The Hotel Ch 03 2

After showering and finding another change of clothes, Sarah busied herself with writing the report. The Corporal was standing guard outside her room, obviously meant to deter her from wandering around, or even find Marta. These comrades looked after each other and Marta needed to be one. Of course, Sarah wanted to seek her out and try and talk to her, but she decided to get the report out to her editor and make another Sat Phone call pleading for more time in the region.

"If Kirov is still in the area, it's worth another week. Come on Maxie, he's the holy grail of news reporting. He's like the discovery of Saddam Hussian in a tunnel!" Sarah's impassioned pleas were not falling on deaf ears, but even though she wanted the story of 'Killer Kirov's' capture, she had another motive. She felt a gnawing desire for Adam Chenyy, an ache, something she hadn't felt for a long time.

"All right, one more week, then out." Maxwell insisted and Sarah reluctantly agreed to his terms.

By 9:30, Sarah was being escorted down the hallway and up the stairs to the Colonel's rooms, which he'd taken since his arrival. The ever-present handsome Corporal had knocked on her door and relayed Chernyy's request for her to join him. Dressed simply in a khaki shirt, combat trousers and a pair of beaten-up combat boots she followed him. Upon arrival, the sounds from inside the room were unmistakeably a heated argument and finally a sullen silence, Sarah expected some subordinate to be reprimanded by the Colonel. However, as the door had been opened, Sarah was surprised to find Marta. The air was tense, and she was allowed in. The Corporal stood guard outside.

"Come in Miss Harding, I wanted you to know that we cannot send you out on any more patrols especially if Kirov's men are operating this area. It is just too much of a risk. You'd be safer here, but as compensation for restricting your freedom, I will arrange for you to interview anyone you wish within the hotel or in the refuges encamped outside, as long as you have an armed escort.

Sarah smiled, and looked to Marta, "So we shall be together again!" But Marta shook her head,

"No, I have asked for other duties," She glanced back to the Colonel. Sarah was immediately suspicious.

"What do you mean?" She looked at the Colonel and he looked back at Marta,

Marta picked up her rifle and looked back at the Colonel, "I thank you, Colonel. I will be back soon."

With that Marta opened the door and left, as the door closed, the handsome Corporal went with her.

"Where is she going, or should I ask who she is going for?" Sarah looked accusingly at the Colonel, who sighed and shrugged his shoulders,

"I cannot stop here. If I tried, she would desert. If I can support her on this hunt for Kirov, I will risk all. I have a good section for her to lead. She has the Corporal and I've given her as enough logistical support as I can and she is under strict orders to find and observe. She has sworn not to attempt an assault or capture of Kirov." The Colonel looked straight at Sarah, with a boyish look of haplessness.

"Will she comply with your orders?" Sarah quizzed, her look doubtful.

"I made her swear on the souls of her mother and sisters, but I fear for her." His words felt dry like autumn leaves. Now, the soldier had been stripped away, now he was the lone man in command, a lonely individual tasked with finding and neutralising an enemy renowned for his cruelty, cleverness, and guile. Sarah looked at a man who feared he would be out of his depth and a man who feared to fail those he led and those her cared for.

"La Naina "Adam Chenyy swore and sighed once again—the man, not the Black Colonel.

For the first time, the man looked lost. The confident leader, the professional soldier and the hero of Loiska Bridge was now less the soldier and more a man, she walked round the table and he turned to meet her.

"You have done all you can, and Marta is a good soldier. Sarah felt her words, melt as she looked at the man without thinking, reached up to him and kissed him lightly. As her lips touched him, he turned fully and then embraced her, his arms wrapped around her tightly.

Sarah's breath caught as she pulled away, uncertain what he would do. Would he push her away, thinking of his wife and any betrayal of her memory? Would be hold her? As she wanted him to. Since the day of the street battle, Sarah looked at Adam Chenyy, the Black Colonel of his Knights. She too experienced life swept along with the romantic notions of heroism, but now the real Adam stood there, doubting himself and allowing Marta, the closest he might have to a friend or lover, to search for her daemon. Sarah knew that her return would be in doubt.

Adam felt her sweet breath on his cheek and pulled away, shamefaced and unsure. He is clumsy and hasty, Sarah could feel the indecision in his arms and then stood back.

"I'm sorry Adam, I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." Sarah felt like a thief stealing the kiss and she retreated out of the room, leaving him there.

In her hotel room, she cursed herself for her weakness and for putting Adam in such an awkward position. Despite the highly unprofessional conduct, she feared she had thrown more doubt into his mind. He had just given orders for Mart, a woman he saved from certain death eighteen months ago to go with a small section of his soldiers to locate and report on a hated and feared enemy with at least three times her number. The same man that had either been one of her rapists or allowed his men to abuse her and simply watched and would now be arming herself and her men to track the half brigade.

"You silly girl!" She scolded herself. Feeling out of sorts, she stripped off her clothes turned on the shower and thought about contacting Maxwell and getting herself away from this place.

"No, stick it out to the end, The story is worth it! Their story is worth a few more days," She sighed.

