Arms Wide Open

by Donna Jay

  She handed a glass to Yvonne. “To us.”

  “To us, forever together.”

  Holding her breath, Julie braced herself for the bitter taste. Why so many people thought celebrating with champagne was a good idea was beyond her.

  Bubbles fizzed on her nose and a surprisingly fruity taste teased her senses.

  “Mm-hmm. Not bad.” She licked her lips.

  “It’s Asti-Spumante. Sweet like you.” Yvonne tipped her head. “Check out the bathroom.”

  “Why?” Feeling suspicious, Julie tiptoed across the room. The thick cream carpet cushioned her feet like cotton wool. “If you’ve got someone hiding in there, you might as well tell them to come out now.”

  “Don’t be silly, maid service isn’t until later.”

  It was impossible to tell if Yvonne was joking, but there was no mistaking the sight before her. Julie felt like she’d stepped through the gates to heaven.

  A huge spa bath dominated the room, the water crystal-blue, and a woodsy fragrance infused the air.

  “What’s that aroma?” Julie inhaled deeply, unable to place it.

  “Rosehip oil.” Yvonne slid the robe off Julie’s shoulders. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror before Julie’s slid shut.

  Yvonne’s kisses were soft as a butterfly’s wings dancing across her shoulders. A shiver of pleasure tingled up her spine.

  “Join me.” Yvonne gripped the stainless steel rail as she lowered herself into the tub.

  The sight of her curvy backside made Julie’s mouth water. She gave it a playful whack.

  “Hey, watch who you’re knocking about there, lover.” Yvonne’s voice was as playful as her smile.

  Once submerged in water up to her chin, Julie rested her hand on the cool stainless steel rail. “We need to invest in one of these at home.”

  “We’re not that old. I can still get in and out perfectly fine.”

  “I meant a hot tub.” Julie closed her eyes.

  “As if our power bill isn’t high enough.”

  True. It would take litres and litres of hot water to fill a tub the size they were in. A tub they didn’t fill.

  “Oh my God.” Julie stood, water cascading down her body. “Are we sitting in dirty bath water?”

  “Relax.” Yvonne pulled her back down. “I put in a special request to have it filled shortly before we arrived.”

  Yvonne reached for their glasses. She handed one to Julie and then pushed a button.

  The spa bath fired to life. “This is wonderful.” Julie tipped her head back, resting it against the vinyl pillow, jets of water pummelling her back.

  Yvonne’s hand closed around her foot. “Close your eyes.”

  The foot massage that ensued was heavenly. “God, that feels good.” She cracked an eye open. “Did I ever tell you my feet ache after work?”

  “Did I ever tell you mine do too?” Yvonne pressed her thumbs into Julie’s delicate instep.

  It hurt but felt good. Like a spanking.

  Where the hell did that come from?

  “Would you like a foot rub after work?” Julie asked Yvonne. “We could trade.”

  “Pfft, you hate feet.”

  “True. I could trade you for something else.” It would be good to have a night off cooking now and then.

  “You’d do anything for sex, wouldn’t you?”

  “Oh, my God, that’s not what I meant. And you accuse me of having a one-track mind.” She lowered her foot and swam across to Yvonne, floating just above her.

  “You hungry?”

  “For you.”

  Their lips met in a gentle kiss, followed by another, and another, until they were both breathing hard. She submerged her lower body, straddling Yvonne’s thigh.

  When Yvonne pushed her away, Julie bit back a frustrated groan.

  What had she said? There’s no hurry.

  Trying not to think about sex, Julie studied her hands. “Geez, I must be getting old, even my palms have wrinkles.”

  “Whatever.” Yvonne stood, her beautiful body on display. Full breasts, curvy hips, triangle of hair pointing to where Julie yearned to be. God, she was beautiful.

  “Lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect thing for dry skin.” She plucked up a towel and climbed out.

  Eager to know what, exactly, she had for dry skin, Julie bounded over the side like a hurdle racer.

  Slow down! She scolded herself.

  “Can I get you another drink?” she asked Yvonne.

  “You can pull the plug, and then present yourself on the bed.”

