A New Love

[Prometheus2]

When I heard her say that she wanted me I had become thoroughly confused. Her body had spoken to me that way just a few minutes ago but now that our passion had subsided, was her mind speaking her need as well. Then when she asked me to express my feelings, it all came together. In order for her mind to accept me as her body had she needed my comittment in the form of those three special words, 'I love you.' And I knew I had to lie.

It would have been easy just to say the “I love you.” because I did love her. It was more than sex we were having, there was love behind my passion and need. I had felt it from the first moment I had met her, but now when forced to think about it, realized just how much I loved and wanted her.
Eeven if it meant the end of something beautiful between us, I needed to lie. I couldn’t put her through the torture of knowing of my love. She belonged to someone else for gods sake. She might have thought she wanted me to be honest but if I was she would be forced to choose between my love and Alan’s. It would be better in the long run for her to think of me as a brief affair. When it was over she could go back to her husband and even though she may feel guilty about her indiscretions at least she wouldn’t have the burden of knowing someone else loved her as much as Alan did, maybe more. If she did choose me and gave up her love for Alan, she would have to forget her past, leave it all behind for something and someone new. Or, if she choose to love us both, was she liberated enough to go down that road, or for that matter would I be and in the long run Alan too, for surely in time he would realize he was sharing Sarah's love with someone else. No I had to lie, for her sake, for Alan's sake and for mine.

My silence proved to be an asset for when I finally spoke I saw what I believed to be look of acceptance on her face. As if my silence meant to her that I was searching the depths of my soul for the answer. My lie would be accepted by her as truth.

“ It’s too soon Sarah... I need some time I wish I could say I love you but ...no.... It’s just too soon...for me... to know.” Again my pauses, my indecisiveness seemed to satisfy her or so it seemed for she took my hand and touched it to her lips and kissed it softly.

“I understand.” she said, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. I looked away not sure if she really did, and feeling a sadness overcome me, tried to hide a tear of my own. There was nothing more to say. I pulled her into my arms and held her, rocking her gently.

 

[Sienna]

I realised that I had put Charles under pressure as soon as he replied…

I was being silly and over emotional, torn between the dare of making love with him behind Alan’s back while he was thousands of miles away. And was I really in love with him myself? I felt as if I was, and for me to open up and share the way I did, meant I had to trust him. To me that was love, just like it was with Alan…trust was important to me.

I told him I understood. Maybe he was right and one cannot fall in love so quickly and we hardly knew each other. But, has he held me close in his arms I still wanted him so much. He was all mine there and then, to do, as I wanted with.

“Please don’t go Charles. Forgive me for asking you such a silly question. I am so frustrated.”

“I know you are. You are also lonely. Listen to me Sarah, neither of us can be sure how this is going to work out.” He pulled away and held me by the shoulders gently. I looked back at him as he tried to explain things. “I respect your marriage and love with Alan. I’m not that kind of man who goes around breaking up relationships. So, let us enjoy our time together as…”

As he struggled to think of the right word I jumped in with mine; “just lovers…without any serious intent. Just passing lovers?”

“If that’s what we are…then let it be. God Sarah, I think a lot about you. Let's just enjoy what we have without getting complicated.”

 

[Prometheus2]

had wanted to say friends, that we could start out by being friends. Go back to a place where we both would feel comfortable.... But passing lovers as she had suggested?... I guess it could work. My love for her would certainly mean that I would put every effort into making her feel loved and wanted. And if and when it was over I would survive. I had loved and lost before. I would be able to accept the consequences of losing at love and then carry on.

I pulled her into my arms and for a minute we just lay there listening to our bodies telling us how much we wanted each other, feeling the music of our passion rise and fall.

The urgency gone, we let this new song envelope us, filling us with thoughts of living for the moment, enjoying today as if there were no tomorrow. Realizing of course that tomorrow would come but knowing we could deal with it when it did.

“Sarah.? I spoke her name as if I were singing out my joy. “Just think of it. How well we fit together, how much we want and need each other, and how much we have to share.” How lucky we are to have each other.” I kissed her lightly on the forehead and then her chin and nose and then just barely grazing her lips with mine I moved my mouth up and down and side to side until I gave in to the need to crush her mouth to mine.

