Sister Sister Episode 5 7

Sister Sister - E 5/7

Julia's life in a day

Paul was waiting for her in reception. Dressed in chinos, desert boots and khaki shirt, he looked like an explorer. She has a similar get up of cream jeans and a long-sleeved top. Julia had second thoughts about this adventure, but his smile dispelled all her misgivings. Would she ever be able to walk away from that smile?

"Do you always look this good on four hours' sleep?" he said as he hugged and kissed her. Julia looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were shining, her skin was bright, and her hair was behaving itself this morning. He was a witch doctor.

The coach made good time, and it got them to Algeciras for the 8.30 am ferry, and by 10 am they disembarked at Tangier Station as the town was coming to life. As they enjoyed coffee and croissants at the Cafe de Paris, Julia looked at her watch. It hit her she had known Paul for just 24 hours. Her life was turned upside down in one day. He noticed a shadow pass over her face.

"I've only known you for one day Paul, and it's been wonderful, but I don't know what this means for tomorrow, for our lives on another continent. You've been looking to leave a life that is not making you happy, you've made that decision, it's a case of when. It's not the same for me. I wish I was happier, but I am not unhappy with Martin. I'm not looking to leave."

"Julia, I don't know how long it takes to fall in love with someone. I don't know if you can be in love with two people, but I know I am in love with you. You promised me a day Julia, and all I am asking is that you keep your promise."

He was not forcing her to choose; to make an impossible decision. What had she done to deserve his love? She would give him his day. All her days until it was time to leave. She hugged him and burst into tears. Paul kissed her face and kissed away the tears and held her close to him until they both stopped trembling.

The rest of the day was magical. They toured the sights of Tangiers. Outside the Grand Mosque, Paul bought Julia a scarf from a street hawker to cover her head before they entered. Julia tried on lots of different colours. "Your wife, look beautiful in that one, no?" said the hawker, bidding up the price.

Paul grinned. "I don't know, she's not here." The hawker laughed and increased the discount on his inflated price.

On the train back to the ferry, Julia fell asleep in Paul's arms. She woke to find him dozing and studied his honest face. His defined jaw covered with day old stubble, gave him a dangerous look. He had the beginnings of laughter lines in the corners of his eyes. She ran her hand through his thick brown hair as he stirred, opening his eyes half dreamily. He deserved a woman who could return all the love he could give. Who would give him a family and a home filled with more than just expensive furniture and designer gadgets. Julia was sad that woman could not be her, but she would give him all she could while they were together.

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They were starving when they got back to the hotel and went straight to the dining room. "I've had a wonderful time, Paul."

"Then why does this seem like the last supper, Julia?" he could not hide the sadness in his voice.

"The day is not over yet and there are a few more days and nights before I have to leave." She took his hand, so he understood her meaning.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Julia?"

"Paul. Here and now it feels right. Let's not worry how it will feel at another time."

"I want you now, Julia. I wanted you from the moment I first saw you. I dream about you."

Julia looked away, embarrassed at the strength of his passion and the fires it had lit in her chest and deep in the pit of her stomach. Her phone beeped. It was a text from Justine.

"Looks like you've got the place to yourself again this evening, sis. Going to a party on a boat with Adam. Will stay at his place tonight. You'll just have to entertain yourself. Ha, Ha. Speak tomorrow. Love Julia x,"

Paul checked his phone as well and smiled

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Gone to Seville for Barca match. You'll have to entertain yourself. Not that you'll have a hard job! Andy.

They showed each other their screens.

"Looks like we've been abandoned," said Paul with a grin.

"Come on, we're leaving." Julia grabbed his hand and led the way towards her room, moving quickly before courage deserted her.

They got into the lift, Julia's heart beating in her ears. An elderly couple called for them to hold it, but Paul said it was an emergency. He pressed and held the button and before the doors closed properly; he had Julia up against the corner, her face and neck assaulted by his frantic kisses. Her hands went to his backside and his under her tee shirt, flicking the bra strap open and caressing her bare shoulder blades.

She had never wanted to make love more urgently than she did at that moment. She clenched the cheeks of his arse as if he could thrust into her through the layers of inconvenient clothing. His hardness was rubbing against her mound and she opened her legs, feeling like a cheap whore but aching with anticipation. She knew she was wet and dreaded a telltale patch on the crotch of her jeans.

They spilled out of the lift into the empty corridor, but Paul had her in his grasp. They bumped into the side of an enormous leather chair and she almost fell into it; knowing if she did, he would take her there and then and she would not care who saw.

"Our room is just there," she said, pointing down the corridor. She slipped out of his grasp and ran for the room. He caught her by the door and had to still her trembling hand to put the key card in. The room smelled of the body wash and scent she had used that morning. The essence of her world inflamed his senses. She had to push him back against the door to close it, but he had already pulled her tee shirt and loose bra over her head. Paul stood open-mouthed looking at her full shapely beasts and their brown tinged engorged nipples and let out an animal sound from deep from within his chest that both scared Julia and made her pants flood.

"You are so beautiful Julia, I wanted our first time to be lovemaking, but I can't control myself, I just have to fuck you."

He sounded so honest and desperate Julia felt faint with her need for him. His face went to her neck and then her breasts, teasing one then the other nipple with his tongue. He knelt, kissing her stomach, then his hands were on the front of her jeans, unpeeling her.