  Gobsmacked, Julie stared at Yvonne’s retreating figure. She sauntered out of the bathroom. Literally sauntered, hips swaying, killer smile on her face.

  Eager to do Yvonne’s bidding; Julie pulled the plug out of the tub and quickly dried off.

  Present herself. What did that mean? Was Yvonne going to dominate her again? The thought made her heart skip a beat.

  Back in the open living area, she suddenly felt awkward. Yvonne shut the blinds and dimmed the lights.

  “Um, how do you want me?” She didn’t know if Yvonne wanted her on top of the bed, between the sheets, kneeling, or flat on her back.

  After more than twenty years together, they were entering unknown territory. It was as nerve-wracking as it was electrifying.

  Yvonne pulled a satin sheet out of their overnight bag, and with a flick of her wrist it fanned out covering the expensive bedspread.

  “In the middle of the bed, on your back.”

  Julie tracked Yvonne with her eyes as she did her bidding. The cool sheet felt divine against her heated flesh. Her body was on fire and it wasn’t just from soaking in the bath.

  When Yvonne pulled a blindfold out of her bag of tricks, Julie’s breath caught in her throat.

  “Close your eyes.”

  She obeyed and the room went dark. Her ears perked up, every movement and sound amplified.

  The air con hissed out a puff of warm air. A door banged somewhere in the complex. Footfalls padded across the carpet.

  The mattress dipped. “Hands above your head.”

  She gripped the cool bedrail, holding tight, as Yvonne wrapped what felt like a scarf around her wrists. She’d never been bound before. The sense of helplessness was more intoxicating than she’d ever imagined.

  For a painfully long minute, all she was aware of was the faint sound of Yvonne’s breathing, slow and regular. Then, one finger, followed by another, trailed across her breasts and abdomen. Gooseflesh broke out on her skin, making her shiver with delight.

  “You okay?” Yvonne asked softly.

  “Perfect.”

  “Good. Relax and enjoy the room service.”

  Lost in the fantasy, Julie didn’t dare open her eyes. If she did, the blindfold would literally keep her in the dark anyway.

  Anticipating when and where Yvonne would touch her next was exhilarating.

  Yvonne’s fingers moved lower, featherlight touches dancing over Julie’s pubic mound before teasing her inner thighs.

  The muscles beneath her skin sent tiny electric pulses to her spine. The touching and light stroking continued for long, delicious moments.

  In her mind’s eye, she pictured Yvonne dressed in a maid’s outfit. Black satin and white frills. Stockings with a seam up the back. Shiny black heels.

  Yvonne brushed her fingers along her body, caressing her arms, legs, and breasts, exciting her skin. The embers of desire ignited. She gasped, sucking in a lungful of air.

  Basking in the exquisite sensations, Julie surrendered her mind and body to the firestorm of emotions.

  “Is room service to your liking?” Yvonne asked, her tone unlike anything Julie had heard before. Soft and seductive.

  For a minute, she was tempted to sneak a peek to make sure it was Yvonne. Secure in the knowledge Yvonne would never spring that kind of surprise on her, she lost herself in the fantasy. “Yes, thank you, Miss Maid.”

  The touching stopped and hot lips grazed her nipple
. A jolt of lust shot down her spine, making her arch her back.

  Yvonne murmured around her nipple before releasing it and starting on the other. When she gently bit down, ripples of sensation ignited Julie’s blood.

  Her thoughts dissolved and she pulled at her restraints. She bit her lip to stop from crying out.

  “Tutt-tutt. You wanted this.”

  Julie envisioned the tease of a smile on Yvonne’s sexy, full lips. At that moment, she wished she could kiss them, but she could do nothing more than lay there and be tormented in the best way ever.

  And she loved it.

  Yvonne’s fingers moved lower, inching ever so slowly toward her throbbing centre.

  “Please,” she begged without thought.

  “So polite.”

  The mattress dipped. Yvonne’s hair brushed her inner thighs, and then she was in her. First one finger, then two.

  “God, yes.” She clenched her inner walls, trying to drag her closer.

