Chapter 04
Speed boats and Champagne
"You like what you see?" she asked.
My cock was proving that I liked it by starting to thicken and rise. It was her turn to look at me.
"You're as big as a black man," she said, her smile growing with my cock.
I looked down to see my cock standing proud.
"Do I get a turn?" she asked, throwing the towel over the back of a chair and advancing on me.
"Are you all sex starved here?"
"I am," she said, taking my cock in hand. "It's been months."
She guided me to her bed. "Let's have a quickie before I go back to work."
She put an arm around my back and pulled me down with her, leaving me kneeling between her legs. She used my cock to heighten her excitement, rubbing it over her fanny till her juices flowed.
Her legs felt soft as my hands rested on them, her thick thatch of black curly hair contrasting with her olive skin and the pink pouty lips with their dark tips spread wide. She gave my cock an extra squeeze as she guided the head into her waiting hole, letting me push the final fraction to penetrate her.
The soft, silky feel of it sliding in with her tight walls sending ripples of pleasure down to my tingling root made me groan. When I was all the way in I leaned forward, hands planted by her sides, and began to rock my hips, her face contorting with pleasure.
Her breasts were rolling back and fore with my thrusts, the perspiration making us both slippery. She gripped my arms as her hips bucked, letting out an 'Ooo' and convulsing with the peak of her orgasm.
I pushed tight as she subsided, laying on her soft breasts as I let her recover, her tunnel still tight and twitchy. She clung to me as her breathing slowed.
"Oh, God, could we do that again?" she said, hugging me to her.
She released me and stretched out. "I feel wonderful."
I pushed up off my elbows, rearing back to finish me off.
"Oh, God, is that the time!" She turned to look up at me as I started to thrust.
The expression on her face turned from alarm to satisfaction and she arched her hips up to meet me. This time it was my turn to groan and shudder as within the minute I was cumming my load into her, my legs quivering and refusing to hold.
I sagged back down, her arms enveloping me as she hugged my back, letting the seconds tick as I recovered and my cock shrank back to plop out.
"I've got to love you and leave you. I'll be a minute in the shower then I'm gone," she said as she wiggled out from under me.
"Pull the door and it'll lock after you've found your music," she added with a knowing smile.
I lay on the bed and listened to the faint sounds of the shower, wondering how I'd perform with Jo later. Thankfully I had an afternoon to recover. She came out and smiled at me on her way to the door then with a wave she was gone.
I rolled off the bed, hoping the wet patch would dry. My first stop was the shower, using one of the wet towels to dry me then it was a careful search of the bed and surrounds. I didn't find it anywhere, obvious or not.
I was tempted, but ruled out the drawers. I hadn't been near and I doubted she would. Puzzled, I half questioned if I had it and then gave up. I'd lock up behind me and ask Jane about it when I saw her.
I walked slowly back to my place, regretting leaving my iPad behind. Having customs go through my laptop was worrying enough; my iPad with all my emails was a no-no. I let myself in and flopped down on the bed, my stomach full and my cock happy.
It was night back home and I drifted into the wonderful land of dreams, escaping a reality more bizarre than any I could dream up. Jane woke me, sitting next to me and shaking my shoulder.
"Umm," I grumbled. "Okay, I'm awake."
I was lying face down, pillow scrunched up in my arms. I half rolled to look at her.
"What time is it?"
"Nearly tea time. Come on, I only had sandwiches for dinner and I'm starving."
I shook my head free of the cobwebs and turned my legs to the edge of the bed, rolling to sit up as she stood. We walked out together, me remembering about my iPod as we stepped through the door.
"Jane?" I said, pausing. "You haven't seen my music player, have you?
"Yes, it's here in my bag. I must have put it there when I was creaming you," she said, fishing for it.
"No, leave it there. I just wondered where it was," I said, turning to walk on.
She told me about having to change a card and rebooting one of the servers as we walked to dinner, and of the system nearly crashing while she did it. The IT director was panicked to the edge of a nervous breakdown.
Jo came in just behind us and joined us in the queue, standing facing me in her high heels, emphasizing her slim figure and perfect breasts, the little pink nipples almost glowing. When the queue started moving, she turned, letting her auburn hair flick around as she faced forwards.
The queue pushed forward, pressing us closer together and putting Jo between us. We took our trays and walked over to the table, me putting mine down with them on either side of me.
"So what did you think of my music?" I asked, turning to Jane.
"I didn't get time to listen to any," she replied.
"I heard there was a meltdown in IT today. Jackie said that the computers were running slow, it was taking ages to load a web page," Jo put in.
"You should have seen them," Jane laughed. "Jock was like a mother hen who'd lost her brood, with them all standing around me while I read the fault log."
Jackie soon joined us and they nattered about the day's events, another day of crisis since Jason was caught. I ate quietly while I listened in, wondering how it would affect me. There was nothing for me till they sorted themselves out.
I finished first and went and got the coffees, bringing one for Jay, who I saw joining them. I pulled another chair and put it next to Jo as she made room to share. The chatter continued as Jay was brought up to speed, acknowledging that her computer seemed slow sometimes, too.
I wondered what Jo had in mind with her boating trip. My cock felt rested and lively, taking an interest in the naked display of flesh when I went for the drinks. I'd caught Jo taking a peek that made it more excited when our eyes met and she licked her lips.
When Jay finished, leaving her cold coffee, we walked over to drop our trays and file out. Jo hung behind with me.
"I've arranged the boat," she said directly. "I need to collect a few things. You can wait in the café. I won't be ten minutes."
She was fifteen going on twenty, turning up with a handbag over her shoulder that split her breasts and hung heavy at her waist.
"Come on, then," she said, stopping in front of me.
I stood and followed as she walked out onto the beach, leading the way to the wooden jetty. We took one of the medium boats, with a little cabin below.
"It's a hundred bucks a throw for one of these for the evening. We've got to have it back by seven," she said casually as she sat in the captain's chair. "Undo the ropes at the front and back and we'll head out."
I went to the back but a man on the dock was already undoing the one on the post there. He threw me the rope and walked forward to the other one. I coiled them up as she started the motor and gunned us out.
I stood by her side as she drove the boat in a series of sweeping curves, spraying water left and right as we zig-zaged out to the centre of the lake.
"Here looks about right," she said as she pulled the throttles back.
She turned to me as she turned the engine off. "Come, I've got a bottle in my bag."
She went down into the little cabin and opened her bag up. Inside was a box and a screw top bottle of wine. She opened the box to pull out two bubble wrapped glasses.
"I bring my own. There's a thirty buck house cover on those in the fridge," she said.
