This could go on all night, me lying here listening to the two sides of my conscience debate the moral rights and wrongs of me getting some extra-curricular naughtiness, so maybe I need to take the matter out of my own hands, though that’s probably the wrong term to use. He is lying naked on his side, the covers half on him, and now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness it is quite a view.
Very gently, I touch the tips of my fingers to his side. He is warm to the touch but he doesn’t stir. His breathing remains regular so I let my fingers start to wander down onto his buttock, onto his biceps, then down onto his chest. It is like a piece of finely carved stone. I marvel at every ridge of muscle, but now I’m bored and horny to boot which is a bad combination. So I take a peek. I move the duvet gently off the Heavenly Baker and marvel at the sleeping beast – a look-but-don’t-touch-policy, you understand. Sure, like that’s really going to happen. I’m in a hotel room with a total sex god and I’m awake. The gods may be smiling on me now but it’s not going to last so I do what any self-respecting girl would do in my position. I fill my boots.
Leaning over the sleeping sex god, I stroke his balls, cupping them in my hand and magically, like I’m the proverbial snake charmer, the beast comes alive to my magical touch. Now I really do have a dilemma because I’m sure laws are being broken right about now, but he’s here and he’s gorgeous and it’s so difficult to leave him alone.
I give one final stroke, marvelling at the feeling of him throbbing in my hand, before I release him.
‘It’s no good stopping,’ whispers a husky voice in the night. ‘Not now you’ve got me all revved up.’
‘I thought you were asleep,’ I murmur and the tone of his voice is telling me that my instincts are spot on.
‘I’m not now,’ says Matt.
‘I should have let you sleep, I know that. But I was awake and horny and you’re here and, let’s face it, you’re not going to be here for ever, so why pass up a perfect opportunity …’
‘To get some,’ he finishes.
‘That’s my point,’ I say by way of agreement and it must be fate. Clearly, we think alike.
‘Well, don’t let me stop you,’ he murmurs and suddenly it’s game on once more. Who needs sleep anyway? I believe it’s overrated.
‘Now, where was I?’ I whisper and in the darkness he can’t see the ridiculous grin plastered all over my face. Lightning doesn’t strike twice so how do I explain this whole weekend?
His cock is warm to the touch. It throbs in my palm as I enclose my fingers around it and start to massage it.
‘How do you like this?’ I ask.
‘You have magic hands,’ replies Matt, his voice totally relaxed.
‘If you think my hands are good then you just wait and see …’
‘Now I’m intrigued,’ he murmurs.
‘No,’ I reply, giving him a sneaky tug. ‘You’re not intrigued, you’re horny as hell.’
‘Yes, I am, and by the time I’m finished with you, you’re not going to be able to sit down for a week.’
‘Promises, promises,’ I whisper, starting to build a rhythm with his cock in my hand.
He tastes sweet, like candy. I’m not a big fan of rock per se, but this stick I could get seriously used to sucking on. He sighs softly and I feel his whole body tense up as the dam prepares to break. I could slow it down and delay the moment. I could stop completely and let the moment pass. I could ease back and then straddle the beast for my own selfish pleasure. Yes, so many possibilities, but all these alternatives require more self-discipline than I currently possess. The Devil smiles on me and I grin back with a mouthful of cock. I suck hard. He is powerless to resist my mischievous tongue and my porn star lips. I sense the surge, feel the explosion against the back of my throat and hear my man sigh blissfully as the urges drain away. I swallow him down but his taste lingers in my mouth. Releasing him, I kiss the tip of his cock before slinking away like a ghost in the night to refuel my parched throat.
There is a girl looking back at me from the semi-darkness of the en suite hotel bathroom. She watches me reach for my toothbrush and apply toothpaste. She says nothing but she knows every thought running through my head and every dream I have ever had.
‘Careful,’ she whispers. ‘I know you and I know how this ends.’
‘I know what I’m doing,’ I reply.
‘You think you do, but these are strange days,’ warns the reflection in the mirror. ‘This is not your playground and these are not your rules. You know he is a player but you’ve rushed in with little thought for your own safety.’
‘He’s a good man.’