  Yvonne’s movements were so subtle, Julie jumped when her mouth made contact with her labia.

  The breath of a chuckle danced across her skin. Julie smiled to herself, knowing Yvonne was enjoying this as much as she was.

  She drew circles around her clit, drawing near then retreating, over and over until Julie was delirious with pleasure.

  “God, woman, you’re killing me.” Julie moaned, desperate for release.

  “Want me to stop?”

  “No!” she lowered her voice. “Please, don’t stop.”

  A chuckle vibrated the bed and Julie’s heart soared. She groaned when Yvonne curled her fingers forward, expertly massaging her G-spot. When she drew Julie’s clit between her teeth, Julie trembled as the intensity built and built and built.

  Muscles taut, heels pressed into the mattress, she clamped her thighs around Yvonne’s shoulders, holding her captive, even though she was the one bound.

  Perspiration beaded on her forehead. And, then, over she went, falling headfirst into euphoria.

  “Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes.” She cried out as wave after wave of sweet release robbed her of breath.

  Boneless, she laid there, spent. The ties slid from her wrists.

  “Lift,” Yvonne said softly.

  “I don’t know if I can,” she said at the same time as she complied.

  The blindfold disappeared. She cracked an eye open and was met by Yvonne’s smiling face. Unable to speak, she watched Yvonne walk away, hips swaying in all her naked glory. Damn, she had a fine arse, not as perky as it used to be but every bit as sexy.

  She returned seconds later with a cool washcloth.

  She wiped the sweat off Julie’s forehead and kissed her softly.

  “Was that okay?”

  “Are you kidding? It was perfect, beyond perfect.” Julie pulled the satin sheet around her body. She propped herself up against the pillows.

  “Sit.” She patted the bed beside her.

  “Was it okay for you?” Julie asked.

  “It was a little strange at first, seeing you so vulnerable and trusting. But as I got into the swing of things, knowing you trusted me completely was incredibly freeing.”

  Julie stroked Yvonne’s cheek. “Your hands on me, your lips, I felt completely yours.” She kissed Yvonne’s temple. “Thank you.”

  Words couldn’t express how much it meant to her that Yvonne had stepped out of her comfort zone to fill her desires. She’d far exceeded Julie’s expectations.

  She rolled on top of Yvonne. “I want to make love to you.”

  “Ew, you’re all sticky.” She squirmed beneath her, face scrunched up.

  “And whose fault is that?” She was right though, and neither of them were big on licking sweat.

  Julie rolled off the bed. “Wait there while I take a quick shower.”

  “Take your time. We’ve got all night.” After slipping on a robe, Yvonne wandered over to the small fridge.

  Julie watched her place an assortment of snacks on the small round table; grapes, cheese, salami, carrot sticks, salsa and dip.

  Smiling, Yvonne pulled open one of two cupboards and tossed a bag at Julie. “For you.”

  She caught it mid-air. Double cheese nachos, her favourite. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, now go wash up. Once we replenish our energy, we can talk about round two.”

  ***

  While Julie was in the shower, Yvonne contemplated how well the scene had gone. She had to admit, she’d been nervous as hell she would falter. But once she let go of the notion it was wrong to touch someone blindfolded and restrained, watching the way Julie’s body responded so deliciously to her touch was intoxicating.

  “Hey.” Julie sat at the table, wrapped in a towel, droplets of water dripping from her short hair on to her shoulders.

  “Have I ever told you how much I love your breasts?” Yvonne stared pointedly at her chest, envisioning her small dark areolas, complimenting a perfect handful.

  “Yes.” Julie popped a grape into her mouth.

  “Come on.” Yvonne tugged at her towel. “You were naked and vulnerable just minutes ago.”

  “But I couldn’t see you staring at my itty-bitty-titties.” She chewed around a smile.

  A knock on the door startled them.

  “Shit.” Yvonne sculled back her wine, wiped her chin with the back of her hand and jumped to her feet.

  “Expecting someone?” Julie plucked a grape off the bunch.

  “No.”

  “Could be maid service, but she’s already been.” Julie flashed her a shit eating grin.

