Chapter 7
There was a look of suspicion on the receptionist's face as she checked them in, but only asked for one piece of identification and a credit card before handing over the key apologising that the room did not have a good view. The suspicion might have had something to do with the fact that their only luggage was a carrier bag containing the rest of Justine's new clothes that she had still not shown Dan as there was something special she was keeping for their last night together.
The lack of a view was made moot as Dan immediately closed the curtains of their ground floor room saying:
"Given what I'm going to do with you for the next 12 hours I have no intention providing free porno for the local population." to which Justine concurred by putting both her arms around his neck and pulling her mouth to his and breathing sexily:
"I'll hold you to that, lover."
The idea of showering together was abandoned at the sight of the tiny cubicle and the fact that they might never make it to the bed if past form was anything to go by. Justine said that Dan could shower first and gave him something to remember her by kneeling before him and capturing his cock in both hands as he sat on the bed to take his shoes off. She looked up at him with wide eyes and gently stroked from tip to base watching his reaction and then lowered her head and took him deeper than she had ever done before choking on his long, thick cock. Dan lifted her head and bent to kiss her on the nose saying:
"You don't have to keep invoking rule 3 to prove you love me," and hurried in to the shower before she could distract him any further.
On his return he found her leaning with one hand on the bed reading a magazine as she idly took her thong off from under her sun-dress. Still leaning forward and reading she pulled her sundress up while she scratched the top of her thigh in a gesture similar to that she had made when they were loading the van at the campsite. This time, he did not hesitate and dropped to the floor behind and gently pushed her into a kneeling position on the bed. He flipped the hem of her sundress onto her back and clasped her buttocks which each hand with his thumbs pulling them apart so he could see her tiny, perfect, rosebud. He pulled her firm arse back towards his mouth and ran his tongue down the valley of her buttocks in a long swipe which took him from anus to vagina. She arched her back and raised her head.
"Ooh you fucker, you noticed this time," she groaned as his tongue went lower to circle her erect clit and then around her pussy opening.
"I noticed before, you tease, but I was being good, remember," he grinned as he reversed the tongue swipe back over her perineum and hovered over her arsehole with the tip of his tongue just rimming her tiny rosebud and his breath blowing gently into the centre of her brown pucker. She was trembling with lust and lowered her head and torso to the bed leaving her gorgeous arse tilted up and defenceless but slid one of her hands back and started to furiously rub her clit.
"Ohhh, Dan, please don't tease me now, I want you to tongue fuck my arse so badly because I will come if you do."
He lunged forward and his tongue found no resistance from her sphincter and squirmed straight in. Her hand stopped on her clit as her whole body froze and she cried out her orgasm.
"Dannnnn, I love your tongue in my arse, I'm coming on your tongue," and then her whole body convulsed and she re-started rubbing her clit and thrusting her arse back savagely into Dan's face and he thought she would break his nose.
Eventually, as her orgasm waned, he continued to gently rim and penetrate her arsehole and she started to slow down, shuddering occasionally from an after-shock and her body seemed to melt into the bed. He lifted his head away and looked at the wonderful sight of her open pussy seeping copious amount of juice and her delightful tiny pucker. He gave it one last kiss.
"Oh you lovely sexy man, how many other ways will you make me come," she murmured in post-orgasmic bliss.
After a few minutes he roused her saying that she should get showered so they could grab a bite to eat to keep their strength up for the night ahead, winking lasciviously.
She took her carrier bag into the bathroom and he waited expectantly wondering what the surprise was. 15 minutes later and the door opened slightly.
"Close your eyes please," she said with a slight amount of trepidation in her voice, so he did and heard the door open fully.
"You can open them now."
There she stood with a look of uncertainty in her eyes in a black mini-dress that looked like it had been sprayed on to her stunning figure. Her beautiful face was flawless and her lustrous auburn hair was brushed to one side so that part of her face was obscured like a 1940's film star. The dress was essentially an extended boob-tube which just about covered her arse and he could see her firm tits and hard nipples straining against the spandex top. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra and he could see no visible sign of any other undergarment.
"You look so fucking hot I think we should cancel the meal and I'll start eating you right now."
She grinned.
"That is exactly the reaction I wanted from you. I did think about getting something all virginal but figured by this time I wouldn't be, so it would have been a lie. As it turns out I still am, technically, but not for much longer so I thought I would dress like a slut, your slut, your `I am yours forever slut', your `pussy so wet just thinking about your wonderful cock' slut and here I am."
He laughed.
"I see you have at least worked out the definition of what a slut looks then, because every woman that sees you dressed like that will definitely think you are one and every man will wish to be me! I am so glad I am `me' because you are the most gorgeous sexy creature that I have ever seen."
He stood and went over to her, adjusting his cock in his trousers and stood in front of her, placed his hands against her cheeks and drew her face up to meet his slow, open mouthed, sensuous kiss. She responded by putting both arms round the back of his head and pulling him harder to her and ground her body against his feeling his erect cock against her belly.
They relinquished the kiss and stood with their foreheads touching, whilst their breathing returned to normal. He lifted her chin and looked into her deep green eyes.
"I am already past the `I love you' stage and into territory so alien that I may never make it back."
"Well I'm with you in that alien world, but I think it's territory we should explore together for as long as our oxygen lasts, don't you?"
He nodded and lowered his head to kiss her again. They eventually broke apart and he took her hand and they walked to the restaurant. The impact of her figure hugging dress was somewhat muted as the restaurant was practically empty apart from two businessmen at a table, busy with notes and laptops. They may not have noticed her entry but their jaws hit the floor as Justine walked into their eye line and their heads swivelled to follow her across the room.
Dan was proud.
"See, I told you they would all want to be me."
"Lover, they never even noticed I was with anyone, all they saw was firm teenage arse, long legs and pert tits, ooh and suckable nipples," she grinned back.
"Yes, I can see your points." They both giggled at his silly joke and Justine reached across the table and took his hand and just held it, looking lovingly into his eyes.
"Thank you!"
"What for? Rule 5 says that registered lovers never say sorry and never say thank you to each other."
"Well, I'm using the escape clause entitled "except in the case of extreme happiness." Just ...`thank you' for us, for the most wonderful 2 days of my life, well, not the hangover yesterday, but just `thank you', you wonderful, caring, big-cocked man who looked after me when I was in trouble and helped me get home, and made such wonderful love to me."
Dan was about to say "are you sure you are only 18?" when the waiter appeared to offer menus and wine lists. It was the receptionist doubling up her duties and the suspicious look of earlier was ratcheted up several notches when she saw Justine's dress. When she had gone, Dan leaned forward and said:
"I think she has you pegged as a working girl."
"A working girl?" queried Justine, naively, and then the penny dropped and she giggled.
"I hadn't wanted the `hooker look'. I've must have gone too far!"
The meal came and went and neither of them would ever remember what they ate and drank as the alien territory consisted simply of the bubble of happiness which surrounded them. The conversation continued in the same relaxed vein that had become a feature of their relationship through the long drive, although it was slightly harder going when they started to talk about favourite movies and Dan's love of Bruce Springsteen's music.
Dan still hadn't got the full story on the shower peeking episode so asked her to complete the tale.