She answered my need by joining me with a need of her own. A need to welcome my tongue inside and suck at it voraciously, then let me feast on hers as well. The passion turned to teasing play as each of us in turn exchanged the warmth of each others mouths. Breathlessly returning to light feathery kisses to ears and neck and throat., and then returned to holding and being held, listening again to beating hearts and blood singing in our veins.

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

As we kissed, his hand drifted gently over my breast with finger and thumb teasing and pulling at my aroused nipple. It felt good to have him do that to me, sending me crazy and wanting more. Then his hand ran further down over my stomach and then with an even more gentle finger, he teased open my petals, already moist from his oral touches earlier, causing me to open up for him, so that he could slide his cock into me once more.

That feeling was something I adored so much. But, Charles was bigger and longer than any other I had ever had and at the same time it was comfortable and felt so right inside of me. I squeezed his buttocks to make him move, but slowly and not too fast. I didn’t want him to cum so quickly this time around.

Once the rhythm was set we were both locked together in a harmonious play of sexual desires, acted out physically and in both our wildest of imaginations. This time it seemed to last forever, unending and together we both came, almost as if we had synchronised each other to do so.

His moaning made me reply with mine. Our love song grew louder as we reached our orgasmic climaxes. This time he almost released himself inside of me, withdrawing at the last moment sending his charges over my open flower and pubic mound, for which he apologised, knowing that to cum deep inside was something that was far to risky.

We lay together for a while, holding each other close. That was the second best part of having sex. Even casual sex was not complete in my mind unless you could enjoy that tender moment of closeness afterwards. And during that moment together I drifted into a calm sleep, dreaming of nice things that made me feel so happy and the things that mattered to me most of all.

When I woke, I was alone. Charles was gone and as usual, Alan was not there either. I realised at that moment that I had not been dreaming about what had happened, although to me it was so much like a beautiful dream. And so I lay for a while, watching the sunlight upon the closed curtains, re kindling thoughts of the night before, and re playing those wonderful feelings that Charles gave to me, so tender and so loving.

 

[Prometheus2]

Charles:

I didn’t want to leave her but I couldn’t sleep. Not in that bed. It was bad enough that I had made love her in her husbands bed but there was no way I could sleep there. She looked so peaceful and content I couldn’t bare to wake her, pull her from the dreams I knew she was having as she made small warm sounds and held her pillow close. No it was better that I leave, let her get a good nights sleep, go home and get one myself. I dressed quietly and turned to look at her one last time before leaving, I wanted to give her one more kiss but was afraid of waking her, wondering how she would feel when she woke and found me gone.

In the kitchen I searched for a piece of paper and a pen. Sitting down I wrote her a note.

Dear Sarah,

Last night was by far the most wonderful night of my life. Making love with you left me feeling more alive than I have felt for years. We NEED to be together. It’s as simple as that. Please say yes and go with me to New York. We can leave tomorrow evening. I’ll make all the arrangements while you shop and pack. Pack lightly though as you will want to shop in New York also and will have tons of clothes to wear during the week we are there and to bring back with you. The sky is the limit. All expenses will be charged to Lyton Industries. Be prepared to dine at the finest restaurants and see the latest Broadway shows. I will contact Ken and explain your absence from work. Leave it all to me.

Remember when you step on that plane you will become Mrs. James Taylor. I know it sounds wicked but after last night I think of you as being my wife, if only for a week. I want you Sarah, I love making love with you, I want to have that happen many times while we are together. Call me when you wake up, even if it is in the middle of the night, tell me how much you want me, tell me Yes you will come with me. Please!!

Love,
Charles

I took out my Company credit card and laid it on the table alongside of the note, and closed the door softly behind me.

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

I Showered and went to make myself breakfast. There on the kitchen table was a note and a credit card. I knew right away that Charles had left them there. I read the letter once and then again, just to make sure I was reading every detail. And the message was clear in his words…there was no need to rush that morning.

For one week I was going to be Mrs. James Taylor. It even said that on the credit card as I looked at it…James Taylor? Even the company credit card was in a false name, yet valid enough no doubt. Charles was definitely a man who liked to do business in a secretive way for the company. But then for a few brief moments I wondered how many Mrs. Taylor’s there had been in the past.

