‘Are you always this direct?’ he uttered, shrugging off his jacket, letting it drop on the floor.
‘When I want something, yes,’ I shrugged, waiting for the judgement. ‘Is that a problem? Shouldn’t women be as forthright and direct as men when they want to fuck?’
‘No problem here. I’ve just never met anyone like you,’ he replied, tugging at his bowtie.
‘Baby, there is no one like me,’ I grinned, letting him go and walking away as I tugged my dress over my shoulders and slipped it down to my hips. One blessing of having average sized tits was no boulder holder was required. I bent over and pushed the dress down, letting it pool around my feet. I heard a shocked intake of breath when he realised I wasn’t wearing knickers either. Slipping off my shoes, I winked at him over my shoulder and ran to the pool, diving in stark naked. By the time I came up for air down in the shallow end, had wiped the water from my eyes and slicked my hair back, I heard a splash behind me. There was a trail of clothes from the entrance to the edge of the pool and I screamed as I felt hands grab my hips as he came up for air besides me, a condom wrapper clutched tightly in his teeth. ‘For someone not expecting to score, you seem well prepared,’ I observed with a giggle.
‘Boy scout,’ he winked, backing me up to the tiled steps that led down into the shallow end. He shoved the condom on the edge of the pool, grabbed me and lifted me up, carrying me up the steps to place me down on the top one. I was right, he didn’t have that buffed, gym toned body, but he was lean and not unappealing. I stifled a sigh as I saw a crop of dark curls encircling his cock. ‘Fuck, you’re bare,’ he groaned as he parted my legs. I resisted the urge to make some wise crack about him coming into the 21st Century and getting with the programme. He was only in his early twenties, he had a lot to learn and me bruising his ego certainly wouldn’t help. ‘I can’t believe I’m here with a girl as hot as you.’
‘Then make the most of it. I’ve been imagining those fingers of yours playing my clit, the way you were playing those ivories back in the bar.’
‘I have been told my finger fucking skills are awesome,’ he grinned, sitting himself down beside me.
‘Prove it. I love to watch,’ I replied, slowly parting my legs, making him groan again as I flashed him my soft pink centre that was currently throbbing with need. I twisted slightly, hooking one leg over his lap, leaning back to place both palms on the cool step behind me. I caught my breath as he stretched his right hand out and ran it up my thigh. The barest of brushes against my skin, but full of promise. He ran his fingertips over my shaved mound, letting out a slight groan as my clit pulsed, eager for stimulation. My eyes were focussed on his fingers as they moved lower and I moaned as he connected with that sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubbed gently, circled slowly, then started to vary the pace and pressure. ‘Shit,’ I cried, my jaw dropping as my eyes tried to stay fixed on what was happening. I was right, his fingers were a thing of wonder. Some guys just went at it, rubbing like they were polishing brass and virtually giving a friction blister. Not him, he moved with speed and finesse. I whimpered as he swapped positions, his thumb firmly pressing my clit, two fingers sliding inside me, carefully stroking my g-spot.
‘God you’re wet,’ he murmured, shifting positions, his erection springing free from under the arm that had been resting on it. His left hand weaved into my hair, carefully tugging to tilt my neck so that his lips could nibble it. I snaked my left hand into his lap and grasped his cock, slowly starting to stroke it. No way did I want him blowing his load before he fucked me. I had no idea of his spring back time. He grunted as my hand started to pump him and our teeth clashed as his lips found mine and got slightly more aggressive in their need. I could feel the heat building inside me, simultaneous clit and g-spot stimulation had me coming fast every single time. Then again, so did tongue, or penetration. I’d never been selective when it came to a favourite method, I was lucky I came so easily. Unlike my sister by the sounds of it. My fingers curled tightly around the swimming pool step as my hips started to flex against his probing fingers.
‘O God … don’t stop. Don’t … stop,’ I moaned, my grip on his erection tightening.
‘Already?’ he uttered, sounding surprised. ‘I could play Frederic Rzewski’s The Road without my fingers tiring and that’s ten hours long.’
‘What can I … say,’ I panted, biting his bottom lip. ‘I’m more a piano minute girl.’
