Chasing Rainbows (15 page)

George began to wonder what Olivia's breasts were like. Were her nipples big or small, brown or pale pink? Perhaps he might get to see them later?

There was nothing better than watching sex to make a person want sex. Maybe Olivia might want sex when they got back to the hotel?

George was brought out of his day dream by Olivia who was tugging at his sleeve.

George looked up at the stage and saw that the man had achieved an erection and was very busy shafting the blonde who was now laid, spread eagled across the desk.

Without warning the man picked the girl up and continuing to push himself up her, carried her across the stage and down the steps on the right.

She had her legs wrapped tightly round his waist, as they made their way towards the table that was occupied by the 'Into the Sun' people.

The man looked down at them indicating that they needed to clear the table.

Everybody grabbed their bottles of beer and clutched them to their chests while the man laid the blonde on her back and continued the show on their table.

George looked at the faces around the table, they were a picture to behold. Rachel and Garth, the youngest, were grinning from ear to ear.

Kevin and a few of the ladies were a puce colour. Olivia did not move and George could hear her anxious breathing.

The two people were having sex, practically on the groups knees.

The blond slowly turned her head and smiled at George.

She had two teeth missing at the front and he heard Olivia say, “Gross, this is bloody gross”.

After what seemed forever, the man returned to the stage still with the blond on his erect member and he continued to bang her on the desk, as before.

The display ended and the sex partners walked off the stage without acknowledging the audience.

A stripper came on standing right in front of the men sitting at the edge of the stage.

As they looked up they would have seen her next week's washing.

A comment made by Olivia before she turned her attention to the group made them all laugh, she really was funny.

In hushed tones the group began to talk about what had just happened. George turned to Olivia, “Are you all right, Olivia?” he asked.

Olivia did not look at him as she answered, “ Not really, I need the toilet”.

George told her the toilets were down the stairs on the left.

“
I daren't go,” she replied.

“
Come on then,” he said smiling, “I will come with you.”

Once downstairs as he waited for Olivia, George began to think about her. He could not quite figure Olivia out, she was not like any other women he knew.

One minute she was the comedienne, making them all laugh: she was the complete and out of control drunk; she was the bossy organiser and now she was the frightened child who dare not go to the toilet alone.

He was bothered about the outcome of the night and if he was to have her, he was not sure how to play the rest of the evening.

Olivia bounced about between her sub personalities like a bee searching for honey in a field of flowers.

George once read a book by John Rowan. Alice bought it when she was in one of her ,'I need to discover myself, moments.

The book was called 'Sub personalities'. George read it one Saturday afternoon after finding it under some magazines in the lounge.

George remembered it was something to do with the people inside us.

It was all different parts of our personality that showed as different people at different times.

Some people have a few and some have many and each sub personality comes into play, depending on the situation the person is in.

George found this knowledge advantageous when chatting to a woman as he then could change to suit and meet the woman half way, which in turn helped him woo her into  bed.

Unfortunately for him, Olivia changed so quickly it was hard to keep up with her, to even pre-empt what she might do or say next.

She certainly was a challenge, but he would not be beaten and the night was yet young.

As Olivia came through the toilet door, George realised that he was warming to her and actually beginning to like her more than perhaps was necessary.

He noticed how attractive she looked in the half light, he hadn't really looked at her properly before, only her eyes when they were upstairs, absolutely beautiful.

Olivia was now peering into the half light looking for him.

“
Yes”, he thought, “Olivia is a certain kind of pretty bordering on beautiful”.

As she turned Olivia saw him and smiled.  It spread across her face.  It was a beautiful smile. Olivia smiled a lot.

George took hold of her hand and they walked, silently, up the steps together to watch the last two shows before they had to leave.

The last two shows bored George.  Once you had seen one couple having sex, the rest just did the same in different costumes.

He was busy thinking about Olivia and what might be between them later.

Olivia sat quietly beside him, she appeared withdrawn and he began to wonder what she was thinking, he smiled and wondered what might lie ahead, or was it , who he might be lying with later?

Without warning Olivia summoned one of the he/she's that was standing behind them, ordering a double vodka.

“
Would you like another drink, George?” she enquired rather sheepishly.

George nodded, “I'll have a beer , thank you”.

Courageously George asked Olivia what she had been thinking about as he noticed she was quiet.

