Chasing Rainbows (17 page)

As he took it into his mouth he felt a great comfort and began to suck, taking as much of her breast into his mouth, as he could.

His hand gently squeezed and kneaded the soft malleable orb.

“
More,” she whispered.

George's hand left her breast, moving down to her belly. It was slightly rounded, a sign of her gift to humanity, twice. It added to her sex appeal.

George liked a woman with curves, although rarely got one, air stewardesses were like stick insects and not very nice to the touch.

He did not like stroking bones covered in paper thin skin. This was so different.

George continued to suck on the nipple that now matched the hardness between his legs.

He slowly stroked her belly before moving his hand lower to explore further.

He moved his head and found her mouth, beginning to kiss her as his hand forced its way between her legs, which made her gasp.

To George's surprise Olivia was already wet and as he began to rub her button of love he had to control the mounting passion in his greedy erection.

He so wanted to enter her now but knew that if he waited , it would make a difference to the ultimate moment when he planned to explode inside her.

As he rubbed his hand backwards and forwards he felt the swelling on her button responding to his touch.

He rubbed harder and moved ever nearer to the tunnel of mystery that he was so excited about.

George stopped kissing Olivia and watched for the expression on her face to change as he thrust his finger inside her.

He felt the juices trickle out and wet his hand. Slowly he began to move his finger about and then another finger joined the first one.

Her eyes widened as he hit the G spot with such force that she cried out. He felt no resistance as he put in a third finger whilst savouring the ecstatic look on Olivia's face.

He knew he was bringing her to the point of no return when he suddenly stopped what he was doing and raised his wet fingers to her lips.

Olivia began to suck on the fingers that had invaded her privacy and left her throbbing down below, her eyes never leaving George's face.

He was lost in the gaze that showed him her soul and slipped into his.

Not many people got to see George but she was seeing him now.

George went down to lick the juice that confirmed the willingness of a body tasting so nice. He wanted to repeat the experience.

He thought, “Leave her a while and then go for round two”.

George pushed Olivia away so that he could see all of her spread out before him on the bed.

“
God, you are so beautiful” he said as he looked her up and down.

In a flash he rolled her onto her back and pushed her legs open, thrusting himself inside her with such force that she screamed out and wrapped her legs round him to pull him in closer.

They began to move in unison, her hips dancing the love dance that kept her wet and moaning.

George knew what to do, he knew how to pleasure a woman. He had enough practice.

This was ultimately the best ever.

He rolled to the side, never leaving her , never withdrawing but moving into a position so that he could continue his penetration and also rub her clitoris at the same time.

Her orgasm hit him, like a running tap, she was out of this world and he continued to thrust and thrust, deeper and deeper.

He held his orgasm and rolled her onto her belly.

Automatically Olivia came up onto her knees , her pert bottom high up in the air leaving nothing to the imagination, the juices running down to meet him.

The wetness sending him an invitation he could not refuse.

George put his penis to her mouth of passion and with one thrust entered her quickly, firmly and brutally, with such force he knew he was at the point of no return. He felt his thighs hit the back of her legs and he slapped her buttocks hard with his free hand.

Olivia screamed , “Fuck me, fuck me harder” and then began to moan.

The sound of total sexual fulfilment echoed round the room. George obliged; even the most genteel of ladies forgot themselves at times like this.

He lost himself in her words and dripping love tunnel.

A thousand fireworks popped in his head as he began to spasm and his manhood began to spit inside her with such fervour, there was no holding back now.

Olivia moaned as her orgasm met George's at the same time. Her juices mingling with his sperm in that precious moment when two became one.

Never in a million years would George have expected this from a woman like Olivia.

She had proved herself and knew exactly what she was doing, she knew how to please a man.

No words passed between them, she smiled at him, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

George watched her as she slept.

He pulled her close, into his arms and fell asleep, not stirring until the alarm went at five.

George rose, dressed, kissed Olivia on the forehead.

She slept on in oblivion. He returned to his room to prepare for the day.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It was a pure coincidence that Olivia and George happened to enter the dining room together the following morning.

Olivia found it disconcerting that they were the last ones in, as some of the group turned and smiled at them.

Were they knowing smiles? The sort of smile that says, 'we know what you've been doing!'

As they were getting their food, Olivia whispered to George, “Do you think they know?”

George ignored her. He was trying to distance himself now, trying to build a bridge between them quickly, so as not to be too familiar and give the game away.

“George?”, Olivia repeated his name.

Without looking George said, “How should I know” and promptly went and sat down.

There were only two places left and Olivia had no choice but to sit down opposite him.

Jo looked across and grinned at George whilst Heather sent him a smile.

Olivia tucked into her breakfast as though she hadn't eaten for days.

The passionate workout last night left her ravenous.

George was astounded at the amount of food such a little person could put away.

As they drank their coffees George pondered on last night's session. He had no conscience; sex was sex.

