As always, a number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and to whose high standards I aspire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this new story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, I would not be writing.
Chapter 4 - DAY THREE: A NEW MORNING
Babs and Sonia...
Sonia had slept badly, her mind in a turmoil over the happenings of last evening. Her conflicting thoughts were driving her mad. On the one hand, she was unsure that she was ready for an affair and even if she was, the opportunity for discovery was high. She still could not believe they had taken it to the wire the way they had last night.
But on the other hand, her body needed something different. It needed satisfying, not being simply at the whim of Simon's needs and left to find a way to her own orgasm if she was lucky enough to do so. With Babs, it was unlikely that she would partake in the type of loving relationship she had had, however briefly, with Cassandra. But there was a sexual drive about the woman that had made Sonia feel alive.
She had loved the feel of Bab's finger inside her willing body, and the way the woman had offered her own taste to Sonia had been intoxicating. Lying in her bed last night, with Simon asleep beside her, she had tossed and turned and then used her hands to bring herself off on two occasions, each time imaging that it was Babs' fingers that were pleasuring her.
That morning she had sat with Lisa and Babs whilst their husband's had indulged in their usual high spirits around the pool. She had briefly thought heading down to the beach to try and give herself some space to properly work out what it is that she wanted, but the chances were that Babs would have followed her and that would only have made matters worse.
So she had sat quietly, speaking only when spoken to, all the time aware of Bab's soft, light blue eyes constantly on her face, searching for a reaction, seeking out clues. She could not bring herself to look at the small, pink haired woman in case her eyes betrayed the way that she was feeling. But at the same time, she had no idea how she was feeling, other than accepting the undeniable lust coursing through her body.
Babs looked across at Sonia and then over at her husband as he clowned around the pool. Her mind went back to when she had met Barry whilst in college. He was a business major and seemed to attract women on a regular basis. So she had set out her stall to trap him, even ending her current relationship at the time with her female roommate. Well, not exactly ending the relationship, but definitely becoming more discreet, that was for sure.
They had decided to get married after Barry had graduated, although she had dropped out well before then. The fact that her mother had been against the marriage had only driven her to tie the knot and just after her twentieth birthday they held their wedding in Barry's hometown. It was a lovely, traditional wedding in a beautiful small church and she had believed that it was the start of them living the American dream. How naive!
Ten years later Barry had made his mark on his chosen profession, becoming a partner in a large advertising agency and no doubt drilling half of the female assistants there during that time. But he made a good salary, affording them a nice standard of living, and when it became clear that their passion for each other had faded and that there would be no children, they remained together but each found their own way forward.
Despite their comfortable outward appearance, the deeper feeling inside them had confirmed that something was missing. Over the years, the stress of his making a success of his career had taken its toll on their personal lives, or at the very least it had not helped. It resulted in them having less and less time for each other and gave Barry many opportunities for satisfying his libido in the exciting world of marketing.
Sexual relations between them had become routine, if not mundane. Sex was relegated to the back burner and often turned into a quickie every couple of weeks, just for appearances. But meanwhile, they both feasted their desires with the right people at the right time and always in the most discreet of ways. For Babs, she saw Sonia as another one of those opportunities and she decided to bring things to a head.
"By the way, Sonia," she said to the confused woman.
Sonia looked across into the knowing eyes.
"I've got something that you need. Badly need, I think." She stood up and grabbed Sonia's hand, helping the unresisting woman to her feet.
"Won't be long," she called to Lisa as she led the mystified woman away.
She held tightly onto Lisa's hand all the way through the lobby and up the stairs. Not a word was exchanged between them as Babs led the way to her room. Once there, she unlocked the door with her card key and stood to one side, silently inviting Sonia to enter.
When the red haired woman hesitated as to whether to enter the room, she simply said, "Your choice!"
Sonia couldn't help herself. She walked inside, looking around as she heard the door close behind her.
"Babs," she mumbled. "Look, I am sorry about last night. I'm not like that... I didn't mean..."
"Then why are you here?"
Sonia looked at her. She did not know what to answer.
"You know what really turns me on?..." Babs whispered. She said it so quietly that Sonia needed to move a slight step closer to hear her.
"I love the idea of helping a woman realise what she really wants, especially when she is unsure. You see, Sonia, you are unsure aren't you?"
Sonia nodded, licking her lips.
"But inside you are not really, are you?"
Sonia didn't answer. She just stood there listening to Babs mesmeric voice.
"What you want, Sonia... is to go down on me."
Sonia's eyes slightly widened, a surge of electricity running through her trembling frame. Was she trembling from fear or desire, she asked herself, hardly believing what she was hearing.
Babs turned around, presenting her back to Sonia, who knew what she wanted without needing to hear the words that followed.
"Unhook me, babe."
