Interlude (3 page)

Her inhibitions gone, she ran her hands over
his body with renewed vigor. Trailing her fingers along his back,
she took note of Cal's shoulder muscles as her nails pressed gently
on them through his linen shirt. It's as if her mind still doubted
all of the sensations, and her French-tipped nails had been sent in
to do recon. Her moan is stifled by their kissing as she hooks a
finger into the front of his pants at the top of his belt. As she
inserts her finger in between his pants and shirt, Cal could feel
her trace a line along the top of his boxer briefs. Gently tugging,
she managed to find the skin of his lower abs, her fingers gently
brushing his happy trail. He couldn’t help but gasp as her finger
nail gently brushed his skin. As Cal shifted about to move his
hands, she countered with her free hand so that she could reach
deeper into his slacks, to grasp what she had come here for. Her
mind no longer in control, her body now giving directions as she
gently touched his manhood. She can feel the warmth as she pulls
them close together. Their bodies so entwined that they can feel
each other’s beating hearts.

Cal reaches up to feel her heart, his hand
reflexively moving to cup her supple breasts. He felt the lace of
her bra through the silk as she reached up to run her hand through
his hair. Stumbling over themselves, they both move toward the
couch just behind them. Cal ends up on the bottom of the pile as
she straddles his lap, hiking up her skirt so that she can sit
astride him. Cal notices casually that her panties are now visible,
pressed into his lap against the fabric of his pants.

“Wait-wait. I need to slow down! I...., I
don't even know you real name yet”. She says, eyes fluttering open
from the throes of passion.

“Good point, I guess we can stop using our
screen names now”. Cal says with a slight chuckle. As she stands up
off of the couch, Cal reaches his hand up in mock formality. As if
they are to negotiate a deal of some kind.

“I’m Karen”, she says with a demure smile. He
voice still denoting a slight quiver as she regains her
composure.

“I'm Cal. It's very nice to meet you!” He
says while returning his own stupid smile.

“I got room service. They had some kind of
complimentary romantic snack pack, so I got that.” Cal said,
gesturing to the cart in the entryway.

“Snack pack?” Karen asked with a quizzical
smile.

“You know, fresh strawberries, champagne”, he
rifled through the contents of the basket on the cart, “uh...
whipped cream? Hmm, I bet we could find a use for that”. He said,
deftly uncapping the can with his thumb. Karen had made her way
over to inspect the contents of the basket as well, “I'm so
hungry!” She thought to herself. She rested her hand on Cal's waist
as he fumbled with a strawberry.

Turning around, Cal saw a look in her eyes.
Like a kitten that was waiting her turn at the milk dish. Without
thinking, he squirted a dollop of whipped cream on the strawberry
he was holding. Realizing too late that the warm can had a built a
little too much pressure, the dollop turned into a
less-than-graceful spurt that found its way right onto Karen's
face. He quietly took in Karen's new look with a slight smile. She
had a spray of whipped cream that landed on her right cheek and
streamed down over her full lips and to her chin. Her eyes blinking
in astonishment, she held her lips parted in surprise as she
reached up to wipe the offending cream with her finger.

Cal grabbed her hand. He put her finger in
his mouth to suck off the cream. She gasped with surprise and
pleasure as he quickly moved from her finger to her chin, gently
sucking and kissing as he made his way up to her beautiful lips.
Staying there, he could taste her through the whipped cream as
their tongues met again, gently touching and probing one another.
Seized again by pure burning need, Cal found himself pushing her
toward the bedroom. Karen, in her distracted state, felt her way
behind her as this man pushed her backwards toward the bed waiting
in the sunlit room.

She could feel the soft comforter on the back
of her thighs as Cal finally navigated his way to the bed, not
wanting to release her from his lips. Karen marveled at how
persistent, yet gentle, he was. She could feel his firm legs
through his trousers as they brushed hers. With Cal now standing
above her, she could see his visible bulge pushing against his
pants. She reached out to caress his manhood through the fabric,
glancing up to watch him tilt his head back and moan as she did.
She gently tugged at his belt until it fell open, allowing her to
pull his pants down. Cal gasped with surprise as she quickly pulled
out his impressive manhood, and placed her mouth gently on the tip.
Tentatively kissing and tonguing the head, she slowly advanced
until she could feel him at the back of her throat. His salty
taste, and the feeling of his gentle throbbing, made her swoon with
pleasure. She began a rhythmic in and out motion, caressing his
manhood with her tongue. After a while, he placed his hands on her
shoulders, and slowly pulled himself out of her mouth.

