Operation: Stripped & Stranded

by E Kay Sims

  “You. I-I can’t believe this is happening. You, here in my hotel room, and you want me as much as I want you.” His hand slid under my blond hair to cup the side of my face as he murmured against my lips, “You’re so beautiful.”

  This time, he kissed me and it was magic. It wasn’t the kiss of someone who wanted a quick fuck. His kisses were sweet and tender, compassionate and respectful. They worshipped me as a person, not as an object. They made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Something that frightened me. Something I didn’t want to stop.

  “Don’t stop,” I whispered.

  His kiss became more heated but no less beautiful. His fingers fumbled with the invisible zip that ran along my spine as I deftly unbuttoned his shirt. He scattered kisses down my neck and along my shoulder, and I gasped in delight. I tossed his shirt to the floor and buried my face into the crook of his neck as my dress fell away. Our naked torsos pressed together, skin-to-skin, my nipples brushed against his hard body as I pressed my lips to his pecks. He was half a foot taller than me—the perfect height and his body was incredible. But he was still half clothed and here I was in my panties.

  “I think you need to lose this,” I stated as I tugged on his belt.

  He smiled bashfully at me. “I’m, um… really turned on, just so you know.”

  “Good! Then I’m doing something right.”

  He chuckled.

  I tore the belt from his waist and tossed it to the floor. “We might play with that later.” I bent down and stripped him bare, bringing myself to the same level as his long cock. As I gripped the base, I licked around the tip , then took him into my mouth. He hissed out his pleasure as I used my mouth to apply the right amount of pressure. Gil leaned his hips toward me and I felt his fingers in my hair. My tongue swirled around him and then I was bobbing my head faster and faster until I was deep throating him.

  “Oh fuck, Piper,” he moaned. He let me go a few moments longer before he pulled me to my feet. “I need to get you ready for me.” His voice sounded rough with pleasure.

  I stripped my panties off and rubbed my fingers over my wet pussy. “I am ready for you, baby.”

  His fingers joined mine, rubbing me gently and we both moaned. “Give me a moment,” he whispered.

  I kept playing with myself as he went to his suitcase. He returned promptly with a packet. I took it from him, and he watched me in surprise as I tore it open with my teeth and pushed the condom into my mouth. I bent down and rolled it onto his cock with my lips.

  His belly quivered as he laughed. “That’s a neat trick.”

  “I have all night to show you all of my neat tricks,” I promised.

  I led Gil to the bed and pushed him down. I straddled him and lowered myself onto him, taking him deep inside me. His arm went around my back and he sat up, bringing me face-to-face with him. I lost myself in those dark blue eyes of his until the feeling of his cock picking up speed got my pussy all excited, and I couldn’t help crying out.

  His teeth grazed my neck as we fucked, and God, he fucked good.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Gil, please!” I shouted.

  He stared directly into my eyes again as my climax built. It crashed around us gloriously, my body shaking, grasping his cock in desperation.

  “We’re not done yet, are we?”

  I giggled as my body relaxed. “Not by a long shot, Mr. Barlow. That was only one orgasm.”

  He rolled me onto my back and eased himself back into me. “Your body feels incredible.”

  I spread my legs wide and lifted them into the air, giving him great access to me.

  “So, how many orgasms can you have?” he asked as he moved inside me.

  “You-you’ll… find out! Oh, right there!” I cried out again as another wave hit me.

  Oh my god, I felt like a teenager again. I hadn’t been touched or fucked in so long and definitely never by anyone so sweet. I wasn’t sure why Gil was so unsure of himself because the guy was gifted.

  “Oh, I can feel you. Oh, I think it’s my turn, beautiful.” He wrapped my legs tight around his waist. I held him tight as he came, groaning into my neck.

  Our bodies quivered together. I stared up at him as he gazed down at me. “Do you think we can do this again tonight?”

  “Guaranteed,” I promised. “Just give me a few minutes.”

  ERIC

  I

  stepped into the hall and let the door close behind me, shoes in hand and padded down the hall barefoot and bare-chested, my shirt open, my jacket slung over my shoulder.

