splashing on some cologne and heading for the bar.
He was happy and whistled as he strolled down the corridor to the next whisky.
The traditional Bier Keller was dimly lit. Jo and Heather were sitting in a corner, heads bent and deep in conversation. It looked rather serious.
George ordered a beer and walked across to them. “May I join you ladies?” he asked politely.
They looked up rather startled. Was that embarrassment he saw run across their faces?
“I haven't interrupted anything have I?” he continued, “if it is private I can sit elsewhere”.
Jo smiled, patted the seat beside her, “No problem it was just girl talk”.
They both looked very uncomfortable, as though found out for doing something wrong.
They fell into an awkward silence which seemed to go on forever.
George asked them if they were enjoying themselves and looking forward to going home in a few days.
They both answered, “Yes” together.
George looked at them wondering what it was they were hiding. Something was not adding up here and George always trusted his instincts.
His mind stopped worrying about the unknown when he heard Garth and Rachel laughing as they entered the bar.
Noisy as ever, they ran across to George and sat down, bringing laughter to a muted corner of the room.
George began to wonder where Olivia was, watching the doorway he was disappointed by each new face that entered the room.
George left the others to chatter and went to the bar to order another drink.
He began a conversation with two Germans about the state of the world, the Deutch Mark and world currency.
George looked at his watch, it was nearly time to leave.
He said his goodbyes to his chatting companions and walked over to Heather asking, “Where is she?” Heather shrugged replying, “ How should I know, we share a room, I am not her keeper, maybe she is getting ready?”
George didn't like Heather's attitude, there was definitely something amiss.
As they gathered to go outside nobody mentioned Olivia. Nobody seemed to care at all. Suddenly he heard a voice, “Wait for me please.”
He turned to see Olivia running across reception. Looking as beautiful as ever.
The others did not stop, nor did they turn round, they just carried on out of the door.
As George waited for her he decided the women must have squabbled over something: putting it down to the bitching that can go on when they are together twenty four seven.
Women took on roles that were less than complimentary as they became a pack and one would be singled out as fair game.
Was that it? Had they ganged up on Olivia for some reason?
“I thought you weren't coming, we will be late,” he said as he took her by the arm and ushered her out of the door into the street.
Kevin drove to the venue leaving George space to mull over the thoughts in his head. His theory of women, groups and bitches was confirming itself.
Olivia was being singled out by the others for some reason. He didn't think Linda was part of what was going on, although he could be wrong.
George decided that perhaps he might get Linda on her own later and see if she would give anything away.
He was fascinated by women, he found them to be multi faceted creatures. They were quite disturbing, particularly when in a pack.
Olivia sat next to George at dinner, she hardly spoke. Was he imagining it or was there now a wall between them?
It did not stop him feeling the sadness that she was now carrying. Did she regret the night before?
George knew he didn't regret one single moment. It was one of the best sexual encounters he ever had and there were many over the years.
His mind wandered to one of his favourite songs, 'Right next door (because of me), by Robert Cray. 'It's because of me,
it's because of me', began to float round his mind, 'she was just another notch on my guitar' was now resounding and he closed his eyes wondering, “Was it because of me?”
George shook his head, no use in dwelling, and tucked into his sauerkraut.
After dinner they walked across the road to a night club. It took a while for Georges eyes to adjust to the darkness, he peered inside wondering what the night would bring.
A table was reserved for them. It was covered in unopened bottles of wine and beer.
George loved his job, it was good to have free alcohol and made the nights fun.
He thought if he could get Olivia drunk there might be a repeat performance that no doubt would be even better than last night.
George saw that Olivia had placed herself in a corner away from him.
She was sipping a vodka and not speaking to anyone.
He did not get an opportunity to talk to her again as Heather monopolised him and would not leave him alone.
George was quickly becoming bored.
George danced with Heather most of the evening, trying to keep an eye on Olivia who was now twirling round the floor with Henry, the tourist officer.
She was laughing and chattering away, her mood had lifted and she looked as though she was enjoying herself.
Maybe Henry might get lucky? George felt a pang of envy, wishing she was dancing with him, instead.
He turned his attention to Heather, who was quite tall and although not pretty had a certain attraction about her.
It was nearing the end of the night when the DJ played, 'You've lost that loving feeling' by the Righteous Brothers.
Heather pulled George to her and put her cheek on his. As he looked over his shoulder he caught Olivia's eye, she was still dancing with Henry, now being held tightly in his arms as she gazed across the floor at George.
The dulcet tones of the Righteous Brothers flooded the room.
George felt a stirring in his loins as his eyes melted into those big brown pools that were looking at him.
Heather moved him round and the eyes were gone.
Heather was pushing her body against George and he felt the feeling that was beginning to grow disappear in a moment of disappointment.
He felt nothing as Heather pushed herself onto him.
George's mind was elsewhere and he wished his body was too.
The pleasant evening ended and after a private word with Henry, George entered the foyer.
His feelings that something was amiss were confirmed.
Jo and Heather were standing with Linda.
They were chattering and laughing.
Olivia was standing alone at the door, he couldn't put an expression to the mask she was wearing.
George moved to the side of the room and watched her.
What was that expression? It came to him. It was a brave face. But why? Why was Olivia wearing a brave mask?
The rainbow he'd been chasing was no more, he just saw a sad person who lost her colour.
These were supposed to be her friends, her work colleagues and they now appeared to be shunning her.
Surely it wasn't because she was enjoying herself and having a good time?
