***Note to those who have asked - yes, the title is a Lovecraft reference and I intend for this story to travel into 'weird' erotic places...thanks for all the feedback and encouragement :)***
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The rickety bluestone inn that they booked into had one room left and after dropping off their bags, they went to the tavern for drinks. The tavern was small, dark and had wood panelled walls, tables and chairs. The skies had darkened and the rain had started pelting down moments ago. Annika sat at the stained glass window, watching lights outside smear and glimmer through the rain-flecked glass. She resigned herself to staying in this odd little town for a while longer; the wizened old lady who gave them their key suggested it could be days. She quivered, thinking how the lady, and a gathering crowd, had eyed her, like a piece of meat. She was feeling especially uncomfortable here and wanted to get back on their boat as soon as they could.
The town had the same skinny old cobblestone streets that the other towns had and only a few cars, old, small. English was spoken, so there was no need for the little book she carried, or her foolish attempt at Spanish.
Chris had some local beers whilst Annika, who didn't drink alcohol, ordered Pellegrino and lime. She invited the attractive couple at a nearby table to join them. At first, Chris was reserved as he often was, but found he had an interest in robotics in common with Richard and Annika was mesmerised by Mia and her large pale green eyes. Mia was pale with glossy brown-black hair, a beautiful heart-shaped face and huge soft pink lips. She was very much an English rose; her mannerisms, her accent, her lovely bone structure. At first, Annika wondered whether she was just hoping that Mia was flirting with her - but as Mia consumed more champagne, it became increasingly obvious - the lingering touches, the innuendo. When Mia snuggled over a little and entwined her bare legs into Annika's, she complied and pressed herself closer, smelling her lovely hair and sweet perfume. They continued talking about mundane sorts of things - where they last had a satisfying shopping spree, which country had the nicest strong coffee - and whilst this occurred above the table, Annika kicked off a stiletto shoe and slowly stroked her bare foot up Mia's calf. Mia paused, her gorgeous eyes widening and her breath catching.
Annika glanced across at the boys, who were still talking, oblivious. She leaned into Mia and whispered into her ear, "Can you come up to my room and help me fix my bra?" Mia nodded and the girls stood. "We're going to the room," Mia said and neither man really took much notice, so the girls smiled at each other, clasping hands as they left the table and weaved through the cramped wooden tables, through the tavern and up the narrow stairs. Behind Mia, Annika stared at her perfect ass, watching it move sensuously under her pale turquoise sundress as she climbed the stairs. She had lovely curves; large soft breasts, big hips, nipped waist - Annika loved feminine beautiful women.
They walked through the reception and Annika was relieved that the odd lady was not at the desk. They kept walking to the larger staircase, up to their rooms. "I have our key," Annika said, thinking Chris didn't have a key and he probably didn't have to know about her and Mia. He knew her needs but he could get jealous and possessive. Disappointingly, he never wanted to join in - Annika would have liked to have a threesome - or foursome.
Just outside the room, when Annika was fumbling with the key, Mia touched her long platinum curls, pulling them aside and kissed her cheek, then, full on the lips - first, tentatively, and then passionately. Annika kissed back, leaving the key in the door as she took Mia's face in her hands and then ran her hands down her body, relishing each curve. Tasting each other, they pressed together tight, hands on skin and Annika gasped as Mia started to unzip her dress at the back.
