“I suppose not!” I said. “Is everything okay?” I asked, pointing to the computer.
“Well, not exactly,” she said, looking back to the screen. “A guest from the film crew ordered room service and I can’t seem to make the order stick on their room.”
“Did you try backing out of the room screen and then going back in?” I said. “Like I showed you the other day?”
“I did,” she said. “That didn’t work either.”
“Hmm,” I mused. Although it’s never fun to get wrapped up in work stuff when you’re off, I knew how crummy and frustrating our computer software could be. Rounding the desk, I saddled up next to Meredith and gazed into the screen with her.
“You see?” she said, dragging the mouse to a position on-screen and clicking. “It doesn’t work.”
“Right,” I said, following along with her. “You know, I think the reason this isn’t working is because you put the letter ‘o’ in this time field when you meant to put a zero.”
“What? Really?” she said, adjusting her glasses and looking deeper into the screen. “Why, I think you’re right.” Meredith switched out the mistake and tried to once again save the screen. It went through.
“Tada!” I said with a smile.
“You’re a miracle worker, Audra,” said Meredith. “Thank you so much. I think you know this system better than Jake.”
“I sit at this desk far more than he does,” I said.
“He’s lucky to have you,” she said, reaching over and rubbing me on the arm with a motherly air.
“I’m not here to work, though!” I said, slipping out from behind the desk so as to not get caught up in any more issues. “One of the movie crew people left some, um…” I said, struggling to figure out an excuse. Reaching into my bag, I yanked out my own house keys and jangled them for Meredith. “Keys! Yeah, in the lobby. It was one of the camera operators. So I’m just going to go up to—“
“Oh Audra,” interrupted Meredith. “You don’t have to do that. Just leave them here and I’ll phone up to the guest. You should be out living the life of a young woman, not performing your job duties on your night off!”
“No worries!” I said, quickly walking away from Meredith with a wave. “I’ve got this!” I hastened my pace so that there could be no more discussion about it.
“Well, all right!” I heard Meredith calling after me. She stood up from her chair and bent over, watching me as I shuffled toward the elevator and speedily pressed the button a half-dozen times, like that made the doors open faster or something. After a moment, the elevator doors did indeed open and I leapt it, quickly pressing the button for the third floor, the top of the hotel, and watched as the doors slowly closed.
I sighed long and loud, placing my hand on my chest. I would have preferred not to run into Meredith as I didn’t want it to get around to Jake that I was in the building. I knew it would be confounding and I really didn’t want to lie nor actually tell the truth. I just wanted to be left alone.
The elevator ascended in a slow and somewhat wobbly path. This was an old hotel, after all, and the elevator was no exception. If you were a person who was particularly afraid of elevators, you wouldn’t much like this one. It was rather shaky.
Once the doors crested open once again, I jumped out and stepped slowly, one foot in front of the other, down that long hallway. The hall was decorated with pink Victorian-style wallpaper, cream painted wood wainscoting separating the wallpaper from the red carpet, with low orange lamps illuminating the way. I admit, it was kind of musty. We could be taking better care of it. Jake did a good job, but there just wasn’t enough money in the business to justifying rehabilitating the place like it needed.
Then, standing in front of the door, room 327, I lightly knocked on it with my knuckle and stepped back with a shy expression on my face. I was eager, excited, all twisted up inside as I anticipated the door opening. I even reflexively stood up on my tip-toes and then lowered back down. There was a coolness of sweat on the back of my neck.
The door slowly opened with a creak and Kelsie’s green eyes appeared in the crack between the door and the frame.
“Who goes there?” she said, pretending to be some ornery gatekeeper.
“’Tis I!” I said with a flourish, lifting my palm delicately.
“What’s the secret password?” Kelsie teasingly crooned, eying me suspiciously from the other side of the door.
“Fingerfuck!” I called out. This gave Kelsie a tickle and I saw her buckle over laughing. She opened the door wider and continued her giggle.
“Fingerfuck?” she said incredulously. “Are you serious? How’d you come up with that?”
