She pulled away and took a step back. Her eyes were dancing as she looked from me to Trevor and back again.
“She’s feisty,” she said.
I clenched my thighs together as I throbbed inside my panties.
“Why don’t you come over to the bed,” she beckoned with a wave of her hand.
I followed behind her like a lapdog, in awe of her glamour and unwavering self-assurance.
“Lie down,” she said.
I sprawled out amongst the luxurious sheets. I was nervous about what she would do next but whatever it was, I couldn’t wait for her to do it. She didn’t waste any time getting close. She straddled my waist, her thighs clamping to my sides as the front of her dress fell open. I could see the fabric of her sheer panties, could see the wet patch that was growing just below her shaved lips. The smell of her sex was intoxicating as it mixed with her perfume.
“You have such a perfect body,” she said as she clasped her long, red fingernails into the front of my dress.
Over her shoulder, I could make out the outline of Trevor’s body as he lingered in the shadows. I wanted him to be next to me, guiding me through this experience, but he seemed intent on watching and keeping his distance. I craned my neck to see his face and our eyes met. I gazed at him lovingly, gave him a look of pure adoration in the hope that he’d be by my side but he stayed put with his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face. If he wasn’t going to come to me then I was going to give him the best damn show of my life.
Delores was breathing hard as she pulled my dress down to reveal my breasts. In comparison to hers, mine were so small and soft. She grazed her nails over them and watched as the goosebumps rose. Circling a nipple with her fingertip, she felt every bump of my areola, her top tooth biting into her lower lip as she looked down at me.
Leaning forward, she kissed my neck, her sweet, creamy lips massaging my skin as she moved lower. I arched my back to push my breasts further into her face and she responded by sucking on my nipples, digging her fingers into me as I moaned. She let out a low, groaning sound as she sucked and pressed herself into my stomach. The smell of her sex was growing and I could feel her wetness soaking through to my stomach. I reached a hand up under her dress and delicately brushed a finger over her panties, feeling the small bump of her lips.
She trembled slightly beneath my touch, her body shuddering as I rubbed her. Meanwhile, Trevor was watching the entire spectacle, his eyes never leaving my body as he rested against the wall in his usual, calm and relaxed demeanor.
“Have you ever wondered what it was like to be pleasured by a woman?” Delores asked.
I nodded meekly.
“It’s not like being touched by a man,” she explained. “It’s soft and tender. There’s no touch more heavenly, no sense of pleasure so intense.”
She wriggled down on her belly as she snaked her way down my body. At last, her lips were above my mound, hovering just above the fragile patch of skin between my thighs. Her breath was hot on my skin as it sent tingles over my body.
“I’ll be gentle,” she said. “And you can tell me to stop anytime.”
I nodded again, hating my nervousness for rendering me speechless. But something told me I wouldn’t want her to stop. Looking at her plump, red lips, I marveled at their succulence and imagined the feeling of them as they wrapped around my clitoris.
“I’m ready,” I said.
She smiled a wicked grin and with a soothing caress, she tucked her fingers inside my panties and pulled them to the side. I grew wetter with my juices seeping out of me in a flood of liquid passion. I looked up at Trevor and saw the excitement in his eyes. For a moment, as I looked up lovingly at him, I could see his pupils dilate in the glimmer of the flickering lamp light. But my attention was soon stolen by Delores as she pushed out her tongue and lapped attentively.
She was careful not to touch my clitoris, winding her tongue around my vagina and touching everywhere but the precious bundle of electric nerves. I writhed below her feeling a tidal wave of heat surge through me.
“Oh, God!”
“That’s it, honey,” she said. “Relax and enjoy it.”
Her lips were like gossamer as they embraced my sex. They were like pure bliss as they sucked and kissed. Soon, she licking softly at my clitoris, making darting movements before running the full length of her tongue over me. Then she was sucking hard, devouring me, groaning as my wetness ran down over her chin. All the while Trevor was watching, his untouched erection tenting the fabric of his pants. I climaxed hard as his eyes bore into mine, shuddered violently as my pussy contracted inside her mouth. Then I collapsed back on the bed, struggling to breathe as I dabbed at the sweat on my forehead.
Delores pulled away and grinned. Reaching around to her back, she pulled at the zip of her dress. It collapsed around her ankles in a pool of shimmering gold. Then she pulled off her underwear, her body as perfect as a mannequin’s as she proudly revealed it to me.
“Ok, honey. It’s your turn now.”
Chapter Ten
I lay on my stomach with her pussy an inch from my mouth. Trevor had finally removed himself from the confines of the shadows and was now standing behind me, his hand lovingly placed on my lower back. I wondered what he was doing back there. Was he just watching? Or was he going to join in?
Meanwhile, the smell of a woman was so new to me. I breathed it in and savored the smell. Delores moved her legs further apart and let out a sigh as she touched my face gingerly. Stroking my head, she wrapped a strand of hair around her finger and tugged it gently. I moved a little closer to her and hesitated for a second. Was I really going to taste a woman for the first time? It was all so new and liberating, so exciting but intimidating. Once my lips touched hers there would be no going back but the wetness that refused to dissipate between my legs told me what I needed to do. I leaned down and kissed her softly. She let out a whimper, a short cry as she pulled even harder at my hair. I loved hearing her, adored the power I possessed over her sex.