‘You can’t know that for sure. You hope and you pray he is, but you can’t know for sure. Television is a conduit for lies. You’re just a weekend plaything.’
‘No, that’s not true. You don’t know anything.’
‘What do you know for sure?’ she asks. ‘You have given yourself freely to him. You can expect nothing in return if you trade yourself so cheaply.’
‘Can’t a girl be allowed to have a little fun?’
‘She can so long as she is prepared to accept it for what it is; a little fun and nothing more, but I know you. I know your hopes and dreams and I see this expectation already starting to take root. You must expect nothing from him otherwise he will disappoint you.’
‘You don’t know that.’
‘So it has started already,’ the girl in the mirror says. ‘You are a foolish girl. What do you know of love and sex?’
‘Shut up!’ I warn.
‘You know talking to yourself could be considered the first sign of madness.’
His voice resonates through the en suite door, but there is no malice, only amusement.
‘My reflection is stubbornly refusing to concede that I am the winner of this particular argument.’
‘OK,’ whispers Matt. ‘I’m leaving now.’
‘You’re funny,’ I reply and await his next jibe.
Nothing is uttered. My heart rate quickens. I listen intently. The hotel door opens and I hear a resounding thud as it closes. He wouldn’t really do that. He can’t have left. I don’t want to look at my reflection. She isn’t smiling back at me. My world is unravelling. I switch on my electric toothbrush. The whirring sound drowns out the calamitous noise in my head. You idiot! it screams.
Eventually, I can put off the evil moment no longer. I check my appearance one last time in the mirror, steadfastly ignoring my reflection, and reach for the handle to the bathroom door. If he is gone then so be it. It’s been good while it’s lasted, brief as that may be. I take a breath and then another for good luck, turn the handle, and step out into the wilderness.
‘You’re rubbish at playing games,’ a familiar voice remarks.
The tension evaporates from my body as I seek him out. Naked as the day he was born, he leans against the couch with his arms folded, seemingly awaiting my return from the bathroom.
‘Am I?’ I ask.
‘You were supposed to come rushing out at the sound of the door closing.’
‘You wanted me to believe that you’d abandoned me in the middle of the night?’
‘Yes,’ Matt says. ‘Though when you say it like that it makes me sound …’
‘Cold,’ I suggest.
‘Maybe.’
‘Are you a cold and callous person?’ I cross my arms and face him across the hotel suite.
‘I try not to be,’ he says.
‘Are you planning on ditching me at the first sign of trouble?’
‘Absolutely. That’s what players do. It says so in my rule book.’
‘You have a rule book?’ I enquire.
‘It came with the membership fees I paid to be part of the club. This is what you’re expecting, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, though not the club part. That’s not really true, is it?’
‘No,’ he says shaking his head gently. ‘None of this is true. It’s all a figment of your imagination.’
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sp; ‘This is getting weirder by the second,’ I admit. ‘So the sex didn’t happen?’
‘Sure the sex happened. Don’t you remember, or was it really not that memorable for you after all? Because if it wasn’t, then you had me fooled.’
I screw my eyes up and give him a look.
‘How much of my conversation in the bathroom did you overhear?’
‘Only a little.’
‘You’re a bad liar.’
‘OK, a lot,’ he says, correcting his answer. ‘Look, I don’t know what this is, but it doesn’t feel like a one-night stand to me.’
‘Do you have a lot of experience in knowing how they feel, then?’
‘Not really, but I don’t think this is it. I just don’t want to scare you off.’
‘Scare me off.’ The words slip from my mouth without thought or control. ‘I thought you were the one who was leaving?’
‘I was only teasing,’ he tells me. ‘Why would I want to leave when I have such a delicious playmate waiting for me here in the room?’
‘You think I’m delicious?’
‘Every delicate inch of you,’ he confesses.
Now that is what I’m talking about.
‘Do you forgive me?’
‘There’s nothing to forgive.’
‘You caught me having a mad five minutes in the bathroom.’
‘That’s OK. If you can’t go a little mad in the privacy of your own bathroom, then where can you?’
‘That’s exactly right, and I’m pleased you see eye to eye with me on this.’