  What the fuck just happened? Did I really just get kicked out? And after the second night of the best sex I’d ever had? Had she not enjoyed it as much as I had? No, she had enjoyed it! In fact, she’d begged for more. Maybe it was the fact she was my instructor, and we had crossed a line. Perhaps she was feeling regret once the wine had worn off. I tried to shake off the doubt clouding my thoughts.

  Frustrated, I ran my fingers through my hair and continued down the hall, feeling exhausted physically and mentally. Women! Would I ever understand them? This thing between EZee and myself was getting complicated, and I’d only known her two days. I tried to put myself in her place and I really did get it. I was in the military, so I understood the need for boundaries, personal and professional.

  What a night! I admit, I had been pissed at Gil earlier for leaving me stranded at the strip club and having to find my own way back to The Palazzo. But when I ran into EZee at TAO, all had been forgotten and forgiven––for the most part. The sight of EZee moving to the music had turned my brain into mush and my cock into steel. I was drawn to her like a magnet. There was definitely something there that neither of us could deny.

  I just hoped whoever the girl was that Gil had taken off with had been worth it. I assumed he’d taken off with a girl from the club.

  Finally, I stood at the door to our room and pulled my key card out of my pocket. When the lock clicked, I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit room. At first, my brain didn’t register what my eyes were seeing but the sounds totally gave it away.

  Shit! Speak of the devil! There was Gil with his back toward me, bare-assed naked, pounding the fuck out of some chick. Good for you, buddy, I’d thought. Her eyes had met mine, bold as brass as she’d given me a knowing little smirk. I recognized her from the strip club. Alrighty then! I grabbed my bag near the door and backed out of the room soundlessly.

  Well fuck! Now I had no place to go. Checking my watch, I saw it was nearly oh-four-hundred hours––class was six hours away. Since we covered the material so quickly yesterday, Aurore gave us two extra free hours this morning, changing the time of class to ten a.m.

  Leaning against the wall, I put my shoes on, then made my way down to the elevator and found myself heading toward the fitness center. I couldn’t remember if it was twenty-four-hour access. It’d better be, or Gil was going to get some payback later!

  Speaking of the workshop, I wondered if EZee was going to be able to maintain her calm teacher mask, projecting a sense of zen-like peace and well-being after everything that had transpired between us. I knew I would be able to––it would be difficult, but with my Ranger training and military bearing, I felt pretty confident I could pull it off––I hoped, anyway. That is if I even showed up. Who was I kidding? I would show up. I had to, at this point. Not only did I need this workshop, but I also needed to see her again.

  Luckily the fitness center was open. I got changed in the locker room, then hopped on a treadmill for some cardio. I wasn’t worried about my lack of sleep. I was used to going on missions and going days without sleep. Like the firefight I’d been in last year that had lasted thirty-six hours straight. Half-way through the first night, Rico had been dead. Fuck! Not now! I couldn’t afford to be thinking about that right now.

  I redirected my thoughts, paused the machine to put in my earbuds, turned up the volume, and hit my favorite playlist. Bullet For My Valentine blasted my eardrums as I crank
ed up the speed on the machine to my max endurance in order to chase away those unwanted memories.

  After an hour of cardio and forty-five minutes of weight training, I showered for the second time that morning and dressed casually in Levis and a plain, black T-shirt. I figured Gil was probably sleeping in so I went to find someplace to eat breakfast. I felt like an idiot carrying my bag around through the hotel, so I took it to the concierge to hold it for me.

  “Could you please recommend someplace to get a decent breakfast besides here in the hotel?” I asked the guy standing behind the concierge desk.

  “Of course, I’d be very happy to help you. Tableau over at the Wynn with views of the pool is excellent. And further south, there is VegeNation, offering vegetarian delights.”

  “Uh, no thank you. I want some real, home cooked, comfort food. None of that vegetarian crap and nothing that cost an arm and a leg for three peas garnished with a carrot that looks like a flower. I want something like biscuits and gravy or chicken and waffles with man-sized portions.” I grinned down at him.