  “Not funny.” Yvonne’s heart hadn’t stopped pounding since the rap on the door. If it was Sarah, she was going to kill her.

  Best case scenario, it was the hotelier checking if everything was up to standard. A quick yes and she’d be gone.

  “Stay put. I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” Yvonne cracked open the door. “Yes?”

  Her breath caught in her throat. The woman before her was stunning. She was also wearing a badge.

  What the hell was a police officer doing knocking on their door? It had to be some kind of mistake.

  “Sorry, you must have the wrong room.”

  “Yvonne Henderson?”

  “Yes.” What the hell was going on?

  “We have reason to believe you’re aiding and abetting a felon.”

  “What? I, no…”

  “Step aside, please, madam.”

  Yvonne stepped back and bumped into Julie.

  “What’s going on?” Julie wrapped a protective arm around her.

  “Both of you, back up now.”

  Yvonne’s heart leapt into her throat when the policewoman pulled a gun on them.

  “Whoa.” She backed up, hands in the air. The bang of the door when the woman kicked it shut made her jump as surely as if she’d been shot.

  Relief swept through her when pain didn’t tear through her chest. The gun didn’t glisten under the overhead light either. On closer inspection, it was plastic, so was her badge.

  “Here’s my ID.” The woman thrust a card at her, and Yvonne took it.

  The handwriting was unmistakable. Happy Anniversary. Enjoy.

  A stripper. Sarah was dead. She handed the card to Julie.

  After a quick scan, Julie dragged her toward the table. “Oh, no. We better do as the officer says.”

  “What, you’re going to go along with this?”

  Music blasted to life, silencing them both. Mesmerised, they sat speechless, hands held tight, as the blond bombshell with big blue eyes and even bigger tits seduced them with a slow strip tease.

  After her dress came off, she put a foot on Julie’s leg. Eyes locked but no words were spoken. Watching Julie roll the officer’s stockings down her legs, one after the other, was strangely erotic.

  Yvonne doubted she’d feel the same way in a strip club, but with only the three of them in the room the atmosphere was intimate. Sexual. Erotic.

  Turning her back to them, the
busty-blond lowered her thong, muscles in her arse rippling as she swayed to the music.

  Gripping her ankles, she wiggled her backside before reaching up and sliding her thumbs under the thin straps of her G-string.

  Slowly, seductively, she eased the scant panties down her thighs until she was completely exposed to them. The pink shell of her inner lips were just visible between plump outer lips. Her arse so toned Yvonne was sure she could bounce coins off it.

  When the lyrics Happy Anniversary Baby came to an end, the woman picked up her clothes.

  “Is that it?” Yvonne asked, shocked by how disappointed she felt.

  The stripper chuckled, slipping the officer’s uniform over her head. “Sorry, your friend only paid for one dance.” Her clothes went on much faster than they came off. “Have a good night, ladies.” With a sexy swish of her hips, she was gone.

  Julie cocked an eyebrow. “Was that my surprise?”

  “No! Maid service was. I had nothing to do with that.” She lowered her voice. “You enjoyed the show, though, didn’t you?”

  “And you didn’t?” Julie slipped her hand between Yvonne’s legs. She didn’t need to announce she was wet, she could feel how slick she was.

  “Sarah must have…” The words died in her throat when Julie pulled her to her feet.

  The hungry look in her eyes matched how Yvonne felt. Desperate for touch.

  The foot of the bed ended their heated backward march. She let Julie guide her onto her back, and there she lay, wet and wanting.

  Julie nudged her knees apart and then she was on her. Hot, wet lips wrapped around her clit, tongue swirling, fingers probing. It was too much and not enough all at once.

  “Oh, God.” Yvonne moaned, hips bucking off the bed. “This isn’t going to take long.” She’d been teetering on the edge since they set foot inside the hotel room.

  After playing Miss Maid and watching the strip show, her body was on fire. The sight of Julie, on her knees, nestled between her legs, black hair tickling her thighs, pushed Yvonne closer and closer to the edge.

  Hot pulses of pleasure reverberated down the back of her thighs. And then she was freefalling, pulse after pulse of glorious release surging through her body.