“I dunno!” I said with a half-embarrassed look, giving Kelsie a shrug. I casually stepped closer to her, pushing myself through the doorway.
“You’re insane, Audra,” she said, approaching me and slipping her arms around my waist. I felt so incredibly close to her. My feet were light.
“Maybe,” I said, now bumping the door closed with my rear. Once the door closed, I reached behind me and deftly locked it with a deep clicking sound. “Did you have a good meeting?” I asked naively.
“Mm hmm,” said Kelsie as she closed in on me, our lips sweetly meeting, our mouths locking in a wonderful kiss. I could have melted right there in her arms, turning into a jelly, and oozed down into a puddle on the floor. But instead I just feverishly kissed her pretty face. I lightly held onto her sides with my fingertips.
The tone had changed from lighthearted and playful to intense and passionate really quickly as the two of us continued our kiss, each of us exploring one another with our hands, pressing our bodies together there just off from the door. The hotel room was lowly lit, the light was a deep orange, the window drapes were drawn wide and the window itself was wide open letting in a nice summer breeze.
Suddenly, Kelsie broke her mouth from mine in another laugh. I opened my eyes and smiled at her.
“Fingerfuck,” she repeated, shaking her head. “You’re such a freak, Audra. You’ve got a dirty mind.”
“No,” I timidly protested. I felt like I was blushing.
“Is that what you want?” said Kelsie with a sensuality to her voice. “You want a fingerfuck?” With that, Kelsie slipped her hand between my legs and playfully pinched at me through the fabric of my shorts.
“Hey!” I cried out, batting at her hand, unable to suppress my own giggling as she touched me. “Cut it out!”
We laughed together as Kelsie blithely grappled with me and I reveled in feeling the pressure of her fingers against me. She was mostly getting the material of my clothes in her tender squeezes, but occasionally I could feel the firmness of her fingers on my wanting lips and it drove me so crazy. I wished I could just snap my fingers and the two of us would be totally in the buff, ready to take each other.
“Fine,” she said, giving up with a smirk on her face, backing off from me and putting her hands on her hips. I could see a subtle fire in her eyes, like she was ready for the very same thing I was ready for, like she had been dreaming of it all too. I was delightfully nervous. I thought about trying to still my beating heart but I was loving the feeling of being so amped up.
“Oh!” Kelsie cried out, her legs beginning to kick into the sheets, her torso lifting up off the bed and then quickly collapsing back down onto it. “Fuck!” she called in a much deeper voice than usual, her head toppling down into the pillows as she squirmed and writhed and wriggled, her butt grinding down into the loosened top sheet.
I gripped onto Kelsie’s hips and adoringly gave her a couple more long, slow licks. I loved her flavor. It was tangy and coppery, sweaty, and I yearned to keep that taste in my mouth. But as I licked her, she giggled and dropped a hand to my head, tapping on my hair lightly a few times until she suddenly made to push my head off of her.
“Audra, okay!” she said, still laughing. “Oh my God, now I’m totally ticklish!” I looked up and watched as Kelsie shivered, her arms wrap
ping around herself, covering up her bare chest, and she gently rocked from side to side in a solo embrace.
“I’m sorry,” I cooed, sitting up now, propping myself up on my knees between Kelsie’s legs. She was laid out naked in front of me, lithe and supple, the body of a woman who took care of herself, a beautiful temple at which I was eager to worship. I became hypnotized by the soft orange fur between her legs and without thinking much about it, I dropped my hand to her middle and traced a finger lightly up her damp slit. Her lips parted as I trailed my finger upwards, her inner flesh peeking out from her pinkness.
“It’s so sensitive,” she said. “But I really like it.”
“I really like it, too.” I gazed down into her glimmering blossom, her humid skin fascinated me, and I studied her. I absolutely loved that while her mound had a nice tuft of fur covering it, she had shaved herself down below. She was manicured and designed, like she’d done it just for my edification, like her light hair implied a spectacular present for me to unwrap underneath. Moist, smooth lips. I wished I had thought to do the same for her.