I called his mobile number. “Charles? It’s me, Sarah. You certainly are a secretive one. Why Taylor?” I asked. I heard his laugh and laughed with him.

“Why does it matter? It’s how I do business. So, what do you say? Are you going to join me? If not then you have the day off and a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, because I have arranged everything. Well…?”

“Yes, I’ll join you. Looks like you knew I would say yes anyway.”

“Good. Our flight leaves Heathrow at seven-thirty this evening. No going back or second thoughts now. I am looking forwards to this Sarah. And I know you are too. Trust me, things will be fine.”

“Charles,” I asked. “Say it to me, please. Tell me what I want to hear.” There was a long silence as he thought about it. Again I was putting him under pressure. “No, don’t say it. I know you love me. I will call you later. And, let me just say…I love you.”

I switched off the phone. I could not help it. Every time I thought about him I wanted to tell him how I felt. And even more now, because for one week, I am going to be someone else. My fantasy was about to become reality. That was all that mattered to me, there and then.

 

[Prometheus2]

Charles

I had put myself in a business mood and didn’t have the time to think about love, besides, What’s love got to do with it anyway. The next week was going to be one of complete abandon giving in to our every whim in and out of the bedroom as we enjoyed the freedom of being far away from home and the luxury of an endless supply of money. All I wanted at this point was to share this fantasy with Sarah.

Ken wasn’t happy when I told him until I showed him the photograph of the stunning blonde I had arranged to take Sarah's place. “I’m sure she would be willing to work after hours.” I added.

He changed his tune in a heartbeat making the necessary arrangements and covering for us. ‘A week with Sarah.” He mused as I was leaving. “You’re a lucky dog, Charles.

"You might just get lucky too." I replied throwing the photo of the blonde on his desk for him to ogle over until she showed up in the morning.

I made all the flight arrangements and took a quick trip around the park enjoying the spring like weather. I had never felt better before embarking on one of my special missions for Lyton industries than I did now. I took a quick shower dressed and changed my identity in two easy steps pulling all of my credit cards, licenses and -passports from my billfold and replacing them with James Taylor's. My Charles Newport identity went in the safe and I took a deep-breath I was James Taylor and would be him for the next week I had done this so many times I was used to it.

I hoped Sarah would find the same ease that would reflect her new financial and social situation. A new wardrobe would undoubtedly make her feel differently about herself I slipped on the wedding band I had purchased earlier that day and ran a comb through my hair. I was to meet her at the airport just in time to catch our flight out slipping quickly out of town before anyone saw us together. I had told her to call Alan as she didn’t need any surprise visits from him in her absence. Ken would back her story up if he called her at work. He would be happy for her ,with her promotion and her chance to travel as he had done .It would make him feel more comfortable with the choice he had made.

All the details were taken care of, I was at ease as I approached the Airport terminal. Sarah was waiting, she was stunning in her new clothes. I walked up to her and kissed her lightly “How’s Mrs. Taylor today.” I said softly.

She smiled and looked up at me “Never felt better .”. she grinned like a Cheshire cat , “Mrs. Taylor’s ready for her second honeymoon.”

“Mr. Taylor is too.” I added. “ I’ve been waiting for this for years”.

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

It felt so much like a honeymoon as we boarded the plane. Here was I about to embark on a fantastic time with a gorgeous man. I regarded myself as lucky and no longer lonely. I was full of excitement like a teenager and my existing life, as a married woman did not even take precedence anymore.

Of course I had to get used to calling him James. “Call me Jimmy.” He insisted. I smiled at him and snuggled up close to him in the seats. But then I felt so relaxed and must have slept most of the journey. Only when I felt him move did I wake.

“Sorry I have to visit the bathroom.” He stood and made his way down the aisle as I watched him, still half dazed from the heavy sleep. Then a tap on my shoulder startled me.

“I know you.” The man’s voice said as I looked up. I could not recognise him at all. He was large framed and middle-aged. His smile told me he was thinking mischievously about something. “Yes I do Miss. I know you.” Then I realised that if this person knew me then he would surely know Alan. I came back to my senses very quickly and tried to think about my situation. The man just grinned at me.