  I was at least a half a foot taller than him and pretty sure I out-weighed him by seventy-five pounds or better.

  “Ah,” he nodded, grinning back at me, “I know just the place! Blueberry Hill Family Restaurant on West Flamingo Road. They have a few different flavors of chicken and waffles, and their menu is extensive. The portions are indeed ‘man-sized’ and very reasonably priced.” He wrote the address down for me on the back of his card with the number to The Palazzo.

  “Great! Thanks a lot.” I handed him a tip for the info and for holding my bag, then turned and made my way to the valet to get the car.

  My stomach rumbled loudly at the thought of chicken and waffles. I hadn’t had any in a very long time. I was suddenly starving for them as I waited for the car. It seemed to take forever, but finally, the valet pulled up and exited the driver’s side and held the door for me.

  “Sir, next time if you call ahead, you won’t have to wait so long.” The valet pulled out his card and handed it to me.

  “Alright, thanks buddy,” I replied, nodding as he closed the door for me.

  I peeled out of there after programming the GPS with the address to the restaurant. I hoped the wait wouldn’t be too long since this place was supposed to be popular.

  Surprisingly, the traffic wasn’t too awful, so it didn’t take long. I found a parking space fairly quickly. The hostess had me seated with a menu at the bar in no time since I was by myself. No point in taking up a table for just myself, though I usually didn’t like to sit anywhere my back wasn’t against a wall with a view of the windows and exits.

  I’m not one of those people who hates to eat alone. In fact, I enjoy eating alone in an actual restaurant, which isn’t very often, or even alone at home which is often when I’m not on deployment. You learn to appreciate the finer things in life after being deployed to shit holes on the other side of the world for months at a time and eating nothing but MREs––Meals Ready to Eat––and the occasional power bar.

  I’ve had to eat with a bunch of filthy guys while on the go in some pretty horrendous conditions, including dead bodies nearby. I once ate lunch with the middle, index finger, and thumb sealed in a plastic bag in my pouch hanging from my belt. Had to turn in the digits for fingerprints and identification purposes to prove we got the right target. It wasn’t feasible to transport the whole dead body, so we took pictures and the fingers.

  Eating alone is not a big deal. Getting a decent meal on actual plates with actual cutlery, while sitting in a chair to eat leisurely, enjoying one’s food, savoring each bite, is a big deal. I was going to make love to those chicken and waffles, let me tell you!

  “What are you having, doll face?” the elderly waitress interrupted my perusal of the menu, her accent carried a southern twang. She placed a glass of water down in front of me along with silverware and a napkin. Her name tag read, Audrey.

  “The Chicken Waffle,” I said, matter-of-factly. I gave her my best grin. “Make it a double order, please, ma’am, and a slice of that blueberry pie with a tall glass of sweet tea if you have it.”

  “You’re a fella after my own heart, aren’t cha?” She grinned back and took the menu from me. “Anything else?” She was not flirting with me at all. I suspected she spoke to everyone that way.

  “No, ma’am,” I replied.

  She fluttered her eyelashes at me like a southern belle from days gone by before flouncing off to the kitchen to put in my order. She still had an amazing figure, and only a few gray hairs streaked her natural blond locks. The fine wrinkles around her soft, blue eyes and pale pink mouth did not detract from her natural beauty. I estimated her age to be around sixty, older than my mother for sure, but she reminded me of her. It had been five years since my mom died of cancer. I missed her. We’d been close. Closer than I was to my dad.

  I still felt a twinge of pain squeeze my heart whenever I thought about my mother. She would have loved this place. I could imagine her ordering the blueberry pie, that’s the only reason I chose it—it was her favorite kind of pie. Mine, on the other hand, was pecan pie, but it wasn’t on the menu.

  “There ya go, sugar.” Audrey was back with my sweet tea. “I’ll be back with your order in a few.”

  “Thank you,” I replied, my melancholy mood lifted as I sipped the tea appreciatively.