He wondered why he was feeling something for this woman and he was now in dangerous territory as he never got attached to the women he slept with.  They were just bodies to him and served a purpose.

He felt that he had somehow taken her away from the group, she was apart and alone. She was marked.

George felt uncomfortable as people got up to leave the table. He wasn't stupid, they knew what went on last night.

He told them he would be out front with the mini bus in half an hour as they left him sitting there with Olivia.

Something did not feel right and George did not know what it was. His gut instinct screamed at him as he noticed that each one ignored Olivia as they left.

She was staring into her coffee looking lost and lonely.

The rest of the day went well as they travelled across country to Michelstadt. Olivia sat at the back of the bus. She was very quiet. Usually the life and soul of the party but not today.

They reached the Weinheim Hotel at five, giving them a few hours to relax before going to dinner at the tourist office.

George parked the mini bus at the back of the hotel and headed for his room.

He poured himself a whisky and lay on the bed running through the events of the previous night, reliving the moments with Olivia.

He remembered every minute, every move, every moan and every whisper.

As he felt her above and below him the privacy between his legs moved in anticipation of what might happen now.

He went for a shower and did what men do when they need relief from a throbbing problem.

Clean, refreshed and spent, George pulled on a pair cream slacks and a denim shirt, before splashing on some cologne and heading for the bar.

He was happy and whistled as he strolled down the corridor to the next whisky.

The traditional Bier Keller was dimly lit. Jo and Heather were sitting in a corner, heads bent and deep in conversation. It looked rather serious.

George ordered a beer and walked across to them. “May I join you ladies?” he asked politely.

They looked up rather startled. Was that embarrassment he saw run across their faces?

“
I haven't interrupted anything have I?” he continued, “if it is private I can sit elsewhere”.

Jo smiled, patted the seat beside her, “No problem it was just girl talk”.

They both looked very uncomfortable, as though found out for doing something wrong.

They fell into an awkward silence which seemed to go on forever.

George asked them if they were enjoying themselves and looking forward to going home in a few days.

They both answered, “Yes” together.

George looked at them wondering what it was they were hiding. Something was not adding up here and George always trusted his instincts.

His mind stopped worrying about the unknown when he heard Garth and Rachel laughing as they entered the bar.

Noisy as ever, they ran across to George and sat down, bringing laughter to a muted corner of the room.

George began to wonder where Olivia was, watching the doorway he was disappointed by each new face that entered the room.

George left the others to chatter and went to the bar to order another drink.

He began a conversation with two Germans about the state of the world, the Deutch Mark and world currency.

George looked at his watch, it was nearly time to leave.

He said his goodbyes to his chatting companions and walked over to Heather asking, “Where is she?” Heather shrugged replying, “ How should I know, we share a room, I am not her keeper, maybe she is getting ready?”

George didn't like Heather's attitude, there was definitely something amiss.

As they gathered to go outside nobody mentioned Olivia. Nobody seemed to care at all. Suddenly he heard a voice, “Wait for me please.”

He turned to see Olivia running across reception. Looking as beautiful as ever.

The others did not stop, nor did they turn round, they just carried on out of the door.

As George waited for her he decided the women must have squabbled over something: putting it down to the bitching that can go on when they are together twenty four seven.

Women took on roles that were less than complimentary as they became a pack and one would be singled out as fair game.

Was that it? Had they ganged up on Olivia for some reason?

“
I thought you weren't coming, we will be late,” he said as he took her by the arm and ushered her out of the door into the street.

Kevin drove to the venue leaving George space to mull over the thoughts in his head. His theory of women, groups and bitches was confirming itself.

Olivia was being singled out by the others for some reason. He didn't think Linda was part of what was going on, although he could be wrong.

George decided that perhaps he might get Linda on her own later and see if she would give anything away.

He was fascinated by women, he found them to be multi faceted creatures. They were quite disturbing, particularly when in a pack.

Olivia sat next to George at dinner, she hardly spoke. Was he imagining it or was there now a wall between them?

It did not stop him feeling the sadness that she was now carrying. Did she regret the night before?

George knew he didn't regret one single moment. It was one of the best sexual encounters he ever had and there were many over the years.

His mind wandered to one of his favourite songs, 'Right next door (because of me), by Robert Cray. 'It's because of me, it's because of me', began to float round his mind, 'she was just another notch on my guitar' was now resounding and he closed his eyes wondering, “Was it because of me?”

George shook his head, no use in dwelling, and tucked into his sauerkraut.

After dinner they walked across the road to a night club. It took a while for Georges eyes to adjust to the darkness, he peered inside wondering what the night would bring.

A table was reserved for them.  It was covered in unopened bottles of wine and beer.

George loved his job, it was good to have free alcohol and made the nights fun.

He thought if he could get Olivia drunk there might be a repeat performance that no doubt would be even better than last night.