“Michael! Stop bothering the passengers!” The woman took hold of the man’s arm, and then looked down at me. “I’m sorry about that. You will have to excuse my brother, he is always doing this. Unfortunately he isn’t quite…”

I understood right away. He was mentally impaired and thought that he knew me. Oh my god, I was so relieved. “It’s ok.” I replied, but my heart was still beating fast as Charles returned.

“Ay! What happened to you hun? You’re not airsick are you by any chance?”

 

[Prometheus2]

Charles:

After she told me the story about her mishap, I reasured her that our secret would be safe in the U.S.A. That if anybody approached her claiming to know her she should just ignore them, even if indeed she I know them. There were certainly enough people that were much alike and if she didn’t speak or look directly at whoever it was, they would soon lose interest thinking they had made a mistake.

“It happens every day. dont worry so much, if you call me Jimmy and I refer to you as honey or some other endearment, we will do just.”

“We’re almost there now,” I exclaimed as the Statue of Liberty came into sight and the announcement to fasten seatbelts was made.

“Our bags will be brought to our hotel room, I have made all the arrangements.” I explained as the Taxi whisked us away.

I had made other arrangements also and looked forward to the look of excitement in her eyes when she would see the flowers, brightly packaged gifts that I had ordered and a light snack already being prepared by the hotel staff.

“Nothing but the best for my blushing bride.” I had told the manager on the phone.

The whole staff seemed to be there to congratulate us and treat us like we were honeymooners. As we enterd our suite I heard Sarah gasp. And I too was impressed by the sight that greeted us.

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

It was like walking into a royal wedding suite. I wondered just how much this man was capable of? There were gifts and flowers everywhere and when I pulled back the quilt on the bed…there were rose petals scattered on the sheets. Charles stood behind me as we both looked down at the bed. His hands gripped my waist and then moved upwards, clasping my breasts through my dress in such an affectionate way. “Shall we?” he whispered into my ear, nibbling it so gently and sending tingles through me like tiny electric shocks.

“Shall we what?” I replied turning to kiss. His hand held my face and the kiss grew passionate. I was desperate for his love and he knew it. He began to remove my jacket and I slowly unfastened his necktie. More clothing was removed by both of us as we progressed. There was no rush…everything was done in an easy relaxed time until we were both down to our underwear.

He wore his shorts, and I was left with my thong as he lay me down on the petal-covered sheets, still kissing. “I think there is champagne in that ice bucket…” I told him.

Charles reached over and took out the bottle from the ice. It was one of the very expensive ones, and instead of filling the glasses he began to shake it slightly, popped the cork with a bang and let it overflow all over me. It was cold and I screamed with both laughter and shock, wanting to get up and grab hold of him, but he pushed me back against the now drenched sheets, pouring more of it over my neck and breasts slowly. This time I watched in silence as he continued to pour on downwards between my thighs. “Just helping those juices flow.” He whispered, moving closer to kiss me. “Have you ever had a champagne bottle inserted?” he asked.

“Not really.” I replied grinning. His suggestion was both very erotic and outrageous. I never thought for one moment that he would do it. That was, until he began to remove my thong very slowly. I watched him, helping him manoeuvre the already champagne soaked items down my legs until they were free and open. He glanced up at me and smiled as he placed the neck of the bottle between my open petals. “I don’t believe I’m letting you do this.”

“Well, it’s what all rich and famous honeymooning couples do so I’m told.”

“Lucky them.” I replied, my grin turning into a gasp as I felt the cold bottle enter. “Don’t hurt me…” I pleaded in a whisper, knowing that he would never intentionally do me any harm.

Charles was a sexual explorer and that became very obvious as I let him screw me very slowly with the champagne bottle.

My moans turned to screams of pleasure as I gripped the sheets. I could see his cock getting harder in his shorts and I reached inside to take it in my hand, stroking him as he pleasured me.
The early morning sunshine cascaded through the windows, scattering its warm golden light onto both our bodies as we played our erotic game. This time there was no restricted feelings. We did what we both enjoyed, for the sake of it.