“
You looked a bit sad”, he added as he squeezed her hand and they smiled at each other.

“
Nothing,” she answered, “nothing at all”.

Olivia surprised him when the drinks came as she raised her glass and downed the clear liquid in one.

She turned to the rest of the group and began to chat animatedly with them , ignoring him completely.

George became invisible until it was time for them to leave.

He didn't mind as it was turning out to be a better evening than expected and he watched the group and those round him until the lights went down for the next showing.

As they were leaving the building George pulled Olivia back and asked, “Are you sure you are OK?”

Olivia stopped and looked George straight in the eye , tilted her head before saying,

“
They are beginning to bore me and get on my nerves,” she nodded to the group who were now in front of them. “They are all so stiff and want to go back to the hotel to bed, for god's sake!”

George asked her what she would like to do. With a look of distaste she went on, “ Loose this lot, they are beginning to do my head in and the night is yet young”. George now saw an opportunity to get Olivia on her own, something he had hoped for all evening.

On reaching the street George turned to the others and said, “ Well looks, like the rain is over, some of you might want to walk back as we won't all get in one taxi. It's each to their own now ".

George looked over at Olivia, she nodded her approval.

The group huddled together , no doubt to have another major discussion about what to do and George hailed a taxi.

He quickly pushed Olivia inside, hoping to escape whilst the others were still bickering, only to find Garth trying to get in behind them.

George held up his hand and said, “No Garth , you go with the others as we might not go straight back anyway”.

Garth stood back looking stunned and let go of the taxi door handle as it sped off into the night.

Olivia laughed, “Aren't we going back then? They will all talk about us?” George looked at her,

“
Are you bothered?” Olivia laughed.

He was beginning to love that laugh.

“
No, I aren't bothered at all, where are we going then?” he asked.

Olivia grinned up at him and snuggled closer.

He said, “Let's go back to the hotel and have a night cap, get to know each other better. It's very cold out here and we couldn't do that with Garth in tow, could we?”

As they began to chat George realised that Olivia was quite clever and well educated.

She had an animated face and never stopped smiling. In fact she was quite delightful. It was comfortable being with her and she was easy to talk to.

She made him feel as though they had known each other years and not just two minutes.

She was a good listener and then she told him about her bedroom at the Hotel.

She said it was the strangest bedroom she had ever been in.

The bathroom was a mini portacabin with steps leading up to the door.

Olivia went on to say she did not feel comfortable in the room and was glad they were only staying one night.

“
You really need to see it to believe it ,” she said.

George thought, “If I play my cards right , I just might”.

The taxi pulled up outside the main doors of the hotel and after paying, George asked Olivia if she would like to walk down the street for a while, as they could do with some fresh air after the smoke filled night club.

The commuter traffic was long gone and just a few pedestrians were strolling along the pavement. The stars were out and twinkling, the moon high in the sky.

Olivia and George began to chat about television programmes that they enjoyed.

Olivia confessed that this evening she felt as though they had all appeared in a television drama, as nothing seemed real to her.

George nodded in agreement. He was surprising himself with the feelings that were growing for her and how interested he was in what she had to say.

Usually he didn't say much to a woman he was looking to bed.  He didn't feel there was much need to get to know them , they were merely an instrument that he played with and later discarded.

George was enjoying the company of this woman, who was on his arm, chattering away and keeping him amused.

When they returned to the hotel George asked Olivia, “Should I come and look at your room? If it is that bad perhaps I can get it changed for you”.

“
Well”, she laughed “you are the organiser of this trip, so maybe you should. I have some fruit, wine and cheese , that is if you are hungry?”

She went on to say, “ And if we were in a TV drama I know what would happen next and I am telling you right now George, that it is not going to happen, the obvious next stage this evening is not going to happen.”

Olivia emphasised the 'it's not'.

He knew what she was alluding to and said nothing in his defence.

George turned and took her by the shoulders, “Well perhaps, it's best that I don't come, as I am finding myself becoming more and more attracted to you and we are both consenting adults”.

“
Yes we are,” she replied, “and I do not consent" .

She frowned and looked up at him as she went on to say, “ Well, it's up to you, if you would like to see a portacabin in a bedroom you know where I am. I shall not be going to bed straight away as I am still rather tipsy.”

George left Olivia in the foyer and returned to his room. He poured himself a drink and sat on the bed.

