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 7 - DAY FOUR: SONIA HAS MORE FUN -- AS DO THE HUSBANDS
Babs and Sonia...
Babs, Lisa, Sonia and their husbands were in the hotel night club. The three women were sitting at one of the large tables, talking amongst themselves, whilst Leo was at the bar. He had gone for drinks but found himself talking to Loncraine and his younger daughter, Veronica. He had not had much to do with the owner or his family but he discovered they were good company and somehow had quite a bit of knowledge about fast cars, a passion of his.
"Your husband doesn't believe in hurrying with the drinks," Babs said, speaking loudly to make her voice heard above the music.
Her foot was wrapped around Sonia's leg and she was looking for the opportunity to get some time alone with her new, inexperienced, lover.
Lisa laughed, looking back over her shoulder.
"You are right," she sighed. "It looks as if he's got caught up in conversation. I'll rescue him."
She slid up from her chair and made her way over to the bar. As she did, Babs leaned across and planted a soft kiss on Sonia's cheek, resulting in the nervous red haired woman jerking her head away from Babs' blatant kiss, hurriedly looking around the crowded room to see if anyone had seen.
Her seductress just laughed. "Don't be so nervous," she purred. "No-one will notice us. Why don't we sneak out of here?"
"Babs, I want to but we can't. We'd be missed!"
"Who by?"
The pink haired woman nodded across to the dance floor. Barry and Simon were both dancing, yet again, with Helena, who looked as if she was ready and able to eat both of them.
"Those two bozo's are fully occupied," she purred.
She glanced back towards the bar. Leo and Lisa were engrossed in conversation with Loncraine and Veronica, with the young black girl having rested her hand loosely around Leo's waist.
"And it doesn't appear as if the two lovebirds are going to be back here for a while." She saw Sonia's will begin to weaken and continued. "And even if they do, we can just say we got fed up of being here and went for a walk."
Sonia didn't answer and Babs realised she was on the verge of having her way.
"Babe, I know that you've been thinking about me as much as I've been thinking about you," her firm voice stated, running her bare foot more blatantly up and down Sonia's leg now.
The red head sighed at the contact, looking at her friend. Babs wore black leather pants that hugged her hips and a white tank top that left no doubt she was braless. She looked incredibly hot and that aroused Sonia further.
"All I know is that when you took me in the ladies," Sonia purred, staring deeply into Babs soft, light blue eyes, "That was as intense a sexual experience as I have ever had in my whole life."
Babs grinned salaciously. "And you want more, babe..."
Sonia looked down at the table for a second, before looking back into Babs deep eyes. Her body was already moist from the stroking the small, pink haired woman had been doing to her leg.
"That's okay, babe," Babs whispered, leaning closer and planting a soft kiss on Sonia's cheek. "It was a statement, not a question!"
"Babs..." Sonia began, still struggling inside.
"Look," said the persuasive woman. "From what I know, Simon can't make you happy in bed the way that I can and you need some good loving right now. We each have three days of our holiday remaining and we can either put that time to good use or you can spend the rest of your life regretting that you didn't."
Sonia stared at her, not knowing how to answer, what to say. She stared at Babs and saw the woman's earnest look. Her eyes were alive with intent and she raised a dark eyebrow at Sonia, as if expecting an immediate positive answer. When it didn't come, she continued.
"You've got to make your mind up, babe. What it really boils down to is this. You can spend the rest of the holiday being frustrated, or you can spend tonight getting fucked until I make you scream again."
She saw the wild stare of desire in Sonia's eyes and leant in, planting another kiss with just enough hint of tongue and this time the red head did not pull away.
"Remember how I made you feel last night, babe?"
Sonia stared at her, lowly caught up in the web that Babs was spinning. She softly nodded.
"Good! Now you can wake up tomorrow morning tired and horny or you can wake up feeling as satisfied as you ever have done. Whichever you choose it's not going to make one fucking bit of difference to that fuckhead of a husband of yours who's showing himself up on the dance floor with that floosie from the hotel."
Sonia looked over. Helena had her hands around Simon's neck, pulling him into her, whilst Barry ground himself against her bottom.
"Fuckwits!" Babs exclaimed. "Okay, it's the last time I'll say this. I want to fuck you, babe, but if you say no I'll not ask again and leave you alone for the rest of your holiday. It's as simple as that."
Sonia stared back at the seductive woman. There was only one answer she could give. In fact, the more she thought about it, it was not a difficult choice. She owed this to herself.
"Okay," she quietly said.
"Okay what?" Babs asked, her eyes piercing into Sonia's. "I want to hear you say it."
