(Copyright 2003. All rights reserved).
All characters are fictitious.
Jenny.
I replaced the receiver and climbed the stairs back to our bedroom. The alarm clock on the bedside table showed it to be after midnight. Still it was only eight o'clock in New York.
I didn't know whether or not to be jealous of Paul. Going to a formal dinner in one of the poshest hotels in New York. The way he explained it it soundest the simplest thing in the world to find a set of evening dress on a Sunday.
It was raining again and the wind was howling. I listened to the rattling of the windowpanes and the pitter-patter of the water on the glass. I felt safe and warm under the covers. I think I would rather be her than in New York. It might be bright and colourful at this dinner but it was late. Paul must be hoping to get to bed early. He'd had a busy day with all that travelling.
Then wind died down and the rain stopped. I could hear the odd vehicle passing along the main Bath road in the distance. Then even they stopped.
It was nice and warm in my bed. No, I didn't want to go to any party. The lights; the noise; the food and music.
Lucky bugger.
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Paul.
"What am I expected to do while you are at the party?" Heather snapped.
I could tell she wasn't happy.
I had just returned from the headwaiter's store where Howie had sorted out some of the evening dress the hotel supplied to casual employees for me to try on. I thought Louise was going to come along with us when he knocked on the door to ask me to come down with him. But he reminded her that she had to go and get changed and after making me promise to meet her in the foyer when she arrived to be her escort for the night she had left us when we had stepped out of the lift.
"Where's that woman?" Howie had asked. "You know. Travelled across with you. Her room was only booked yesterday. Strange it was on the same booking reference as yours."
He'd looked at me. I had had to come clean.
"She's staying in one of the apartments in London." I'd confessed. "She was at a loose end and said she wanted to come with me."
"All the way to South America for the day?"
The way he put it it did sound strange. Everything had happened so fast that I hadn't had time to think properly. "I went to her room just now but she wasn't in." He'd continued.
"Maybe she's looking around the shops." I'd suggested.
"Maybe."
"I'd like to find her." He'd continued. "I need a partner for tonight. Carole was due to come up but little Harve has a cold."
"If I see her I'll ask her." I'd promised.
"Well?" Heather asked again. "What do you expect me to do?"
Her fingers were undoing the knot in my tie as she spoke. She pulled at one end and it side out beneath the collar of my shirt. I took off my jacket and threw it onto the bed. She unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, then the next.
"I don't have long," I said, "and I have to make a phone call."
"We had better hurry then."
The jacket of her trouser suite joined mine on the bed and her fingers began to unbutton her blouse. I could feel my prick becoming hard.
"Oh." I said, pulling my shirt from my trousers. "Howie was looking for you."
"Why?"
Her blouse joined her jacket on the bed and she reached behind her back for her bra fastening. Her breasts dropped slightly as she released them. Her nipples were already hardening.
I kicked off my shoes and undid my trousers, letting them fall to the floor. Her own followed suit. I stood there in my 'Y' fronts and looked at her in her small white knickers. I could see the bulge made by her pubic hairs. I pulled my 'Y' fronts down and stroked my prick, pulling my foreskin back to its fullest extent and releasing it.
Heather hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down revealing her mass of dark, pubic hairs.
"Why does Howie want me?" She asked again.
