Chapter 4: Southern Dreams - Setting in
Finally there! Sea, sun and unlimited freedom. A place to truly enjoy all the finer sides of life...
The bellboy -- a good looking guy of about 25 - bumped down the two heavy suitcases at the bedroom door in their suit. As he turned against them with a polite 'anything else, ma'am', Mary tipped him off with a small note. Which prompted him over to open the curtains and windows to display a fabulous view of the beach below and the wide horizon of the ocean beyond. The soft breeze immediately grabbed the curtains and started flicking them lightly. Fresh and warm ocean air filled the room, immediately replacing the somewhat artificially dry air from the conditioning unit.
"I hope everything will be to your satisfaction. Enjoy your stay."
As soon as the door shut behind him, Mary and Linda fell in each other's arms. Finally alone Finally together! They held tight for a long moment without saying a word. Then Mary relaxed and looked down into Linda's spellbinding eyes with a snug smile. "I certainly hope so too!"
She felt almost light- headed from joy Happy, relaxed and quite sexy. The unfamiliar uncertainty she had felt before was totally gone. She could still feel a little sting every now and then, somewhere deep inside, but the eagerness and admiration that the girl had shown -- no matter how clumsy she had felt herself -- had given her the comfort she needed to kind of get on top of the situation. From here things could only go the right direction. They would be able to find and develop their relationship exactly the way they both wanted -- and needed.
The girl's arms hugged her skirt- clad waist under the jacked as she rested her head against her neck and sighed. The ardentness of the movements and the light trembling in her breathing clearly told Mary that the girl was glowing hot already. Hot for her! Ready to please a lady!
For a moment she let the girl enjoy the fullness and heat of her body. Then she reached back to grab the hands folded behind her back.
"Linda dear, we should unpack and prepare. We've got things to do!" With a loving smile she freed herself from her grasp and held her hands in her own as she bent slightly to look deeply into her eyes.
"Now you take this suitcase and I take the other. We want everything to be tidy and ready for our first night together, don't we?"
The girl looked back at her with this familiar shyness, now mixed with a light touch of confusion. "First night?"
"You know... first night here. First time --
really
first time - of our new life together!"
She stroked the youngster's cheek with her most tender caress. Then urged her on to start unpacking with a light slap on her behind.
The things were out and in their cupboards shelves in no time. Mary in the mean time made practical arrangements for the flat and inquired about new restaurants and things like that with the hotel front desk. Linda even noticed something about changing some of the chairs in the living room- corner. She couldn't understand why. They looked perfect with generously padded leather chairs and a dark, shiny oak table. But whatever the gorgeous woman wanted, it was fine with her.
Whatever
she wanted!
And the lady certainly knew what she wanted, in every aspect of their relationship. Before the girl even knew it, she had been over in her wardrobe to select a suitable dress for their evening dinner. Just a thin tee-shirt and light cotton panties, nicely matching the light high sandals she had been wearing on the journey.
"You don't need anything more down here, I tell you. It's still hot outside for many hours. And besides we'll be walking just one block down the street. Shall we?"
And her mistress was definitely right about the temperature. The heat met her like a slap in the face as they stepped out into the duskiness of the evening. Cars and bikes roared by with noisy engines. Filling the humid air almost the same way as the smells of all kinds of fries and oils and cheap fast- food that mixed with the salty scent of cool ocean. All of it adding up to the oh- so familiar picture of her childhood summer holiday resorts.
She felt Mary's hand around her waist as she steered her on in the right direction through the milling crowd of people at the entrance. Then the hand sought out her own as they strolled down the street together.
It felt so strange! Here she was, Young Linda Verdale, walking alone thousands of miles away from home, holding hand with a woman in a dainty business suit. A woman she had known only a few weeks, and met just a few times during that time. A woman nearly old enough to be her mother. How could she ever get herself into such a situation? Did she even have the slightest idea what she was doing?