“C’mere,” said Kelsie, beckoning me to lay down with her. I obeyed and slithered up her naked figure, falling to the side of her body, slinging an arm over her belly. “Are you still dressed?” she ask, looking down at me.
“Yeah,” I said softly, looking at myself just as she did. I was still in my panties and a tank top, but nothing else. Everything had just gotten away from me and I was impatient to get started on her. I’m a people pleaser, I guess.
“I want you naked,” she affirmed, grabbing at my tank top, trying to pull it up. Kelsie was successful in pulling my shirt up over my chest.
“Hey!” I said, laughing now and giving her hand a light smack. “I’ll do it.”
“Do it then!” she said, speedily leaning in toward me and nuzzling her nose into mine. We kissed.
“Kay,” I said sweetly. I took hold of the hem of my tank and deftly pulled it upwards over my head, rolling around on the bed as I did this, my hair flipping up as I pulled the top off of me. I tossed it to the floor and gave Kelsie a slightly shy smile, as my chest was now exposed for her to see.
“Nice,” she cooed, reaching over and delicately fondling one of my small breasts, her thumb tracing over my nipple.
“Hmm,” I sighed, falling back beside Kelsie, closing my eyes, and snuggling into her, feeling her warmth against me. “This is so great.”
“I know,” she said. “I like you, Audra.” With that, I felt her kiss me on the forehead.
“I like you,” I countered. Absentmindedly, my hand caressed Kelsie between her legs, my fingers lightly prodding through her fur which was still damp from my earlier attentions.
“Maybe you could come to LA with me,” she mused, her hips grinding a little bit as she settled into my touch. “Were you serious about it earlier?”
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling the familiar fear creep up inside of me. It was like I shut down then and reverted into a defensive shyness. “It could be fun.”
“It would be fun,” she corrected. “I told you, you could crash on my couch.” Kelsie snickered and adoringly planted another kiss on my lips, the sound reverberating through the darkened room.
“I’m just a little… scared,” I admitted. “I have to think about it.”
“Okay,” said Kelsie, smiling at me, our foreheads together. “No pressure.”
“Thanks,” I beamed happily, snuggling.
“But I bet I know something that can help convince you,” said Kelsie with an impishness in her tone. Slipping out from next to me, Kelsie sat up on her knees, her lovely pale breasts offering just the slightest bounce as she moved, and she placed her hand on my hip. Kelsie then pushed with an even force, inspiring me to lay on my back as I watched her intently.
“Convince me,” I said, feeling the moments between heartbeats shorten.
With a languid buzz of her lips, her eyes focused down on my middle, Kelsie reached her hands out and took hold of the elastic band at the top of my panties, pushing her thumbs into it. I could feel her digits against my skin. She then peeled the fabric downward, yanking it off my rear from underneath, and guided my panties over and down my thighs, pulling them down my legs until she reached my feet and removed them from me completely. Holding them up with one hand, showing them to me with a grin on her face, she dropped them off the bed.
“Breezy,” I said, widening my legs as I felt a cool air between my thighs.
Kelsie pressed her palms into my thighs and then moved them back and forth, seductively caressing me as her eyes jumped between my eyes and my middle a number of times.
“You have a really pretty pussy,” cooed Kelsie. Staring at it, she brought one of her hands close to me and stuck out a single finger, admiringly moving it up and down my slit which had already began to moisten in anticipation. I couldn’t help myself and I released a goofy giggle, quickly bringing a hand to my own mouth to shut myself up. Kelsie laughed along with me.
“That feels nice,” I admitted, my butt grinding down into the sheets. Kelsie continued her loving touch, cupping me in her palm and beginning to stroke up and down.
“I like you, Audra,” she said as her fondling grew more fervent. “You’re not like the girls I usually meet. You’re regular… you know? Like me.”
“Mm hmm,” I said, agreeing with her but my body taking over focus as she pet me between my thighs.
“Sometimes the Hollywood thing really irks me,” said Kelsie, lowering her head down, her eyes watching her own hand caress my humid flower. “Like I just don’t fit in. I feel like I fit in more with you,” she said. “You remind me of what my life used to be like.”