I kissed harder and she quivered a little. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I returned the favor of giving her the gift of ecstasy. I moved in even closer and licked her hard, tasting her sweetness as I moved. She cried out and gripped at the back of my head. I licked even harder, grinding my tongue into her, then I sucked hard, pulling at her pussy lips as I flicked my tongue over her clitoris.
"Fuck!" she screamed.
Behind me, I could sense Trevor was moving. I heard the sound of his zipper and felt his hands on my bottom as he stroked me. I wanted to know what he was doing but I couldn't bear to stop sucking on Delores. I felt something touch me from behind. I knew what it was, recognized the hardness as it pushed into me. Trevor was penetrating me, fucking me from behind as he kept his eyes on the women in front of him. He groaned as he entered me, his voice becoming louder as he thrust.
I was in the middle of these people, the center of their world. I had never felt so loved or adored, never experienced such power or devotion. I sucked and fucked with the people at either end of me reaching a frenzy of euphoria. Delores screamed, her fingernails digging into my scalp.
"That's it, honey," her voice rasped.
I sucked on her one last time and she convulsed beneath me, her entire body vibrating. Behind me, I could feel Trevor's thighs clench tight and soon he too was coming, his cock pulsing in and out of me like a jackhammer. The three of us climaxed in unison, our bodies collapsing onto one another as we came.
Then we were exhausted, falling onto the bed as we caught our breath. Delores' hands were over her eyes, shielding herself from the sober thought that it had all come to an end. She was gasping, her thighs still twitching as I stroked them. Meanwhile, Trevor lay on my back, his lips kissing the sweat from my skin. I pulled away from both of them and took a deep breath. Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I saw my face was a deep crimson. I patted my cheeks and for the most fleeting of moments, I wondered who the girl in the mirror was.
She certainly wasn't the little, young Tammy I was used to. Looking back at the bed, I watched as Delores' sat up and pulled the tangles from her hair.
"I need a drink," she said. "Something strong. Who's joining me?"
"I am," I said.
"Me too," mumbled Trevor from beneath the covers.
She stood up wearing nothing but her heels and meandered over to the minibar with a tired though impossibly glamorous strut.
"Here.”
She handed me a scotch on the rocks.
"To new friends and to even newer experiences."
Chapter Eleven
Although the winter weather was raging outside, the room was intensely hot. A small fire was blazing in the hearth with its heat making me sleepy. I reclined in an armchair by the balcony door with a cigarette in between my fingers. I'd never much liked smoking before but now I appreciated the bitterness and the way the smoke infiltrated my lungs. Quit as soon as you get home, I thought to myself. Or you'll end up with a face like a leather handbag.
Delores was sat on the end of the bed with a thoughtful look on her face. The light from the fire was shining in her eyes. She looked as though she was a million miles away from here, her mind recounting memories from a bygone era. Trevor was in the shower in the ensuite. The sound of the water washing over me like white noise.
"How many of these parties have you been to?" I asked Delores.
She jumped, startled at hearing my voice then she looked over to me as though she didn't know I was there.
"So many I can hardly remember," she said.
"Are they always so weird?"
"They're usually weirder."
"I don't want to know any more," I said as I shook my head and stubbed out my cigarette.
She stood up and beckoned me over.
"Tammy, you are such a special girl. Make the most of your youth. One day you'll end up like me."
I looked her up and down.
"I think that sounds wonderful," I said.
"It's not," she replied.
We looked at each other for a moment before she pulled me to her and squeezed me tight.
"I have to go now," she said. "But I hope it won't be long until I see you again."
She kissed me softly and gave me a weak smile, then she walked away. I listened to the sound of her high heels as they clattered along the floorboards down the hall. Suddenly, the room seemed horribly empty with nothing but the trail of her perfume staying behind with me.
From inside the bathroom, I could still hear the water gushing from the shower. Pushing open the door, I saw Trevor beneath the stream of water with his back turned away from me. I tiptoed in, creeping up on him as I admired his strong and muscular back. As he lathered soap over his face and rinsed it away, I took the chance and pounced on him, climbing in the shower and wrapping my arms around him. I was expecting him to jump, was at least hoping he'd get a little bit of a fright but he didn't flinch.
"You're not very subtle," he said. "I could hear you."
"Aaw. I was hoping to surprise you."
He turned around and placed a hand on my breasts.
"You were so beautiful back there. I'd never seen anything sexier."
We kissed passionately, the hot water gliding over our bodies as we embraced. I noticed he was hard again and I tentatively held the tip of his penis in my hand. He pushed himself into me more and I ran my fingers up and down his huge length.