Had he broken down her defences, he wondered? Would she now be malleable? Putty in his hands?

He realised that she was a very strong woman and at times a very weak child. He felt that she was determined and knew her own mind.

Olivia surprised him this evening with some of her behaviours which definitely made her the rainbow he was chasing.

As he gulped down the rest of his drink he thought about Heather and if he should, perhaps, have paid her more attention this evening.  Perhaps he would be in her bed by now and not sitting here alone.

He knew Heather would have said yes to him, as he noticed her looking at Olivia and him several times during the evening, with a look of envy on her face.

His thoughts passed to Jo who he knew would have consented to anything with him.

She kept her distance throughout the evening but watched as he and Olivia were chatting and getting to know each other better.

George did not liked being watched and the scrutiny made him feel uneasy.

George was not sure why he and Olivia were of such interest to Jo and a sixth sense told him that something just didn't add up.

He lay on the bed and thought about the night before in Hanover.

In the restaurant where they had their evening meal, George sat across the table from Linda who was paying lots of attention to him.

As Linda spoke to him, her fingers stroked the stem of her wine glass.

He knew this to be a form of suggestive body language and symbolised the woman stroking the penis.

Linda was almost offering herself up to him like a dogs dinner and he felt very uncomfortable.

Whilst Linda was trying to hold his attention George noticed Heather and Jo speaking intently to Olivia, whose head was bent and nodding in answer to whatever they were saying to her.

Now, in hindsight, as he lay on his bed in Hamburg, George began to wonder what they were plotting, it felt as though they were being conspiratorial.

Maybe something girly? Maybe planning to spend more money in the shops?

Women could be so confusing and he often wondered what went on inside their minds

George soon forgot about Hanover when his inner voice spoke loudly to him, “You won't know if you don't go”, it jeered.

“
Oh Fuck!” George spoke aloud, “What have I got to lose?”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

George showered quickly, sprayed some eau de toilette on his muscular body and patted his face with 'Mandate' a popular aftershave that was reasonably priced.

He used a lot of aftershave and did not see the point in spending too much when it all did the same job.

He looked at himself in the mirror, “You aren't doing so bad for your age, George!” he complimented.

Picking up a full bottle of wine from the dresser, George closed the door behind him, took a deep breath and quickly made his way to Olivia's room.

As the door opened George heard the sound of 'Take my breath away' by Berlin. Very slowly a tousled head of hair appeared.

“
So you came then” Olivia said as she opened the door and stood before him wearing an oversized T shirt and a massive grin.

The T shirt was deep pink with capped sleeves. It reached her knees .

George looked down at Olivia's bare feet. What lovely feet she had.

Her nails painted in the softest pink.

The T shirt left everything to the imagination even the navy blue wording emblazoned across the front. 'All you need is love'.

“
Is that right?” George thought, “Well bring it on then!”

Olivia's face was washed clean showing a natural beauty in the half light, that came from the bedside lamp.

George smiled and thought, “she is gorgeous without her make up.”

Olivia looked surprised to see him.

For some reason George felt embarrassed and a big grin swept across his face as he held up the bottle of wine he was clutching in his hand saying, “Thought we might christen the portacabin!”

Olivia looked at him, then she looked at the bottle and then back at him.

She stared at him, expressionless, for what seemed an age.

Just as George began to feel more uncomfortable and wonder whether he should turn on his heel and walk away in order to save face.

Olivia opened the door wider as she invited him in with ,”Well seeing as you have made an effort and also brought some wine you better come in”.

George stepped inside and true to her word George found himself looking at a portacabin next to the large double bed.

The lamplight cast an eerie, warming glow around the massive room.

Olivia turned away, walked across the room to a small table with two chairs on either side.

George watched her and could see the outline of what appeared to be a rather nice pert bottom. He remembered he had half seen it when they were on the metro.

“Oh, how I would like to feel those cheeks in my hands,” he thought, as he followed her and sat down on one of the chairs.

Olivia went to get some glasses from the make do bathroom.

George continued with his thoughts. He decided he would pull her towards him while planting wet kissed on her inviting lips.

He felt a stirring in his manhood, it was almost speaking to him, shouting, “Hey, I'm down here don't forget me”.

When Olivia returned with the glasses she asked, “Shall we finish my bottle before we start on yours then?”.