‘Minuet,’ he chuckled, thrusting faster, his thumb skimming over my slickness, tingles spreading across my skin like ants.
‘Whatever, Chopin, get me off, now, then fuck me,’ I ordered.
‘Yes ma’am,’ he grinned, then groaned as I clasped his length in a vice like hold. Ma’am? What was I? Bloody fifty? An extra in Downton Abbey? Hmmm, I quite liked the idea of playing the innocent maid who got seduced by the master. My wandering mind soon zoned out as my head filled with cotton wool instead. My eyes rolled as my eyelids fluttered and I started cursing as heat billowed out from my core and I felt myself lubricating his fingers even more.
‘Don’t … O please,’ I cried. I released his cock, unable to focus on my impending climax and a hand job at the same time. Instead I gripped his thigh, my nails digging into his flesh as my body started to tremble and I threw my head back, letting out a scream as I came. I felt one of his arms tighten around my waist as I started to buck in his arms, my feet kicking up the warm water below me.
‘I’ve never made a girl come so fast,’ he murmured as he kissed my ear.
‘You have magic fingers,’ I sighed contentedly, trying to pull myself back together. ‘How about we check that cock of yours for similar skills?’ I laughed as he scooted my leg from his and scrambled to retrieve his condom. I stretched my legs out as I came down from my high, swirling my ankles in the water. A bit of mindless sex was just what was needed to rid me of the tension I was feeling over this whole situation with Lisa and Brady. If a couple that well suited were about to implode, after eleven years, what hope did I have of ever settling down? I looked over at piano man, swiftly covering himself in his condom as he stood a few steps below me, idly wondering how he’d explain his wet hair when he went back to the bar to play. Mind you, he was like his music, background noise. I bet no one really took much notice of what he did. I suddenly felt sorry for him. He was way too talented to be playing in a hotel bar, being ignored. No matter how luxurious the hotel was.
‘Come on then, let’s see if I can last longer than a minute minuet,’ he grinned, beckoning me to him with his fingers.
‘Very funny, just because I don’t know about fancy music. I’m all about Nevada 6 not bloody classical stuff and terminology,’ I retorted as I stood on still shaky legs. That really had been a spectacular finger bang. He reached one of his hands out to take mine, his eyes roving hungrily over my naked body as I stepped down towards him. I squealed as he suddenly gripped my hips and lifted me up, lowering me down his body. I quickly gripped his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, as he guided himself to nestle against my opening. ‘Fuck me then Chopin,’ I ordered with a grin.
‘Yes ma’am,’ he chuckled, making me cringe for a second, until his cock slid into me. I could forget my own name when that happened. Sex was something I could never see myself getting tired of. Ever. Forced to choose between sex and food, I’d go for sex every single time. Assuming I could come that was. No one wanted sex without the big finale. That would just suck. I started to rise and fall on him, his palms holding my backside as he carefully made his way backwards, down the last remaining steps into the shallow end. I shivered as the water rose up my back and he anchored his feet to the bottom of the pool to steady us as his hips began to pump.
‘Hmmm,’ I moaned, when he lowered his mouth to suck on one of my nipples. Not the best I’d had, but a long way from the worst. ‘Harder, fuck me harder,’ I ordered in a breathless tone.
‘Seriously?’ he asked, his eyes wide with surprise.
‘Trust me, I can ta
ke it and you can give more.’ I nodded my reassurance. ‘Take me to the rail.’ I flicked my head to where the water was lapping at the tiny blue and white mosaic tiles under the shining silver grab bar. He did as he was told, making me think that I could have so much fun playing the role of dominatrix with him. An alpha he definitely wasn’t, but he was cute. I let go of his neck as he approached the side, lowering my upper body into the warm water, stretching my arms to the side and behind me to grip the bar. ‘Hands over mine and really fuck me,’ I demanded. His eyes glittered with excitement as he did as instructed, bent over me, tensing his arms as he pulled his hips back and thrust forward with force.
‘Like that?’
‘Harder and faster. Pound me like your life depends on it.’ I nodded my consent as his eyes widened even further. If there was one amazing thing about a younger guy, it was stamina and eagerness to please and he did exactly as he was told. ‘Yes,’ I groaned.