 

[Prometheus2]

Charles:

As our erotic play continued I became more and more aroused savoring the attention she was giving my cock with her stroking hand and watching the champayne bottle's neck dissapear in betweeen her swollen petals. With my free hand I pulled my shorts off and stepped out of them.

Now able to explore more freely Sarahs fingers feeling a stream of precum ebbing from my cocktip gathered it up and spread the hot liquid down the length of my shaft and around my balls. her hand moved slowly towards her face and her fingers slipped between her lips. Tthrough half open eyes she expressed her pleasure as she licked her fingers clean.

I returned my gaze to her body while I caressed her breast with one hand and continued to screw her with the champayne bottle, twisting as I pushed it in and out. I pulled it free to raise it to my lips sucking the clear liquid that had gathered in the mouth of the bottle. I licked my lips savoring the combined taste of the last drops of champayne and Sarahs nectar.

Setting the bottle down I turned Sarah around so that her legs were at the edge of the bed. With both hands I spread her petals exposing her deep red portal and her vibrant clitoris.

“You’re beautifull, Sarah, I want you.” I whispered and then kneeled on one knee to kiss her softly between her thighs. Standing up again I moved closer and as he rhand came down to guie me I entered her slowly. Once again we were connected this time with the freedom of lovers about to begin a new journey.

The journey began, slowly and methodically sharing the feelings of filling and being filled, stroking and being stroked. Each stroke became more intense building a tension, a demand for release not to be denied. We both watched in fascination as my cock slid in and out glistening with our juices and throbbing in anticpation. Just as I was about to cum I pulled free from her and slid my shaft along her clit and over her mound. He eyes opened wide feeling the hardness against her clit and knowing that we both would see me cum. My body arched agains hers as my cum streamed out and up covering her soft stomach welling up in her navel and streaming higher toward her breasts. Her eager hands cupped my cock urging the last of my cum out and then slick with moisture kneaded her breasts.

 

[Sienna]

That feel of his long deep cock pushing into me and brushing my clit as it did each time was so amazing. I was in total ecstasy just like the last time, but this time it was even better. We were miles from home and away from a place that I was familiar with. Neutral territory, and I could hide behind the fact that we were pretending to be a couple, as man and wife. I was living the fantasy for real.

It did not take long before I was cumming, riding the orgasm, intense pleasure waves surging through me as I screamed out for more. This time I really did cum and there was no doubt about it, Charles knew. I spread his charge over my breasts and then urged him to come closer and lick the mix of champagne and man-cum. His teeth gently bit my nipples, his tongue savoured every drop as he licked and sucked, keeping me high and running and then slowly allowing me to relax into a satisfying calm.

“You ok?” he asked. I sat up and held his face in my hands so that I could kiss him. The taste of our sex was so intoxicating. “I want more…” I replied. And I did want more. I was not done with him yet. I took his hand and sucked his fingers one at a time as he watched.

“Oh fuck!…I love it.” He said as I sucked. The idea was working, making him feel it and at the same time showing him what I wanted next. I needed to suck his cock and give him every pleasure by doing it. But he needed to rest, to get hard again, and I would help him.

I urged him to sit on the edge of the bed so that I could place myself between his open thighs. I pushed him back so that he lay across the bed. Then I took his cock, and sucked it gently, tasting him and feeling him getting harder and harder.

I wanted it so badly. I wanted him so badly. I could feel him gripping as I sucked him deep and slow, almost gagging on his huge cock. I was so horny and I knew I was driving him crazy. And when he stood proud once more I licked the underside of his shaft, watching him enjoying it as he looked back at me. He was all mine now…under my power and control, to do, as I wanted.
And what I wanted was a long slow ride to orgasmic heaven. Knowing that he would last the distance, allowing me to cum over and over before he came himself.

I pushed him back and slid down onto him, taking his full length inside of me. Allowing his hands to grip my hips and I was wide and ready this time. Slowly I rode him, taking us both where we wanted to go. For me it was the ultimate in sexual fantasy and pleasure and I loved it…I wanted that feeling to last forever…and ever.

He tried to raise his hands to by breasts…but I stopped him, replacing them on my hips, whispering to him to take it easy. Soon I was in the flow of it…screaming out loud my calls of ecstasy, one wave after another until I felt him his hot stream shoot deep into me. It was unexpected, but atleast he lasted that distance I wanted.