Then he picked me up. I squealed in shock but then eased into the feeling of being cradled in his arms. He pushed me into the wall, the cold tiles feeling like ice across my back. He thrust into me hard, his cock pounding into me over and over again. I wrapped my limbs around him, suffocated by the feeling that I could never have enough of him. And as I watched the steam rise throughout the bathroom, I listened to his voice as he cried out, his legs becoming taught as he ejaculated.
Chapter Twelve
“It’s a shame to say goodbye but I’ll no doubt see you again.”
Maxwell was standing on the stairs and waving sadly at me as I walked toward the car. The driver had returned for us, his crooked, disfigured face not looking any less threatening the second time round. He gave a slight bow as he opened the back door.
“You’re a strange boy, Maxwell! Don’t be a stranger.”
I waved back at him as I climbed in the car. Trevor was in a deep conversation with a group of older men who were huddled around the entrance. His arms were gesticulating wildly as he spoke, emphasizing every word that came out his mouth. I wondered what he was talking about. Discussing business and politics no doubt, a subject that would probably confuse or terrify me.
The driver sat in the front and gave a little, friendly toot of the horn. Trevor looked over and seeing me sat in the back, shook the hands of his friends and said goodbye.
“Sorry. I always get sucked into those guys’ conversations,” he said as he slid in beside me.
He pecked me on the cheek and slapped his hand on the driver’s shoulder.
“Hey, buddy. I think it’s time you took us back to the city.”
The driver nodded and adjusted his mirror.
“As you say, sir,” he said.
His voice wasn’t at all what I expected. I imagined him to sound as terrifying as he looked with a voice that could turn you to stone but he had a soft-spoken, English accent like he belonged in a romantic comedy. I smiled at his reflection, now seeing him in a new light. He gave me a faint smile back and twisted his keys in the ignition.
As we drove away I glanced up at the house, feeling as though I was saying farewell to an old friend. In one of the upstairs windows, a figure stepped into view.
“Delores,” I whispered.
If I wasn’t mistaken there were long streaks of mascara lining her face. She looked down at the car and raised her hand, her shoulders downturned and defeated.
“Trevor?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
He was busy looking out the other window, waving at his tweed wearing friends.
“Delores is crying,” I said.
“What?”
He turned and lowered his head to see.
“So she is.”
We both stared back at her from the back window as we turned into the driveway and sped away. She gave us a sad wave but before I could do anything we were too far away from the house for her to see me.
After a moment we were back on the main road and heading down the wide, leafy streets of The Hamptons with the house fading to a speck behind us. I closed my eyes and tried to remember every second spent in the house, tried to envision the faces of everyone I met and of all the people who watched me and Trevor fuck. It was all a blur, a crazy memory of endless drunken orgasms and new experiences, strange people and even stranger rituals.
When I opened my eyes, we were exiting the highway and slowing down as we reached a halt amidst a traffic jam in the center of the city. It was noisy back here with the sound of car horns blaring and people yelling as they jostled each other along the sidewalk. A car pulled out beside us with hip-hop blaring out the open windows. The sound of modern music seemed so strange to me after only a few days away from it. I was officially back to reality. Looking over at Trevor, I saw he was tapping wildly on his phone as he caught up with work emails. It wouldn’t be long until I had to do the same.
“Do you want to be dropped off at the tower or back at the Windermere?” the driver asked.
Trevor thought for a second, his fingers still moving as though of their own accord.
“Hmmm… Take me back to the office. I have a meeting at eleven.”
He turned to me.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
I shook my head.
“Urgh… I guess I’ll have to see Karen sooner or later.”
“I’ll text her and tell her you’re on your way,” he said. “That way she can wipe that scowl off her face before you arrive.”
We both laughed.
In a way, it
was nice to be back in town with all the people and the hustle and bustle of the business world. Our trip away may have only ended a couple hours ago but it felt as though it was months ago, the memory fading away to the part of the mind reserved for nostalgia. I wondered how long it would be until we could go back or when I’d see Delores again.
Soon, we were plummeting down into the darkness of the underground parking lot with the overhead lights flickering over us. My heart sank. I didn’t want to go back to the office and see all the boring people with their gray suits and even grayer faces.
“Looks like the fun has finally ended,” Trevor huffed as he pushed his phone in his jacket pocket.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Time to get back to the office.”
He squeezed my hand and kissed me.
“It’s goodbye for now,” he said.
Climbing out the car, he gave me a cheerful wave and walked away. I felt my heart sink as I stayed in my seat.
“Are you not going too?” the driver asked.
“Actually, no. I’ve changed my mind. Would you mind driving me to the Windermere?”
“It would be my pleasure,” he said.
~
Pulling up outside, I didn’t know what to do.
“Do I tip you or….”
He gave a hearty chortle and turned around in his seat.
“Don’t you worry about such a thing. Go on and have a good day.”
I smiled and stepped out into the street. The world around me seemed alive and fresh, so far away from the mansion in the forest where everything was musty and old. The Windermere loomed down over me with its pristine, white exterior like a beacon of modern living.
The concierge raised his eyebrows as he watched me enter. Then he jumped up and ran to the elevator to open the door for me.
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