CHAPTER 6
The day after the excursion to Salzburg, nature provided a reason for Ben for not going out: It poured with rain.
At lunch in the dining-room, Erika and a girl-help were attending to the fifteen or so guests. He and Erika had briefly greeted each other but were now avoiding eye-contact. However, when Erika served him and the Danish couple he shared the table with, she stood close enough for Ben to feel her body's warmth. When the Danes looked away, her hand stroked gently over his shoulder. After a coffee and a pleasant conversation in English with the Danes, Ben went to his room.
He showered and shaved. In his dressing-gown, he settled down on his desk with his Ipad to check his mail and overseas-news. He did not have long to wait until Erika entered without knocking. She went up to him. Putting her arms over Ben's shoulders, she snuggled her face against his: -
"Sorry for just walking in. I didn't want to be caught knocking on your door."
Ben turned on his chair, pulled her on his lap, and into a soft, welcoming kiss. Erika smiled happily: -
"You knew I would come, didn't you? Now you'll have to be patient with me. I'm a working-girl. ... You smell so much nicer than me. May I use your shower?"
Struggling out of Ben's grip, Erika grabbed the little bag she had brought and skipped, naughty-girl-like, into the bathroom.
Ben was sitting on the bed when Erika emerged from the shower. Deliberately dramatic, she stepped out in prudish disguise with one towel draped around her hips, one over her shoulders, and slowly walked up to him. She stopped within reach. Smiling shyly and with a hint of a blush, Erika asked: -
"Choose! Which one should I drop first?"
Ben smiled up at her: -
"I think you know, Erika. What did you promise me?"
Standing very upright and gripping the covering over her breasts, Erika wriggled her hips. The hip towel slid to the ground, and Ben could look, just a handspan, away at Erika's enticingly enwrapped pussy. The black, soft net-like sheerness of the thong cupped her lovely mound into a shape where its fleshy lips were just slightly pressed open to show a suggestion of tempting pink.
Ben opened his arms and Erika, without a moment's hesitation stepped into them. His hands slid up her thighs to grip her buttocks. He did not pull Erika's towards him but bend forward to place the first kiss on her soft belly. When he sank his tongue into her navel, Erika shivered. Both of her hands reached for Ben's head, and the towel over her shoulders fell to the floor. Erika reacted quickly. She cradled Ben's face in her palms to bring his lips to her glorious tits.
Earlier, before the bathroom's mirror, the shamelessness of the bra, more than the thong, had taken her breath away. And now she offered Ben the ravishing sexiness she had seen in the mirror.
The firm apple-like roundness of her boobs was enticingly half-covered with a suggestion of a brassiere. Erika's breasts required no lifting support. The black-lacy shells under her boobs did no more than highlighting the dark-pink areolas and button-hard nipples. The tease of a garment left them sexily exposed. Ben could only utter a -- "God, you are beautiful, Erika", before she guided his lips to one of her so temptingly on offer nipples, and then to the other.
When she released her hold on his face, Ben stood-up. He wanted Erika on the bed. They were in unison, but Erika wanted to continue what they had started. As they stood, she undid the sash on Ben's gown.
It fell open, and Erika pressed herself full-length against his naked body. While they kissed, Erika freed Ben's arms out of his robe. When it dropped to the floor, she chuckled. She reached down for his rampant cock and murmured: -
"I love this! I, so sexily dressed and you all naked and ... quite excited already? What are we going to do about this next?"
Ben's answer was clear. In letting himself fall on the king-size bed, he took Erika with him.
Erika stretched out on the bed. Ben knelt next to her and began to kiss her without saying a word. First, on the mouth, gently, caressing her lips till they opened with a moan. When Erika responded with increasingly demanding vigour, his mouth left hers to kiss her neck and shoulders. And then, ever so slowly, his lips kissed a path down to Erika's lasciviously displayed tits. As he passed from one straining boob to the other, his teeth closed -- at first - gently over her nipples, with his tongue twirling them into hard-pointy arousal. By now Erika's hand was in his hair, guiding him and urging him to pleasure her harder and more.
Ben deliberately did not allow his hands to grope. When he began to move his kisses lower, her grip in his hair let him know how much she had wanted his mouth to stay on her tits. But as his lips and tongue moved lower on Erika's tensing stomach, her fingers began to stroke his hair. This changed into feverish clawing as Ben teased her by drawing his tongue along the edge of the pussy-covering thong.
Eventually, he could not resist. He passed his half-open lips, heavily breathing, over the part of Erika's sexy mound in which lay hidden her clit. She cried out, and her fingers clawed frantically in Ben's hair.
When Ben began to kiss a path down Erika's thigh, the tension for her was momentarily reduced. But then Ben raised her leg -- Erika could have resisted -- high on his shoulder. Shifting between her spreading legs, he began to lick and kiss his way up the velvety inside of one of Erika's opening thighs. In passing over to the other for a licking, kissing passage down, Ben drew his tongue, slowly and pressing down, over Erika's net-encased, fitfully throbbing pussy.
And Ben loved to hear Erika's first gasping moan.
On the second move of Ben's tongue up Erika's thigh, her hand again grabbed for his hair. Did she want to hold him back or pull him on? When his lips were over her pussy he paused for a split second, waiting for what her hand would let him know. And Erika's fingers clawed his head in momentary indecision before she pushed Ben's mouth hard against her sex.
This time it was not a short passing. Ben licked her slit with broad strokes until the pussy's lips, held captive under the black lacy net, slightly parted and showed some lusciously glistening pink. Carried away by her smell and moans, Ben put his open mouth over the fleshy mound as if to take a bite. Through the lacy net, he sucked her pussy's lips for the first sampling of Erika's taste. From far away, he heard Erika's shrill little cries of lust as her hand urged him to suck her harder.
Ben, eventually stopped laying siege to Erika's so enticingly protected pussy. He kissed his way up over Erika's belly and her perky, renewed attention-demanding tits to her now ravenously hungry mouth. It had not forgotten the lesson learned yesterday in the car! When they broke apart for a moment, both panting hard, Ben took on the challenge: -
"I'd love to kiss your pussy like that! But it's too hidden away now to be really kissed. "