‘Like this?’ he asked, his face full of hope that he was doing a good job.
‘Hmmmm, but even harder. Really pound me.’
‘God, you’re so fucking hot,’ he groaned, closing his eyes as he focussed on doing exactly as he was told. The water around us was swirling and crashing against the tiles, ricocheting off my back as our bodies moved back and forth. I thought back to last week, when Roger had been fucking me, now that guy had real power in him and his cock filled me completely. So completely it almost bordered on being painful. If only we actually liked each other, sexually I’d never been so equally matched. The thought of his large cock stroking my inner walls as his hands grasped and groped, eager for all of me, had my climax starting to build straight away again. I closed my eyes too, giving in to the feelings of the warmth surrounding my body, the noise of the waves we were making, the heat of the room filling my nostrils and that heady, heady feeling that preceded the best experience in the world. Coming.
‘Yes,’ I cried.
‘Jesus, you feel amazing,’ he panted in my ear, giving it everything he had. It wasn’t long before I felt his body tensing, he was fighting coming and I was on the verge of it. I opened my eyes to find his fixated on my small tits, bouncing with each thrust he made. I looked down his torso to watch his cock sliding in and out of me under the water. The extra friction was certainly helping make up for his lack of size. It wasn’t long before I shattered and he quickly followed, stilling inside me as I felt him flex and shudder. ‘Wow,’ he sighed. ‘Are you here all weekend?’
‘Looking for a replay?’ I laughed.
‘Yeah,’ he nodded.
‘I’m not that sort of girl,’ I told him with an apologetic smile. ‘I don’t do relationships and fuck buddy rules get complicated as someone always falls for the other one, then there’s all the awkwardness and embarrassment. Besides, I’m here for my sister’s wedding tomorrow, so I’ll be expected to stay for the evening reception, not sneaking out to have my ivories tinkled again by you during your break.’
‘Was I that shit?’ he frowned, as he grasped the base of his cock to anchor the condom before pulling out of me.
‘No, God no. I came didn’t I?’ I said, in as reassuring a tone as possible. I didn’t want him getting a complex. ‘I’m just one of those unusual girls who likes no strings sex. Don’t take it personally, I never fuck anyone twice. I guess you think I’m a complete slut now, huh?’
‘No.’ He shook his head as he lifted me out of the pool to sit on the edge, then jumped up to sit next to me. ‘Why should men get to do that and be called a stud and you’re a slut for doing the same?’ He lay down looking up at the ceiling, so I did the same. It was so calming in here. The soft underwater lights and ripples of the undulating water cast reflections on the gold leaf ceiling. I could spend the night in here, preferably on one of those comfortable water beds they had under the private cabanas around the edges of this vast pool, rather than on this hard floor.
‘I wish all men, and women for that matter, had that attitude. I’m sure my sister thinks I’m a complete whore. She’s marrying a guy tomorrow that she’s been with for eleven years. Her first. I mean how does she know that it couldn’t be any better?’
‘How does she know it could be? Stick with what you know I say. I think that’s kind of sweet.’
‘So why are you single?’
‘Who says I am?’ he asked, tilting his head to look at me.
‘You seem too nice to fuck around behind a girlfriend’s back,’ I smiled.
‘Yeah, I am,’ he laughed. ‘This is the first time I’ve ever been hit on and done this as well.’
‘I’m your first one night stand?’ I asked, feeling kind of proud.
‘No,’ he grinned. ‘The first that’s made a move on me. You’d be amazed how many staff here are doing each other. This pool is a hot bed of activity at around 2 a.m. when things outside quieten down.’
‘You’ve done group?’ I looked at him surprised. I’d never had put him down for that.
‘No, not my thing, but you sort of get used to others fucking around you if you want to come in here. The night shift cleaners make sure they come in to make the place spotless before the Spa opens again in the morning. They get paid cash by anyone who uses the place so it’s win win all around. It happens in every hotel, cheap or top end.’
‘Yeah, not just hotels, in my job too. Sex makes the world go round. What time are you due back on the piano?’