Then I felt it. Kelsie gave me a long, slow lick up the length of my slit and sent shivers up my spine. It was amazing. It was as though that lick blew all the fears out of me and I just simply gave in to her love. The anxieties of tomorrow could wait until then. For now, I wanted to feel good.
Kelsie pressed her lips to my cherry and offered it light sucks as her fingers prodded against me, indolently slipping inside between my flesh and penetrating me. I could feel a slight crook in her finger as she pressed in and pulled out, her soft fingertip dragging against my insides and inspiring a tingly feeling in my nerves. I knew I had that sex face on, that face that probably was looking like I was melting into pleasure, but I didn’t care. My eyes hung heavy, my mouth dropped open and offered affirmations to Kelsie every time she hit the right spot.
One of Kelsie’s hands moved up the length of my body and gripped onto my hand, our fingers threading together, holding hands tightly as she worked on my lusty wetness. She was so good at it, attending to me not in some rote or mechanical manner, but rather like she truly enjoyed making me happy. It wasn’t often that I encountered someone who legitimately cared about my happiness.
A subtle hint of embarrassment washed over me as I felt myself get creamy from her desirous tongue flicks. I’m one of those women who gets pretty wet down there, beading off a milky whiteness when I’m super aroused, but Kelsie was into it. I felt her lick upwards against me and lap up the dew that emanated from my sex. The embarrassment quickly dissipated.
“Oh God,” I moaned out in a low diphthong. Still holding Kelsie’s hand with one of my own hands, I sent my other hand upwards to finger through my own hair, giving it a light tug, searching for something to hold onto as the pleasure mounted inside of me.
“Mmm,” I heard Kelsie hum against my moist lips. I felt loose and tight all at the same time, little contractions meandering in my belly, squeeze and release. It was like a rush of water was impending over my head, held back only by some weak barrier, like it was only a matter of time before it all came down on me, drenching me, dousing me. It took me a moment to realize it, but now Kelsie had two fingers inside of me, pressing against my inner walls as she thrust, her mouth firm and steady over my little bean and suckling as though she wanted to absorb me fully into her mouth.
It
was almost as though I was rocking against Kelsie now, eager for more pressure. I even felt Kelsie’s little finger lightly caressing the puckered folds of my rear, itself somewhat sticky and wet from the drizzle of my aperture. I kind of wanted her to, you know, penetrate that a little bit too but I was too embarrassed about that thought to really say anything. Nobody had done that to me before but I admit I wanted it to happen.
“Oh shit,” I moaned now, automatically releasing that curse word into the air. My body folded over to one side and I wrapped my arms around myself in a tender embrace, feeling the quick and reflexive squeezing of my middle muscle. Kelsie could see that I had been ejected over the top and she pulled her lips back but kept her fingers inserted, quickening her thrusting pace as my hips gyrated back and forth. It felt wonderful, her speedy penetrations. I wanted to scream out in ecstasy but I also didn’t want anybody outside of the room to hear me. I was coming.
I started smacking at her hand near my backside as it just started to become too much to endure, and I heard Kelsie laugh at me. She slowly eased her fingers out of me and I turned back a little to look at her. I caught her slipping those two fingers into her mouth and lovingly sucking on them with a quick popping sound of her lips.
“Oh God,” I said as though I were drunk. “Don’t do that.”
“Why not?” she asked, now seductively licking her fingers because she knew it would get an embarrassed rise out of me.
“Because,” I said, reaching out and trying to pull her hand away from her mouth. She giggled as we lightly tussled.
“You taste good, though,” said Kelsie with an impish smile. “You taste like a lilac smells.”
“You’re nuts,” I said, but I felt undeniably amazing. Like really, truly loved. Kelsie and I were sharing an intimacy that I don’t think I’d ever experienced before. I could feel myself blushing and I rolled over and put a pillow atop my head to hide.
“C’mon,” she said in a soft, loving tone. I felt her slender fingers caress my throbbing lips, fingertips gliding over the tacky moistness. The hair on my arms stood on end.
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