We relaxed as I fell into his arms. His cuddles welcoming. But then reality started to bite as we both realised we had just had unprotected sex. He had cum inside of me and I thanked god that I had took precautions.

 

[Prometheus2]

As The last waves of pleasure washed over me, As the echos of her screams of primal release echoed in my ears, as my cock emersed pulsing deep within her spewed out the last of my cum, I knew.

I knew that I could never let her go, that I loved her and and I would do anything needed to keep us together.

As we returned to reality, as we cuddled, a feeling of protectiveness came over me. I felt as if she were totally mine not just because she had given herslf so completely to me but because I wanted to give her back what she needed most. I knew what she wanted me to say even though at this moment of tenderness it was far from her mind.

I gently pulled away from her so taht we were laying side by side in the bed and I could look deep in her eyes. with one hand cradling her head my fingers threaded through her hair, I held her. my other hand slowly traced a path accross her lips, over her cheek, down to the hollow of her throat. Slowly I moved my hand downward as we watched, as it circled her breasts one at a time moved downward to her tummy and into the damp curls covering her mound. I cupped my hand and held this wonderful warm place, the tips of my fingers against the wet folds of her sex. I drew in my breath.

"Sarah." I said softly. "You're beautifull." I returned my gaze upward, she looked back through misty eyes. You're beautiful and you're wonderfull. It's never been like this for me before. Whatever happens I will never forget this time."

She put her finger to my lips. Shhhh, I know Richard.", as if she did know. Know what I was about to say, but not wanting it to be forced or rehearsed.

It wasn't, I felt it in every bone and muscle in muy body, the words coursed through my mind, my soul. Before I crushed her lips to mine I said it, before she could object again I told her the truth.

"I love You Sarah. I've loved you from the moment I set eyes on you, maybe I didn't even know it then but I did. I'll always love you."

The kiss, her mouth on mine, her eager acceptance of my words, my actions, added to the wonderfull euphoric finish of our lovemaking. I wasn't afraid what the results of my cuming inside her would bring. I pulled her into my arms, my hand still covering her sex, protecting it.

"What ever happens." I whispered. "I will be here for you and...."

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

It was what I wanted to hear him say. I needed to feel his words telling me as he spoke them. Because to me right there and then, Charles was everything to me. It filled me full of pleasure and the kiss more meaningful.

“Whatever happens…I will be here for you…” He said. Again I pressed my fingers against his lips to stop him from saying something he could not live with. Like all men after making love, they become overtaken by emotions; say things that they cannot promise. I knew I had made him love me, as I wanted him to. But I had to give him chance to think first before letting him commit further. I only wanted to hear him say it for now and hoped that he meant it.

“I want you to know Charles, I love you too. Of that there is no doubt in my mind. But…”

“Yes?”

I gazed back into his eyes and gave him a reassuring smile before parting his caressing fingers from my sex to kiss them, savouring our love juices upon them. Then I sat up beside him and held my knees. “Lets shower…race you to the bathroom.”

I leapt off the bed quickly and he followed in chase as we inspected the immaculate bathroom complete with Jacuzzi. He caught me and hugged me around the waist lifting me from the tiled floor to kiss my shoulders and neck playfully. I played along…but then the realisation of what we were doing hit home. This was still a game…our shared fantasy.

 

[Prometheus2]

The fantasy continued, even though back in my mind I knew it would end in one weeks time and things might change between us. Somehow I felt that if I could just maintain keep the momentum of our love we could accept the change when it came.

Nothing remains the same, I told myself to placate my mind, enjoy this moment while it lasts.

And there was so much to enjoy as I held her naked in my arms her warm and supple body radiating love and desire. Mine, filled with wanting to please her in every way possible.

I looked around to see where our next sexual adventure would take place. "Hmmm, the Jucuzzi or the shower...? I whispered in her ear.

"You choose, my love." she whispered.

