The Paul and Jenny stories Part 46.
Rubies are Red. Part 18zt
Paul.
It was only ten-thirty when I escorted Louise to her room. Our plans were ever changing. Roddrego was returning to South America in three days with Bill when the team of American military advisors had been assembled. Both sides had stopped fighting. There had been celebrations on the streets. He would have a lot of work to do even with all the help pledged to him by neighbouring countries and Bill was going to write about it for Louise's newspaper.
Grandfather had looked a little upset when Bill had declared her intentions of going with Roddrego. She had looked even more so when he had said he was flying to Miami with me in the morning.
"I'm very tired." Louise said covering her mouth with her hand.
"You should be in bed." I told her.
"I kind of thought you might say that," she said, "but I am very tired." I hung my head. "Oh don't look like that." She said. "We'll have plenty of time for that in Miami."
I heard the door at the far end of the corridor open and Grandfather, Roddrego and Bill enter. Grandfather and Roddrego both carried a bottle and some glasses. Bill didn't look too steady on her feet.
"Ah." Grandfather said. "See you are both having an early night. Good. Good. Another long flight tomorrow."
"I still think you should stay here and return with me." Roddrego slurred slightly.
"We'll all return for your investiture." Grandfather had had a bit to drink as well. "Besides I have some things to do in England."
Bill burped. "Pardon." She said, covering her mouth with her hand.
"I'll see you at breakfast at eight." Grandfather said as he opened the door to Bill's room with her key. "We want to be away for ten." He stood in the doorway looking at Louise and me. I took the hint.
"Goodnight Louise." I said, resisting the temptation to kiss her.
"Goodnight Paul." She smiled. "Sleep well."
I walked down the corridor, past my room and into the bar. I ordered myself a beer and took it out onto the veranda by the pool. I saw the stewardess who had arranged the swimming costume for Louise collecting glasses and bottles from one of the tables. She was bending over facing away from me. Her skirt was riding up at the back and I could almost see the tops of her thighs. I probably could if I sat, so I did at the nearest table. She straightened up at the same time.
I took a sip of my beer. The bar had been quite crowded after dinner but now it was deserted. The stewardess was carrying her tray into the main building. "Where is everyone?" I asked her as she drew level to my table.
"Everyone was asked to leave so it would be quiet for the President." She replied. I looked over to where the light in Bill's room shined out through her blinds. They could have been holding a Disco and I didn't think the President would notice. "We were told to keep the bar open just in case you needed anything." She continued, smiling.
I could think of something she could give me. "I won't need anything else and I think all the others are in bed." I said and took another sip of my beer. It suddenly tasted sour. I stifled a yawn. "Pardon me." I said stretching my arms above my head. "I think I should go to bed as well."
She stood still for a few seconds looking down at me then said goodnight and went inside. I followed her. A steward was on duty behind the bar. I could hear the sounds on the clinking of glasses from the room behind him.
"That's enough for me." I said placing my glass on the bar top. The stewardess came from the back room and bent over to place some glasses on a shelf beneath the counter. For a second, I thought I saw his hand touch her ass cheek. She held her position longer than was necessary anyway.
"Goodnight." I said and trudged dejectedly down the corridor to my own room and let myself in. I rubbed my prick through my trousers to relieve the pressure then undressed. I went into the bathroom and relieved myself. Louise's swimming costume hung next to my swimming trunks on the curtain rail. I took it and sniffed at the crotch. I was certain I could smell her fanny. I breathed in hard through my nose. The smell of a woman was definitely about it. I hung it back on the rail.
I stood naked beside my bed, switched off my light and opened the blinds on the door slightly. The lights around the veranda and pool had been switched off but a light was on in what I imagined to be the room behind the bar. As I looked at it, I imagined the stewardess bending over some boxes of wine while the steward fucked her from behind.
It was hot in my room so I opened my door and peered out. The lights were still on in Bill's room. I put my shirt on then returned to my bathroom and put on my nearly dry swimming trunks. I opened the door wide and stepped out beside the swimming pool. I looked at the stars for a few seconds recognising some of the constellations from my pilot studies then walked slowly along the side of the pool towards Bill's room. The lights were definitely on and the blinds were not fully closed either.
I heard what sounded like Roddrego laughing followed by my father. I suddenly felt guilty. I shouldn't be there. It was none of my business what they did and Bill was certainly past the age of consent. I turned to replace my steps when I heard a muffled woman's voice cry out. What was going on? It was none of my business. Something was knocked over inside the room and I heard the sound of breaking glass.
I had to look. I stepped to the glass door as quietly as I could and peered through the gaps between the slats.