It was true she did have the men buzzing round her like flies, but they couldn't be jealous could they?
Olivia was rather naïve and wasn't even aware when the flies hovered, she was just Olivia and what you saw was what you got, he knew that.
“Bloody women!” he muttered as he walked across the floor to Olivia. He took her arm and spoke into her ear, “Are you all right love?”
“Not really,” she replied, “I'm a big girl and I will survive”.
George took her outside, helped her onto the mini bus and sat beside her.
He felt the daggers hit his back as he left the building, women were vicious and the atmosphere followed him.
George felt he had to get to the bottom of what was going on.
There were three days left before they were to go home and there were many miles still to travel.
Things needed to be dealt with before they got out of hand. He had never encountered such behaviours before and he really had to put a stop to it.
George decided that he would speak to Linda first, as she didn't seem as close to Jo and Heather and sometimes kept her distance from them.
When they reached the Weinheim, George moved closer to Linda and asked her if she fancied a night cap.
Everybody went to their rooms and Linda sat down beside George in the bar. He asked her what she would like to drink.
“Just a coffee, thank you” she said. George persuaded her to have a brandy with her coffee, maybe it would loosen her tongue and he might just find what he was looking for.
George was not sure how he was going to broach the subject of his enquiry and began by asking Linda if she was enjoying herself and how she felt the evening went.
He was hoping that Linda might let something slip he had known her for a few years and knew she did not gossip.
Linda told George that she was having a good time but could not speak for the others, he would have to ask them.
He pondered a while before asking Linda what her thoughts were on Olivia as she was the newest member of staff at 'Into the Sun'.
Linda told George that she liked Olivia, she was full of life, liked a laugh, didn't have a bad bone in her body and was very popular in the office. She could be naïve and easily led too.
George thought that was a strange thing to finish off with and asked, “Why do you say that about being easily led?”.
Linda began to blush and looked away.
George stated, “She doesn't seem too popular here just now does she? I have noticed an atmosphere and wonder what that is about”.
Linda smiled, “Don't ask!” she said, looking down into her brandy glass with a certain amount of embarrassment.
George knew he was on the right track. Nonchalantly he threw in, “ I bet it's girls stuff, a squabble about nothing?”
Linda drank her coffee, she didn't want to be sitting next to this man, who she had a crush on. She did not want him asking these questions, she didn't want to get involved.
George's eyes never left her face and he read many things on it.
Linda began to wish she that right now she was somewhere else.
He knew she knew something, he could see it in her face.
Her expression said it all.
Linda was hiding something. “Linda, what is going on?” he spoke firmly with assertion.
Linda put her cup down. “I don't know,” she said.
George challenged her, “I think you do”.
Linda rose quickly and turned to face him, “Look George it is none of my business and I don't want to get involved, I don't know much. I suggest you speak to Jo, she seems to be at the bottom of all this, she has never liked Olivia, feels threatened by her, ask Jo not me”.
Linda turned on her heel and walked out of the bar.
George sat watching her leave, rather stunned by her outburst. That was not what he expected.
So, Jo had some part in all this, now he had to think of a way to get Jo to talk. That might be harder than expected.
George needed to know what was going on with Olivia as his feelings for her were growing and this needed sorting out.
As he walked to his room he began to hatch a plan.
The next time George saw Jo he asked her if they could have lunch together, he said he was sorry for having neglected her and that he was conscious that as manager of the team he should have been consulting with her throughout the trip. He had to feed her ego, if he was to get her to open up to him and solve the ever growing mystery.
Jo gave him a goofy smile and said rather sarcastically that she was surprised that he would value her opinion.
George was repulsed by her, as she answered that she would love to have lunch with him and today would be as good a time as any.
They were not leaving till the evening a
nd they all had some free time.
George was not looking forward to being alone with Jo, he knew where she might want the lunch to lead and even a brave man would be foolish to take Jo to his bed.
George wasn't that brave nor that foolish.
Perhaps he could string her along, say nice things to her, find ways to get her to open up.
He could do that quite easily, Jo liked a drink and it didn't take much to get her drunk and talkative. He then might be able to extract the information he was seeking.
At eleven thirty George joined Jo in the foyer.
He could see that she made an effort to look sexy.
It had not worked.
Her mousy hair was pinned up on her head and she wore a bright red mini dress. The red lipstick did not suit her either. Not the way to dress at lunchtime really.
Jo ran up to him, all giggles, she put her arm through his and pulled him towards the door. “Come on then, where are you taking us on our SECRET lunch? Let's get out of here before anyone sees us. She put emphasis on the secret.
“Oh God!” he raised his eyebrows, how would he manage a whole lunch time with her? This could end up very complicated.
They walked down the road to a small restaurant by a stream and sat outside at a table covered in a red gingham cloth and rustic crockery.
Although it was the end of autumn the sun still held it's heat and warmed the earth for a few hours making it pleasant enough to sit outside.
George ordered two shots of schnapps without asking Jo.
When the drinks arrived he lied about it being the custom for old friends to drink quite a few when they had not seen each other in a while.
By the third drink George could see that Jo's tongue was loosening, as she was beginning to babble.
Jo was ripe for the picking. George picked his questions carefully as he began to slowly walk through her mind.
Jo told him that everyone was enjoying the trip. She said that she missed him and their conversations and was happy to have this opportunity to be alone with him and catch up.
Her voice began to grate on him and he was quickly beginning to feel bored. For a moment he wondered why he was doing this. He needed to solve the mystery of what was going on with Olivia, that was why!