‘Shit,’ he exclaimed as he suddenly sat up and looked up behind him, at the closest clock on the wall. ‘Fuck!’ He leapt up and ran to grab a couple of the towels from one of the heated racks positioned at various places around the pool. ‘I’ve got five minutes or Rawlings will have my head on a spike.’
‘Rawlings?’ I asked as I sat back up.
‘Bar manager, my boss. He’s a stickler for punctuality,’ he confirmed as he furiously rubbed his hair to get as much of the water out as possible. ‘I can’t lose this job, I’m saving up to apply for mature student status at the London Centre of Contemporary Music with the earnings I make here.’
‘You’re not already studying music?’ I asked, completely aghast. He was so talented.
‘I wish. I didn’t have the funds to apply, hence this job.’
‘That’s such a shame, you play amazingly.’
‘Thanks,’ he flashed me a grateful smile.
‘I’d better get dressed fast as well, I don’t want to get you in trouble.’
‘Don’t worry about it. Take your time, make the most of the pool and heat and cold rooms. You’ve got a minimum of an hour before any of the staff start showing up,’ he advised as he started to rub his body down.
‘What about getting out?’
‘It’s an electronic lock, you can always get out from the inside in case of fire.’
‘Are you sure?’ I asked, thinking how nice it would be to soak in the Jacuzzi for a while, then hit the sauna before heading back up to the suite and dealing with whatever drama had occurred with Lisa.
‘Sure,’ he called over his shoulder as he shoved his damp towels into the laundry chute under the towel heater. Seconds later he was running for his discarded clothes at the far side of the pool. I kicked my feet in the water as I watched him get dressed at speed. I hoped this Rawlings wasn’t in the bar waiting when piano man made it back. I’d hate to be the reason for him losing his job. He looked over at me as he adjusted his bowtie.
‘I had fun,’ I called. ‘Amazing finger skills.’
‘I had fun too,’ he smiled, pride sweeping across his face. ‘You know we never even got each other’s names?’
‘I know, I kind of like that, Chopin,’ I grinned, blowing him a kiss.
‘That’s my name in your head?’
‘Sure is. That or Piano Man. What’s mine?’
‘Sexy Legs. Thanks for a great time.’
‘You too, go before I get you the sack!’
He gave me a wink and disappeared from view. I smiled and arched my back, holding my arms in
the air as I stretched. My eye was drawn to one of the small black domes on the ceiling. I wondered if “Butler” was watching on one of his security screens and if he tossed off watching the staff get their freak on each night. Dirty bastard.
‘Lisa,’ I called as I wandered around our huge suite trying to find her. ‘Wow, sis, I’m supposed to be the dirty stop out,’ I announced to myself as I made it back to the lounge, unable to find her. So it seemed my prude sister had gone and done it. Good on her. I only hoped it helped her make up her mind. I called Gaston and ordered myself a gourmet Scottish Angus beef burger, topped with mushrooms and blue cheese, a side order of rosemary fries and a jug of hot chocolate. I was starving and soon polished it off, along with the bowl of truffles he brought in for me too. I checked my watch to see that it was already after two. I’d left Lisa in the bar at midnight, two hours ago. Surely she’d be back soon. I decided to go and get the duvet out of my room to snuggle up on the sofa with to wait for her. I was going to need every single detail if she needed advice. I just wanted my sister to be happy, whatever her decision.
Roger Cockburn
The chauffeur pulled up outside Brady’s three storey Victorian house where we were staying the night, before heading to The Domville for the big day tomorrow. If there was a big day, that was. I stumbled out of the Mercedes, as Brady tipped the driver, swaying as I stood on the pavement. When Brady cocked his head to indicate for us to head inside, I turned around, lost my footing and before I knew what was happening, I was being embraced by green foliage with a mouthful of grass.
‘Jesus Christ, Roger,’ laughed Brady from somewhere behind me as I tried to work out what the hell had just happened. ‘I now have a six foot two, Roger sized hole in my box hedge. Are you ok?’
‘Absolutely peachy,’ I responded as I tried to wriggle onto my back. Fuck. Had I seriously just fallen through his hedge? A hand flew to my face, quickly checking for signs of damage as I spat out some blades of grass.
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