Pushing her down onto the bed, He reached up
and began undoing the buttons on her top. After the last button, he
pulled her top open and slid it out from underneath her. At the
same time, Karen had wriggled her way out of the tight skirt, as it
lay pooled at the foot of the bed. She was reaching down to fumble
with the buckles of her shoes when she noticed Cal kneeling beside
her on the bed. He was pondering her quietly as she continued in
vain to remove her shoes. “Why had she chosen the ones with the
ankle straps?” She thought to herself.

“Allow me.” Cal said quietly. Reaching down,
he hooked his finger into the buckle and undid it with uncanny
expertise. He did the same with the other foot. Karen could hear
the soft thump that her shoes made as Cal tossed them into the
corner of the room. As he stood up, he placed his hands on her
thighs. His legs pressed up against the inside of hers.

“You look incredible!” Cal said in quiet
astonishment. He gazed at her, marveling at how the sunlight
spilled across her body. He began undoing the buttons on his shirt
when Karen sat up and grabbed his hands. She slowly moved to finish
the unbuttoning, taking her time as her fingers brushed his ab
muscles through the shirt. As the last button came free, she opened
the shirt and firmly pulled down, causing it to join her skirt in a
pile at their feet. She marveled at his body. “He has been going to
the gym! “She thought to herself as the sun glinted off his, now
sweaty, chest and abs.

“You're one to talk! How much have you been
working out these days? I could bounce a quarter off your stomach!”
Karen joked as her fingers trailed down his body.

“Heh, thanks,” Cal blushed as he reached down
to undo her bra. Karen felt his hands move around to her back to
get at the clasps of her bra. Her hands reached back to assist him,
knowing how hard the thing was to get on. She felt the straps
loosen as the bra finally came unhooked. Cal removed her bra with a
flourish like a magician would use at the end of his trick,
flicking his wrist as the bra found its resting place next to her
shoes.

“TA DA!” Cal said. He noticed that Karen had
reflexively cupped her hands over her bare breasts. He gently took
both of her wrists in his hands, and pinned them up above her head,
falling in unison as he pinned her to the bed again. Karen was
feeling the softness of the comforter against her arms and back
when Cal started kissing and sucking her right nipple. She inhaled
so quickly that she emitted a quick shriek that melted into a quiet
moan. As Cal rolled her nipple around in his mouth, she could feel
one of his hands moving down between her thighs. As she slowly
parted her legs, his hand went to work trying to find its way into
her garter belt and panties. His hand came to rest on top,
caressing her through the lacy fabric as he switched nipples. Karen
wanted to feel his touch, to have him against her bare skin. She
wrestled her hands free so she could take off the panties, but they
were hopelessly entwined with the garter belt. She resigned to
ripping through the underwear and tossed them aside. Like
floodwater at a straining levy, Cal's hand found its way to her
body. He gently caressed her pink folds, his fingers gliding over
her. When his fingers stumbled onto the soft bulb of her clitoris,
she cried out in ecstasy. He kept his fingers there, working into a
rhythm that Karen's hips were now feverishly trying to match. She
felt herself losing control, climbing higher and higher. All at
once, his hand stopped moving. She managed a slightly disappointed
exhalation as Cal stood to undress all the way.

“Not yet.” He said. “I want to be inside you
when you come.” With that, he reached into his pants pocket on the
floor. As he struggled with a condom wrapper, Karen took the
opportunity to run her hands along his legs. She was reaching
behind him to feel his tight rear end when he finished rolling it
on. He pushed her back on the bed again, this time keeping his legs
between hers.