It wasn't long before the air was filled with steamy mist as in the shower we took turns making sure each and every part of each others bodies were squeeky clean. We giggled feeling rather than seeing as we literly gropped and eagerly washed each other giving much attention to the places where we had been joined so completely just a while ago. Once more we shared the intimacy of touching and being touched, stroking and being stroked, loving and being loved. So intent were we that we didn't notice the water becoming incresingly colder until it was too late and drove us screamimg out and into the Jacuzzi. Emersed in the hot swirling water we caught our breaths and beagn to relax. Pulling her into my lap I encirled her body with my crossed arms my hands softly cupping her breasts.

It felt so good just holding Sarah this way I didn't have a care in the world, what more could a man want or need unless...I heard a soft knock on the door. Perfect timing I thought as I remembered that I had told the manager to send us up some lunch at 1:00.

Sarah looked at me a question in her eyes.

"Excuse me." I said as I stepped out of the bath and wrapping a towel around me headed for the door. I heard footsteps fading in the hall and knew my instructions had been followed. I opened the door to find our luch cart laden with food waiting for us.

"Hungry?" I said as I wheeled the cart toward the Jacuzzi.

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

I lay into his soft cuddle. He was so perfect in every way and I always dreamt of meeting someone like Charles. He was himself my dream come true and for one week…he was all mine. I was determined to make it last and worry about the future when it came.

There was a knock on the door and Charles eased me to one side of the Jacuzzi. “Excuse me.” He said as I watched him get out, wrap a towel around his waist and leave the bathroom to answer whoever it was. I wondered who it could be and at the same time I did not want our peace and quiet disturbing. Within minutes he returned wheeling in the lunch cart. “Hungry…I hope so, because lunch is served.”

I leaned forward to look at what was on the cart and playfully grabbed the towel around his waist, pulling it free from him. “I know what I’d like to have for lunch.” I said, looking at his gorgeous cock. “But, my other appetite says I need food right now.”

Together we laughed and he took out another chilled bottle of champagne. “And look! More of this stuff too…this time I think we should use the glasses.” He said grinning. “Maybe we can leave some for later and finish off what we started earlier.”

Charles leapt back into the Jacuzzi, sending water swaying and spilling over the sides. “I hope you are hungry…because we both need the energy.” He grabbed a plate with chicken drumsticks, offered me one and I took it. As he watched I nibbled at it sensually, using my tongue to simulate oral action that I wanted to do to him and the message was clear I think as he grinned his reply.

“When are we going to see this wonderful city?” I asked.

“What do you want to see? I thought you liked this part right here. Everything we want and when we want. We are on honeymoon and technically, we should remain here for as long as possible like proper honeymooners do.”

He popped open the bubbly and poured two glasses. “No seriously Sarah, I have a plan all worked out for us.” We entwined arms and drank from the glasses. “You are going to love it, I promise.” Then we kissed softly. I was so mesmerised by his stare, I could not take my eyes from him.

I so much wanted him again and again and again…forever if it was ever possible.

We ate lunch and chatted for a while, getting high on the bubbly and satisfied our hunger. It had been some time since we last had anything to eat. Charles told me briefly about some of his adventures all around the world as a special company representative as well as a photographer.

“This city, that never sleeps, really does never sleep.” He began. “The last time I was here, I spent more than forty-eight hours here in total and I only slept four of them. I tell you, it was fantastic. And I want to share the same experience as I did then with you, this time round.”

“So what did you get up to?” I asked.

“Oh no…I want to surprise you. I know a place that you are just going to love.”

“Awww…please tell me?” I snuggled into him. “If you don’t I’ll tickle you until you do.”

“No hun, I’m not ticklish. So tickle me all you like…I’m not telling you. You will find out soon enough.”

 

[Prometheus2]

Even though she tried hard to get my cooperation by tickling me it was no use and finally she sighed and gave up. We finished our lunch and stepping out of the tub helped each other dry off.

"Tell me Charles." she said again. "So I know how to dress. I smiled this was the request that I needed to start out playing the next game of fantasy.

"Start by wearing a smile, darling." I said admiring her naked body as she put her hands on her hips and pouted.

"Give me something to smile about." she quiped looking at my limp penis.

I tensed my pubic muscles making my limp cock jerk to the side and somewhat upwards. Of course she couldn't help but smile even though she tried not to.