She felt her objectivity slipping away like mist, how could she do her job and report when she was now identified with one side of events? As the warm water cascaded down her body, her indecision was washed away and again, the woman inside Sarah Harding re-surfaced. With the soap caressing her body and the water now pleasingly hot, her left hand brushed across her erect nipples, and she playfully pulled at them, making her ache. Her clever, right hand slipped down and felt her trimmed pubic hairs, and her quivering pussy lips,

"Oh Adam, would you have filled me?" She sighed, her fingers finding her inner lips and her lubed fingers slipped into her waiting chasm. She jerked involuntarily, as her finger found her swollen nub, free from her clitoral hood, her swelling demanded her attention and within moments, she brushed her fingertip up and down her swelling and then in deftly pleasing circles. She was alarmingly aroused, and as she turned her back to the water stream, she pushed a second finger into her pulsing hole and began to fuck herself. The intensity was unimaginable. It had been a long time for her and with her eyes closed, the image of Adam Chenyy seeped into her fantasy.

End of Part One.

As the water cascaded down her back, and in her mind, saw him through the swirls of steam. Her hands still caressing her sex and her hand upon her breast. She looked at him, her arousal stepped up all too quickly. As she watched, him, her fantasy became one of denial. Should she turn round, the act would scare him off but as she continued to look at him, the motion of her fingers became more rapid and now fully erect, her clitoris, made her body shudder. The build-up was incredible, her eyes tight shut, allowing her fantasy to evolve fully. She shook and tingled. Her arousal suddenly skyrocketed.

"Oh my God! Oh oh." She spluttered, water dribbling into her mouth. She could feel her orgasm building to a crescendo.

Suddenly, she was rudely wrenched from her fantasy, as he became aware of a loud knocking on her door. She shook herself to full consciousness but glanced into the mirror and regarded her crimson cheeks. Wrapping herself in a large white hotel-issued towel, she rapidly unlocked the door opened it a crack and saw Adam Chenyy standing in her doorway. She opened it wider, and he looked up,

"I am sorry... I don't know...if I should be here but..." Adam's words were hesitant and boyish. Sarah reached out and took his hand, which leaned on the door frame,

"Come inside," she said.

With a heartbeat's moment, she held him close and kissed his unshaven face. His lips were tense but she worked her tongue into his mouth and gradually he relaxed and accepted her tongue. His embrace grew stronger now and as she draped her arms about his neck, the white towel loosened and fell to the floor. He could feel her wet skin.

"I interrupted your shower?" He pulled away, and she blushed.

"Then let's finish it." He pulled at his shirt, and she smiled widely.

"I'd like that." She stepped back and let him see her nakedness completely. She needed him to see her as a complete woman and then she turned and let him see her tight buttocks. As she went into the shower, once again and turned on the faucet, she kept her back to him and he stripped off his combat shirt and pants. In a few seconds, she heard him and as he entered the shower, she turned to look at him, she couldn't deny her curiosity any longer and was rewarded with his muscular torso and the first glance at him naked.

Sarah had to stifle a gasp, as Adam's penis was large, thick and stiff. Immediately, her hands wrapped around his shaft and as the water splashed against her back, she knelt to kiss the entire length of him. Adam braced himself against the wet walls of the shower, as Sarah marvelled at his arousal.

"Oh Adam, you are beautiful. I didn't think you would be this big." Sarah whispered as she then began to level his exposed glans into her mouth and then suck on the swollen flesh.

"I will be as gentle as I can be," Adam assured her but knew his length and girth had been a struggle for his wife, at first.

As Sarah worked his cock into her mouth, she grasped onto his hips, to steady herself. She wanted to show off her oral skills, and please him with her ability to take him down into her throat. A former lover had instructed her on taking his penis not only into her mouth but allow the glans to stretch out her throat, past her tonsils and gag on him. It was not easy, as Sarah had discovered. As he worked him deeper, she remembered her thoughts of how men, who have never fellated a penis were so demanding from their lovers to possess porn actress's skills when having sex.

However, Adam's manhood would be a different challenge as his girth was larger than any of her lovers, and she was out of practice. Surprisingly, Adam did not pull her head onto him, but had the gentleness and good sense to let Sarah dictate the pace of her fellating, and only when she gripped his taut buttocks with her hands, did he begin to push himself onto her mouth and use her throat like her pussy. Despite being highly erotic, the impracticalities of having sex in the shower became apparent. Sarah's knees began to slip, and Adam's thorough enjoyment of her mouth made his movements difficult. Eventually, good sense prevailed, as Adam pulled himself out of Sarah's mouth and stood her up. He pulled her mouth to him and kissed her long and deeply, tasting his own cock on her breath and then persuaded her to leave the shower, draping another towel around her and quickly turning off the faucet, and guiding her to the bed.

As Srah shivered slightly, Adam used her towel to dry her body and ruffled her short hair, to soak much of the dampness and then helped her onto her back. Once there, Adam gently but firmly pushed open her legs and began to kiss and lick her lower abdomen and her pudenda.

"Oh Adam, please I'm really sensitive!" She warned, praying that her lover would understand.

"I will be very careful, my little sirenă," Adam replied, "my little mermaid," he corrected his English. She could feel the smile on his lips as he began to kiss her outer labia and pull gently on them with his lips.

Then all hell broke loose!

End of Chapter Three.