It was very difficult to struggle out of bed early the next morning. Not just because I was suffering from the effects of our sexual athletics the night before, but Kate was doing her best to tempt me into a “quickie”. In the end I wriggled out of her clasp and, after planting a lascivious kiss on her lusciously fragrant pussy lips with the promise an extended performance that evening, I took a quick shower and headed off to work. I paused briefly in the hotel coffee shop for a croissant and a shot of caffeine and detected that I was the centre of considerable covert attention. Obviously, Kate’s terrorisation of Jeffrey and Nigel last evening was “front page news” among the day shift staff. Or, maybe, somebody had spotted us on the balcony? I was sorely tempted to shout, “Thirteen!” as I headed out of the door.
When I arrived at the IT Centre I found my liaison manager fretting over some output anomalies that had appeared out of the blue. After an hour we tracked the problem down to some unauthorised and inadvertent changes made to fixed constants data by an internal someone that had cracked their security and had a poke around in the new routines. I breathed a private sigh of relief that the fault was not caused by my work. Database security was their problem.
The rest of the day was “full-on” with training and, before I knew it, it was nearly 6.00pm. I called Kate on the mobile to tell her that I wouldn’t be back at the hotel until after seven. “That’s okay.” She sounded really bright and bubbly. “Stavros and I still have plenty to do.”
“Stavros?”
“Yes, Stavros, my taxi driver. See you!” And she cut the call off.
I knew Kate was only winding me up - or at least, I hoped she was – but I felt the “little green monster” touch me lightly. Stavros, if he was who I thought he was, was out of the Greek God mould – and a good fifteen years younger than me. But, there was no way I could finish my work for at least another half-hour. And I would have to be back at the Centre the next day, until midday at a minimum.
Kate was freshly showered and positively glowing when I reached our room. After giving me a reassuringly loving greeting, she hurried me into the shower, telling me to be quick because she was starving. Insidious doubts crawled into my mind again like poisonous worms – Kate’s immediate need following multiple orgasms, I had learned, was lots of food.
She insisted that we go out to eat that night, she felt like something exotic. After some searching, we ended up in a small back street Vietnamese restaurant. We were tempted to try that one because it was very busy and all the other clientele were Oriental – two very good signs. The owners made a big fuss of us, we suspected that they didn’t have too many white Australians as customers, and, since they had very meagre English, half the restaurant was soon involved in explaining dishes to us and recommending things to try. We had a great time, great people and great food, and our total bill, including wine, was less than we paid for our entrees at the hotel the night before.
I wanted to stroll the city centre for a while when we left The Mekong, but Kate was keen to get back to the hotel. “Thee and me are goin’ to have a heap of fun my foine young fellow!”
It shouldn’t have, but it slipped out: “I thought you’d be worn out after your day with Stavros.”
She pinched the skin at my waist fiercely, “It sounds like my lovely man is jealous! And I should be VERY angry that he doesn’t trust me!”
“Well, quote, Stavros and I still have lots to do, unquote.”
“It was true. In fact I was glad you were working later than planned, because we were behind schedule.”
“Behind schedule?”
“Yes, he had to take me right out in the suburbs… you’ll find out why when we get back “home”. But, I must confess I had a lot of trouble getting him to accept payment for all the tripping around we did. And I did give in, in the end, when he pressured me to join him for lunch. But I didn’t give in when he tried to get to go to a motel with him afterwards. And we became good mates when I admitted that you are my lover, not my father, and I told him that if I wasn’t so crazy-mad in love with you, and determined to live with you forever, I would most likely have gone to bed with him. I wouldn’t have done really, but saying it massaged his ego a bit.”
“And he didn’t crash the taxi?”
“No. But, and you mustn’t be jealous, he did give me a gift – a little silver Orthodox crucifix that he kept as a good luck charm in his cab. And he said that he hoped that God would smile on us both.”
“Sorry Stavros!” I called to the night sky.
“You should be apologising to me, you untrusting beast! In fact I’m now in two minds about sleeping with you tonight!”
“Oh! Woe! Woe!” I wailed, wringing my hands. “Not only have I shot myself in the foot, I’ve blown the bloody thing right off! If I kiss My Lady’s toes will she forgive me?”
“What here?”
“Where else?”
“You wouldn’t!”