Karen could feel the cold, lubricated tip of
the condom brush her legs as Cal climbed on top of her. As he
maneuvered his hips into position Karen grasped at his waist,
pulling him into her with all her will. She wanted this so bad, and
she had tired of his playful parries and teasing. Bringing her hips
up, she guided him inside of her. Her muscles clenching
involuntarily as her body met with this new, welcome intruder. She
emitted a slow, breathless sigh as his impressive manhood pushed
deep, the slight pain a welcome harbinger of the pleasure to
follow.

“Mmm,” Cal said as he emitted a low moan in
the back of his throat. Sensing her slow unclench, he began his
rhythm. As he slowly glided in and out, he watched Karen's hands
grasp for purchase on anything they could find. Moving from his
torso, and back to his hair, she made occasional moans and squeaks
to counter his deep thrusts and playful gyrations. Like a power
boat planing out on a still lake, he found a rhythm that they both
liked and began to move faster. “How long has it been?” Cal thought
to himself as, he marveled at the beautiful woman he was now
inside. Lost inside her, and inside her intoxicating aroma, he
found himself climaxing in spite of his best efforts. With one hand
on her hip, he thrust harder and harder.

“Oh..., Oh God!” Karen sighed, her voice a
building crescendo of breathless noise. As Cal pushed on, she found
herself digging her fingernails into his back. She tried in vain to
control this machine that had set to work on her. She could feel
him arch his back in pain as her orgasm only served to drive her
nails deeper into his skin. Hanging on through each pulsating
crash, she slowly dragged her nails down the side of his body like
a tigress holding onto escaping prey. As Cal collapsed in a massive
release of his own, his head fell next to hers as his sweaty body
rested on top of her. Karen noticed his stubble brushing against
her shoulder as she felt his racing heart against her chest. She
turned to bury her face in his neck. She was lost in his wonderful
scent when she suddenly felt his whole body tense up and rise off
of the bed.

“I almost forgot! I ran us a bath! I don't
want it to get too cold.” Cal said. Karen hooked her hands around
his neck, clasping her fingers to hold him in place over her.

“That’s okay babe, we can run another one.”
Karen said. She gave him a wry wink as her hands pulled him back
down to her.

Cal awoke later to find Karen in the white
chair at the corner of the bedroom. Not wanting to disturb her, he
quietly watched from the hiding place that they had tunneled into
the bed. She had her phone in hand, quickly working out a fevered
text message of some kind. She had stolen the comforter, and had it
wrapped around her body like a towel. Her feet poked out the bottom
and moved about in their own involuntary pattern. Somehow sensing
his gaze, she looked up. Her beautiful green eyes catching the
evening light as the sun set.

“Hey sweetie,” She said, smiling and bright
eyed. She tossed her phone onto the chair as she stood. She missed
a grab on the comforter wrapped around her, and it slipped down to
reveal just the tops of her nipples. Shrugging playfully, she undid
the wrap and let it fall to her feet. As Cal struggled to get out
of his nest of bed sheets, she strolled over to the cart room
service had left. He could hear the slosh of ice water as she
pulled the champagne out and made her way back.

“How about we take that bath now?” She said,
her hips held in a playful pose.

Cal looked at the large tub. He could only
dream of having one this big at home! The hot water felt so good as
he eased himself in before Karen. He didn't want to trip and
somehow fall on her in the tub, being the klutz that he was. He
felt her toes glide up the inside of his legs as she slowly dipped
into the hot water, her feet touching his manhood as they found a
comfortable spot. Her hips pressed his feet against the side of the
tub. He was lost in the sensory overload of her skin, the bath and
so much else when she spoke.

“So, have you ever done this before?” She
asked.

“The bath? Er, yes, but not this big of a
tub. This thing is-” Karen cut him off.

“No silly, this!” She said, motioning her
hands around in an attempt to encompass their little clandestine
meet.

“Oh...,” Cal said. “No this is the first
time. I don't think I could fathom doing this with anyone else.”
With that, he reached his hand along her smooth leg. He stopped
when he noticed a slight indentation at the back of her calf that
felt like a scar. Karen moved her leg shyly to prevent his further
exploration.

Without missing a step, Cal reached over to
grab the champagne off the side table. Realizing that they had
forgot to bring in the opener, he moved to get up and fetch it.