  She had a way about her, my waitress. I couldn’t stay sad in her presence. She had an air of cheerfulness that could chase away the grayest of clouds. Like a bright ray of sunshine, she was.

  Once again, I watched her flounce off; there was no other way to describe the way she walked. I’d bet she was one helluva a beauty back in her day––damn, she still was! I smiled to myself and took a long draught of tea, sweet and refreshing, just the way I liked it. I let my eyes roam around the restaurant, checking for exits and took note of all the patrons––a long-standing habit. I’d most likely never break this particular habit even after getting out of the military––someday.

  A few minutes later, Audrey returned with my meal on a large tray. It looked and smelled so good, I instantly started salivating the second the aromas hit my nose. My stomach let out an audible growl that I hoped she hadn’t heard.

  “Alright, here you go, darlin’.” She set the piping hot food down in front of me, the plate heaped with a double order of Chicken Waffles. “I hope you’re hungry!”

  “Wow! This looks amazing. Thank you,” I replied. I grabbed my napkin and placed it on my lap. I couldn’t wait to dig in.

  “Enjoy!” she said. “I’ll be back to check on you.”

  I took a moment of silence to think of my lost brothers-in-arms. Then, I grabbed my fork and knife and cut into the perfectly cooked waffle along with a bite of the crispy, fried chicken. It tasted like heaven as I slowly chewed several times, moving it over every part of my tongue. I wanted to take my sweet time aqnd savor every bite.

  In spite of taking my time, it was over all too soon. Not a crumb left on my breakfast plate or the dessert plate. Feeling fat and happy and completely satisfied, I brought my napkin to my lips and burped as discreetly as I could. I still had the manners my mother raised me with.

  You would’ve loved the blueberry pie, Mom, I thought. I looked up at the ceiling and smiled as if she were somehow up there looking down on me.

  I paid my bill and had plenty of time to get back to The Palazzo and still had time to kill before going to my yoga workshop. I needed to let my food settle, anyway. Apparently, you weren’t supposed to practice yoga on a full stomach. Wait two to three hours after a meal, they’d said. I had about two hours to go before the start of class. I figured a walk down through the Grand Canal Shoppes would do me good. Then I’d grab my bag and check to see if Gil was still sleeping or at least alone so that I could change into my ‘yoga’ clothes. Otherwise, I’d have to change in one of the public restrooms or go back to the gym.

  GIL

  I

  awoke again with
a dull ache in my arms, my legs… everywhere. Having sex against the window had been adventurous and a huge turn on, but now my body was feeling it. I smiled, feeling satisfied as I stared at the back of the blond next to me in the bed, her naked back exposed to me. I could see the curve of her hips and arse underneath the light sheet that was draped across her. I wanted to touch her, to kiss her, and to worship her like I’d done all night.

  I was suddenly feeling self-conscious.

  Was it right for me to reach out and brush my fingertips down her arm? I did it with a lump of nervousness in my throat, hoping against all hope that she wouldn’t think I was a creeper. Piper moaned and rolled onto her back. Her green eyes met my gaze.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “It’s okay,” she responded with a sleepy smile. She scooted up against me and pulled me into a kiss, nibbling gently on my lower lip. “What time is it?”

  “I’m not sure. Why?” I asked.

  “We’ve got things to do, baby,” Piper said.

  “More things?”

  “Hell yes! Last night was only the beginning.”

  “It was a hell of a night,” I muttered.

  I hope I didn’t sound too sappy. But when I felt Piper’s hands brush down my body, when I heard her whisper, “I agree,” I knew our night meant more to her than a quick shag.

  Our next kiss was longer and more intense. I could feel my heart pound in my chest as we got lost in each other. I was falling fast for this woman and I began to do so before I even knew her name. It had only taken a glance and I was a goner. I wasn’t sure how she felt about me. Maybe I was nothing more than a distraction from her regular life? Maybe this was simply a fun couple of days? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I would be sure to make the most of our time together—even if it would leave me with a broken heart in the end.

  “What else have you got up your sleeve, Piper?” I murmured against her lips.