"Thats better." I concluded. "Nnow open this package." I picked up a square deep brightly decorated box and handed it to her.

Eagerly she took it from me and like a child at Christmas began to tear at the ribbons and coloured paper. Removing the cover she gasped as she reached in and pulled out a silk floor length evening gown. She held it to her face feeling the smooth silky texture of the fabric.
I gasped, surprised at how the pale blue brought out the creammy smoothness of her skin and enhanced her hair and eyes.

"Put it on." my voice was husky with desire. "But wait." I handed her another small package Inside she found a dark blue thong. She looked deeper in the box.
"No bra." she asked?

No bra.' I answered."With this dress there is no need for one"

Examining the bodice she realized what I meant. Quickly anxious now herself, she stepped into the thong and turning wiggled her bum to tease me as she slipped it up her legs between her thighs and around her waist.

I chuckled and when she turned back around handed her the gown. just as quickly she slipped into the gown pulling it up around her breasts.Shoulderless it clung to her like it was part of her. I reached into the large box and pulled out a wrap, a darker blue that matched her thong.

I looked her over and smiled. " Hmmmmm maybe just a little tighter in the bodice, we don't want it falling down." She pouted my way and then giggled at the thought.

"Take it off." I pretended to be stern and she thought maybe I wanted her to do a striptease. Her hands went to the hem to pull it up before pulling it down and give me a show of legs and thighs. I turned away from her and taking the phone made a quick call. "A seamstress." I said simply turning back to see a look of confusion. "The gown needs some adjusting and pressing too, it's wrinkled from being folded in the box." Determined to do her little dance she spun around and slid one side of the bodice down expsosing one round full breast and the n the other. she turneher back to me and pulled her hem up above he ass and did a bump and grind turning she smiled slyly with onehand holding upthe cloth the other hand slipped quickly into her thong and stroked seductively between her thighs. pulling her hand away she dropped her dress and did a curtsie and a bow.

There was soft knock at the door and I put a robe on. I went to the door let the seamstress in she measured and excused herself to stand outside of the door while Sarah undressed.

"Another surprise." Sarah exclaimed as she tore again at ribbons and paper. This time she found a pair of silk lounging pajamas she slipped into them and then gasped as she discovered they were of french design with a very obvious opening between the legs. "Oh my!" she said "I've never."

"Shall we?" I suggested my voice now husky with uncontrolable desire. I backed her up against the wall and cupping her bums lifted her up and onto my body, her legs went around my waist and as she crossed her ankles she lifted herself upwards. Reaching underneath her I widened the opening in the cloth and my cock springing free from my robe found the heat of her pussy. Her arms encircled my neck and our mouths came together. Once again we united in passion and in love, as my cock sunk deep into her pussy.

 

[Sienna]

Sarah...

I held onto him, my arms around his neck feeling the love in his kisses. The deep thrusting of his cock as I jerked and jerked in a slow rhythm until we both reached our breathtaking climax.

We remained silent for a while. My head and back resting against the wall I looked back at him, into those gorgeous hypnotic eyes. “Are you going to tell me about this place Charles?” I asked.
“Wait and see. I promise you will love it.”

I felt his cock slowly soften inside me and I looked at him with a grin as I clenched and pushed it free. “How about another go?” I asked teasing him with my tongue against the tip of his nose.

“Know what? You really do love your sex don’t you?” He asked. I nodded my reply silently with a smile. “Guess what hun? I like it that you like it too.” We gazed at each other and slowly drew into a deep passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. And I wondered if he knew how much I wanted him.

The seamstress knocked on the door. “Excuse me…are you two free?” she said. Charles and I had forgotten about her during our moment of blissful passion and we laughed. He lowered me to the floor and dashed to answer her, tying his robe together, then let her in.

“OK, this is what we want.” Charles began to explain. “I want you to make the necessary adjustments to the gown and maybe tidy it up so that its ready for my wife to wear in say…four hours. Is that possible? Name any price you need to charge?”

When I heard him say those words…”for my wife.” I felt a warm tingle down my spine and wished so much that it could be true.

The seamstress looked at me with her dark latin eyes and smiled.
“Sir, Madam, I will have your gown back here in two hours, I promise.”