As always, thanks for bearing with me on this journey. It's a tad longer than I thought it ever would be! Fortunately, or not, there is a way to go so... Thanks to all the comments, good, bad, or indifferent. As always, a big thanks to Kenji for his superb editing skills, and to Paolo for his continued support, advice, criticism, and proofreading. Again, any mistakes are mine so give these two a break if you spot any mistakes? Ta...
Chapter 55
Home Again and Connections Consummated
Seven hours later, we were walking back through Passport Control. Walking out to the now-familiar concourse, we saw Tom and the kids! I burst into tears, the kids and Tom running towards us. I picked David up, hugging and kissing them. I traded David with Em, and hugged Chloe. I looked at my Tom, or was it
our
Tom now? We looked at each other, our eyes boring into one another, and we kissed. I had never felt so in love. We slowly broke apart, and he moved to Em, their eyes meeting, and a slow, tender kiss enveloped them. They pulled their lips away from each other, still looking at each other, their foreheads now touching each other's.
This is going to work, I thought.
I heard Em whisper to him, "I...we... missed you."
"And I missed you both, Emily," he whispered back.
I began to cry again, embracing them both.
"Flight, okay?" he asked, breaking the tension.
We both thanked him too much, telling him we loved his thoughtfulness. He grabbed the bags, Em took David's hand, and I had Chloe's, as we walked to the car.
This was our family now, I thought.
Tom was walking ahead of us, as I called out to him.
"Tom?" I said.
He stopped and turned slightly. I walked to him, pulled his lips to mine and kissed this beautiful man again.
"That's all. Carry on," I giggled. He smiled his 'Tom' smile, and my heart leapt.
I tried to coerce the kids into telling me what really happened while I was gone. They had nothing but good things to say. I wasn't surprised.
We were driving from the airport, and Tom turned to Em, who was in the front seat and asked, "Are you staying the night, Emily?"
We were both taken aback, but it did make sense.
"Please, Em? It does make sense, doesn't it?" I asked her.
"I'd love to, Tom. We can tell you all about the progress we made," she smiled. I wasn't sure what exactly she was talking about, though. Well, except for the jobs?
Tom POV
It seemed all went well with their visit. I was thrilled to hear from Ben saying Eloise and him were able to spend a bit of time with them. I called and thanked them both. Now they were home, both of them happy and content. I knew the jet lag would be kicking in but kept them both awake. A good night's sleep and they'd be fine in the morning. I had them unpack and I sorted the kids out with a snack and reading. Chrissie and Emily walked in, tucked them both in and kissed them goodnight.
I poured us a drink, eager to catch up on the details. If all went well, this would be a huge hurdle for us, whether Emily was coming or not. Chrissie and Emily had a long shower, separately, and walked to the front room, somewhat refreshed.
"God! My feet are killing me," Chrissie groaned. "How are yours, Em? It must be something about flying," she sighed.
"Mine aren't too bad, but I would never say no to a massage," she smiled.
"Why am I thinking this is a set-up, hmm?" I chuckled.
"It isn't, Tom. Really! But, well, if you're offering...?" Chrissie said.
"C'mon. Emily, you against the arm there. Chrissie, slide between her and give me your feet," I said.
I looked at the two of them, their hair wet and dishevelled, both dressed in their cotton pyjamas, luckily for me! I didn't need two lingerie-clad women tonight! Chrissie was on her back between Emily's legs, both their feet stretched out.
I grasped one foot from each and began slowly but firmly rubbing them.
"Talk to me. How'd it go?" I asked.
Emily's hands were on Chrissie's shoulders, Chrissie's folded on her stomach. I began to rub as they carefully went through their break. Emily did embarrass Chrissie by retelling me about her fingering herself mid-flight. Chrissie giggled, but didn't deny it.
"I couldn't help it, Tom. I...I was thinking about the flight we had and, well, it just inspired me!" she laughed. "Em didn't seem to mind, though!" she said, trying to divert a bit of any blame.
"Hmmm," I chuckled. "So, the room was good? They took care of you both?" I was assured they were spoiled.
I moved Emily's foot over a bit more onto Chrissie's leg. I leaned down and kissed her toes and said, "I'm going to do one at a time, all right? It'll be better that way."
I grasped Chrissie's foot and started a proper massage, running my thumbs under her toes where all her nerve endings were. Her soft moans told me I was doing okay.
They told me about the interviews. It was interesting to hear two different, but similar takes on the process. They both were optimistic that they would be offered the positions. I thought it unusual to hold such a long, in-depth interview. That said a lot to me. Emily's hands surreptitiously rubbed Chrissie's shoulders, her fingers delving down with every slow swoop. I looked at her, as she timidly unbuttoned one, then two of the tiny, embroidered holdings. Our eyes met, a knowing smile on both our faces. Chrissie's eyes were closed, basking in all the hands on her. They continued, back and forth, telling me about the interviews. I was impressed that they were shown the workrooms and had a chance to talk with a few of the other curators and assistants. Emily's hands slowly slid between Chrissie's top, her hands softly engulfing her small breasts. I watched as she lovingly massaged her precious little orbs, Chrissie squirming on the sofa. She looked at Emily, their faces were aglow as she brought one hand from Chrissie's breasts and tenderly touched her face, her finger running across her open lips.
I dug my thumb into her sole, swiping up and pulling any tension out. I wasn't sure where her moans were coming from, but it didn't matter. Emily brushed the hair from Chrissie's face and dropped her hand back to the naked breast. She opened her nightshirt, her breasts now visible to both of us. My unhurried hands kneaded her feet, hitting every pressure point gently. I brought her foot to my mouth and sucked each toe. Emily was startled, and stared at me. Chrissie was moving around, her hips almost undulating under the touch of Emily and me. She went to slide her hands into her bottoms, but I swatted them away. I motioned to Emily, raising my eyebrows the way Chrissie does.
Emily's hand slid down under Chrissie's top and slipped into her bottoms, touching her womanhood. We heard Chrissie gasp, almost as if she wanted us to stop, but she said nothing. I was mesmerised watching Emily slowly slide her fingers through Chrissie's wet slit.
I picked up her other foot and began the same routine. Under her toes, digging deep, then her sole, and finally, sucking each of her tiny toes into my mouth after ten minutes or so. Chrissie's hands were on Emily's, holding them in place and hoping she wouldn't take them away.
I whispered to Emily, "Don't let her cum." She smiled, knowing, hopefully, what I had in mind.