"Please, Paul. I need a shower. I am all hot and sticky from the travelling, and you've made me moist all day." She realised the error of her words, as they only aroused him more. She pushed him off and moved back and sat on the bed. As he stood before her, she undid his trousers and pulled them down. His hard cock strained against his black briefs and she reached his hips and pulled them to his knees. Paul's cock sprang up to meet her. The head was already out of the foreskin and glistened with juices. She put her hand around it, feeling its hardness and heat and thickness. Her thumb and forefinger barely made contact, and her pussy tremored at the prospect of accommodating him. Julia pulled it towards her mouth. He put his hand to her face. "Please Julia, I will not last if you do that and I am desperate to be in you."

She let go of him and shrugged herself back on the bed, removing her jeans and soaking pants. Paul got out of his clothes and crawled up the bed to meet her. He knelt between her knees and opened her legs, his eyes enjoying her swollen open lips protruding from trimmed brown hair. Julia followed his gaze, and drew breath as she noticed her clitoris, angry and distended. She felt both thrilled and ashamed at the obviousness of her desire.

Paul crouched on top of her like he was ready to pounce. His thighs forced hers apart and his hands went under her shoulders, bringing her face towards his, lips inches from hers. He looked into her eyes for what seemed ages and Julia thought she would die from the anticipation, then he pulled her face towards his, forcing his tongue into her open mouth at the same time he entered her powerfully. Julia cried out at the shock of accommodating his girth, but the scream died in his mouth as he continued the passionate kiss. When he entered her fully, his balls rubbed against her wetness. Paul rested whilst she stretched to accommodate him. She nodded she was okay and Paul picked up the pace. He slid in and out, coated in her juices, and Julia felt the waves of pleasure echoing from her sex to every extremity of her body. She felt it from the tips of her toes to the end of her hair.

Sweat was pouring down Paul's arms and the inside of Julia's thighs, where she gripped his waist. He knew he would not last long, but he was desperate for Julia to come with him. He varied his angle, so his penis rasped against her exposed clitoris and her thighs twitched. Paul leant back at a shallow angle so the head teased her G-spot and she raised her hips to make sure he kept contact. Julia thought she would pass out from any more stimulation and she begged him to finish her. "Paul, just fuck me, just come in me, please!" He put his arms behind her knees and sped up. Julia remembered this position from the episode on the sun bed at home a lifetime ago. She felt his cock twitching out of control and her spasms became one long wave of pleasure.

"Julia, my god, Julia, I'm coming!" Paul's hips shook as he emptied himself into her in angry, violent spurts. Julia came on the second one and then kept coming as he shuddered and juddered above her. Even when he collapsed on top of her, breaking his fall with his elbows on the bed, she still tremored with the aftershocks. Paul realised he could twitch his semi hard penis and make her come again, and he tormented her for another couple of minutes until the pain of her eyes rolling back in her head gave Julia the strength to push him off.

They lay panting in silence. The rattling ceiling fan competing with their noisy thoughts. She could not face him. She did not want to see an expression of conquest on his face, for that's how she felt, overrun by the power of his desire and her need for him. Tears welled in her eyes, and he let her cry for a few moments before turning her face to his. His was a joyous face, but it was also a humble one. He pulled her toward him, their noses almost touching.

"Thank you, Julia. I have never had so much passion for anyone in my life before and I may never have it again, but thank you for this wonderful experience." She was glad he was not celebrating his victory over her and that he had given as much as he had taken.

"Paul, you have given me so much joy and happiness in such a brief time. If I could push the pause button on life, this is the moment I would keep it on."

They spooned, the wetness of her groin against his and his playful hand fondling and caressing her breasts even as his mind fought for sleep.

They woke in the middle of the night, desires reawakened, and Julia dragged him into the shower before he was in her again. They washed each other in the tepid water, soapy hands probing each other's intimate places until they snapped and dragged each other back to the bed and threw down some towels to prevent their soaking bodies wetting the sheets. Paul used his teeth to tease her toes and then moved upwards, avoiding her open sex until finally plunging his tongue into her. He showed no mercy as he worked Julia to a frenzy, two fingers stimulating her G-spot while his tongue lashed her defenceless clitoris.

Julia held his face against her with both hands as she came, and when Paul inserted his finger into her bottom, she spasmed, sending a wet gush into his mouth. Julia had never experienced this before and thought she had peed by mistake, apologising when she slumped from his mouth. Paul silenced her apologies by kissing her on the lips and proving that it was not what she thought. Julia was shocked she could come so violently.

In the morning, Paul awoke to find Julia teasing the end of his erection with her tongue, which he thought was the greatest wake-up call he had ever had. He took little persuading to let her finish what she had started. Afterwards, Julia looked up, "God, I'm broken Paul. I ache all over."

"There you're at the right place. I will work you over thoroughly, professionally, he said, massaging her aching neck and shoulders. And when you're fit again, I will work you over in a thoroughly unprofessional manner. "

"Oh well, I suppose the doctor knows best," said Julia.

"No. I think I will change the order," said Paul, reaching for her hips as the life flooded back into him.

They stayed together for the rest of Julia's time. remaining time. Julia started the mornings with Justine, catching up on current affairs as Justine put it. Paul put time in with Alan and the guys, but they told him he was a lost cause and they did not want to see him after lunch. Paul and Julia spent afternoons and evenings making love in whichever room was free. They were always the last to turn up to dinner and the first to leave.

Too soon, their time was up, and reality beckoned.

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[Continued in episode 6 - Julia's home truths]