I can see he does because something is beginning to stir. The beast is coming alive all over again. Oh my goodness! I step closer and reach out a hand.
‘Sorry, gorgeous, that’s not for you,’ he whispers and kisses my cheek. ‘I really need to go.’ With that, he disappears into the bathroom.
I walk over to the door. I check that it is bolted. I feel wide awake now. I feel like taking no prisoners. All bets are off. Didn’t someone once write that the whole world is a stage and we are all players, or something like that? I feel like a player. I feel like a lowdown, dirty player. My reflection can take a hike. I know what I’m doing. I’m wild in the city having some fun. Open the windows because it’s getting hot in here. It’s time to blow off some steam, if you get my drift.
Chapter Eight
Hazy
The hot water is oh so soothing. I watch his eyes on me from across the ocean of this tub and feel calm, relaxed even. The world is sleeping but sleep is the furthest thought from my head. Matt is a sex god and I am greedy for his love. I feel so alive, every nerve-ending is buzzing. How can I consider sleeping at a time like this? I may never have another moment like this, so why waste it? Grasp hold of it and finally, at 36 years of age, I finally understand what all those bumper stickers mean. Live life to the full. Seize the day – well, I’m seizing it, sisters; that and something else. He’s out there somewhere and it’s been at least 30 minutes since I got some and I think I need some more. Definitely!
‘Tell me something.’ I’m doing my best crocodile impression with the water lapping at the side of the tub.
‘This is a first.’
‘You’re lying!’
‘I’m not,’ protests the Heavenly Baker. ‘I’ve never shared a tub with a gorgeous girl …’
‘You’re such a liar!’
He holds up a finger and frowns at me. ‘Let me finish,’ he says gently.
‘OK.’
‘Rude girl,’ he murmurs.
‘Sorry.’
‘I’ve never shared the tub with a beautiful girl at one in the morning.’
‘Wait a minute!’ I protest. ‘First you said I was gorgeous and now I’m merely beautiful. You need to get your facts straight, mister. Which one am I?’
‘You’re so needy,’ he replies.
‘I’m a woman. It comes with the territory. Get used to it.’ My reflection is glaring, but I can ignore with the best of them.
‘I guess I’ll have to,’ concedes Matt.
‘What was that?’ I ask, eyebrows heading for the heavens. ‘Did I just hear you suggest that this might be more than a one-night stand?’
‘You have such a bad opinion of me. I don’t, as a rule, sleep with women I’ve just met, even if they are gorgeous, and I’m really not a player.’
‘Being a player isn’t necessarily a bad thing,’ I point out.
‘Isn’t it?’
‘It generally means you know what you’re doing around women, which is a good thing, especially if we’re talking about what happens in the bedroom. It’s a problem, though, if a player remains a player even when in a relationship.’
‘Isn’t that a bit screwy?’ asks Matt. ‘A leopard rarely changes its spots.’
‘I didn’t make the rules,’ I say with a shrug.
‘You’re very cute.’
‘A minute ago I was beautiful.’
‘You’re so needy,’ Matt murmurs once more as he shakes his head softly.
‘You bet.’ I make waves as I relocate across the tub so I’m lying above his gorgeously toned body, our noses nearly touching.
‘Hello,’ says Matt.
‘Hello,’ I reply.
‘You’re still not sleepy, are you?’
‘Not one bit.’ In truth, I’m buzzing worse than the Duracell Bunny.
‘You have quite a body down there,’ I say.
‘Yours is pretty awesome too.’
‘Thanks, but I am slightly concerned.’
‘What now?’ he replies, raising his eyes to the ceiling.
‘You’re not secretly gay, are you?’
‘Yes, that’s it. You’ve discovered my secret. I’ve been hiding it all this time behind mindless sex with gorgeous women.’
I tweak his nipple.
‘Ow!’ complains Matt. ‘What’s that for?’
‘You’d better not be having mindless sex with gorgeous women any more.’
‘I apologise. The sex with you was anything but mindless.’
‘That’s better. I accept your apology.’
‘But you did call me gay.’
‘I did. It’s just that you have this heavenly body and yet you’re around cake all day, so how is that possible?’
‘I could ask you the same question.’ He could.
‘Amazingly, I possess incredible self-discipline.’
‘Clearly,’ he notes drily.’
‘Clearly you are my Kryptonite.’
‘Good movie reference,’ says Matt.
‘You like that?’ I ask.
‘I do,’ he replies and steals a kiss.
In the water, with my body resting against his, I feel the first stirrings of interest but it’s not exactly comfortable in this position in the tub. I might have to do something about that. I kiss those gorgeous lips of his, a long, lazy Sunday afternoon kiss even though it is a little after one in the morning, and feel the response rush through his body. There will be no sleeping anytime soon.
We trade kisses like currency and there’s about to be a run on the banks. Long and lazy start to heat up as our passion infuses the water and soon enough it is bubbling.
Another sizzling kiss, which requires a positively superhuman effort to break free from, but somehow I manage the task. ‘Wait!’
‘What now?’ He feigns annoyance.
‘This is really uncomfortable.’
‘Kissing me?’ he asks.
‘No, silly. This position isn’t working for me.’
‘If you will insist on getting fresh in the tub …’ notes Matt.
‘You started it,’ I complain.
‘How did I start it?’
‘What am I supposed to do when you lie there with a body like that?’
‘So, I’m to assume by that sexist remark you only want me for my body?’ he asks.
‘Absolutely. It’s no good.’ My arms are killing me. ‘If you intend ravishing me further you’ll have to do it from the comfort of that Cad
illac-size bed in the bedroom.’ I try to stand but misjudge everything and wind up standing on Matt’s leg. He cringes as I slip and tumble, falling back onto him, creating a tsunami effect in the process. There is water everywhere. Matt wipes his eyes but doesn’t say a word. I twist my neck to look at him. ‘I hurt you, didn’t I?’
‘Only a little.’ He is grace personified. ‘It’s lucky you’re such a delicate rose.’
‘I’m really sorry, Matt,’ I whisper, and seek out his mouth. Lying against him, I can feel the heat of his body through the water and the hardness of his cock pressing against my buttocks. ‘Seems like I’ve got someone’s attention.’
‘Yes you have,’ he murmurs back. ‘A little pain, a little pleasure; I can deal with that.’
‘You’d better be able to because I’m all in.’
‘I’m working on it. But you may need to move a little.’
‘Are you serious?’ I ask. ‘You want to go for it in here?’
‘I don’t see a problem?’
‘What about that gorgeous bed that’s just out there waiting for us?’
‘OK.’ Matt shifts my buttocks gently in the water so that the head of his cock nestles against the lips of my pussy.
‘You’re a bad boy.’
‘Yes, ma’am!’ he replies, easing my buttocks back against him, forcing his cock to break through the barrier of my lips and …
‘Ow!’
‘What’s the matter?’
‘The water’s not doing it for me.’
‘OK.’ He starts to move but I press back, easing him back inside me.
‘Not so hasty, muchacho!’
‘Did you just call me …?’
‘Yes, I did,’ I say, reaching down with my hand and splaying my fingers, searching for the chain to the plug. Snagging it, I pull it free.
‘Nice,’ mutters Matt.
‘I’m not just a pretty face.’
‘No, you’re a lot more than that,’ he agrees. I feel his wandering fingers reach around and rest upon my crotch and I have a fairly good idea about where this is heading. I turn my head as the water starts to drain away and seek out his lips as his fingers start to go to work. It is all I can do to raise myself up on him, feel him start to slip away between my thighs, and then, just when I feel I am about to lose him, he intercedes, his left arm coming across me and resting on my stomach, holding me there as his fingers continue to work me, massage me, seduce me with their hypnotic touch until my head is cloudy and the need for sex and release is stronger than all others. I find myself sliding down his long, throbbing cock until there is nowhere left for me to travel and he is as deep into me as he can go. His lips find my shoulder as he starts to work me harder, his fingers beating out a rhythm on my clit that is all bass and sends me spiralling up on a stairway to heaven. His cock moving inside me means that all resistance is futile.
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