Helena (14 page)

As we sat in
the pub, I was aroused by your tale. You tried to look interested
too, as I recounted my last few days at home, but you were always
tactful, well at least until the end, but I won't come on to that
quite yet.

We had a
couple of drinks and we talked like old friends, you telling me a
little more about the friends I had met the previous Saturday,
about your work, your childhood in Italy; and I told you a little
more about my upbringing, my job, my life.

I thought that
I was being discreet. I didn't even realize that you had noticed,
until you mentioned it, that I was staring at the beautiful blond
girl in the figure hugging scarlet dress who was sitting on the
other side of the bar, looking a little bored, as her two male
companions talked over her.

"Yes, she's
very beautiful," you said to me. She was, stunning, her long wavy
hair dropping down to her shoulders, her beautiful fulsome chest,
the tawny skin, and the deep brown intelligent eyes that
occasionally met mine.

"I think it's
you that she's more interested in."

"Do you think
so? Should we find out?"

"What about
her friends?"

"I don't think
her friends will have any objection to what I have in mind. Anyway,
it might add a little danger to our adventure."

"What are you
going to do?"

"I'm not sure
yet. Let's wait a moment." You smiled at me and then we continued
talking, you keeping an eye on the little threesome all the
time.

I was very
impressed with you that night, the way that you suddenly got up out
of your chair and followed one of her friends into the bathroom,
coming out a couple of minutes later smiling and talking with the
man, him patting you on the back as you walked back to me.

"They want us
to join them," you told me, as I noticed the blond suddenly
becoming more animated as her friend pointed his eyes in our
direction.

"How did you
do that?"

"A little
lying, a little joking, a little bluffing."

I never really
found out, but when we walked over to them they greeted us like
members of their family. Even I could understand the whole scenario
within minutes. All three were Dutch, from Rotterdam, the blond,
Leta, was the girlfriend of Jan, the tall fair-haired boy with
handsome blue eyes, the smaller, darker one, Henrik, was his friend
who the girl hadn't wanted to come, hoping for a more romantic
holiday. This, as the dark curly-haired boy told us, was their last
night in London: they were after some fun. I had noticed before how
Henrik had been longingly watching Leta, obviously besotted with
his friend's partner.

We spent an
hour or so in their company engaged in a conversation about the
relative merits of London and Rotterdam, England and Holland, the
kind of bland comparative study that is not unusual with foreigners
in London. I had never really known how socially adept you were,
quite the chameleon, showing an insight into the country, their
musical tastes, their interests, being so matey with the boys.
While you joked with the boys, Leta told me that she was studying
to be an actress and we gaily talked about dramatists she liked and
parts she wanted to play.

I liked Leta.
There was something, for all she wanted to be an actress, very
natural about her, very warm. It didn't seem so strange when she
rested her hand on mine.

Freddie, you
were so clever that night, knowing that the preparation wasn't
quite over, suggesting a little club you knew. Of course they
jumped at the chance of being shown the city nightlife by somebody
who lived in the heart of Soho.

I must say I
was initially surprised by your choice, but then again, even now I
have little fondness for the loud rhythmic pounding of drums, the
heave of perspiring bodies, or the dizzying nausea that overcomes
me in a room with strobe lighting. But, I confess, you knew what
you were doing; it completely changed the social interaction,
allowing you to go off and dance with Leta, while the boys chatted
to me.

Henrik seemed
particularly attracted to me. I could see you through the mass of
bodies, dancing with Leta, your arms around her waist, her head
slightly tilted upward, as attracted to you as I assumed Henrik was
to her. Sorry, and it will make you laugh, although perhaps more
bitterly than if I had told you that night, but you made a lovely
couple.

And then you
both disappeared together. I thought that you had abandoned me,
purposefully left me to the not unattractive fate of spending the
night with Henrik and Jan. You seemed to be gone ages.

Henrik told me
all about the music scene in Rotterdam. However unfathomable I
found his prattle, I was attracted to him, his dark eyes looking
into mine a little shyly, something a little too pristine in his
unkemptness, a little too naive in his worldliness.

Eventually you
came back alone, and pulled me onto the dance floor. And then your
plan was revealed to me. You'd put Leta in a taxi and sent her back
to your flat. She was expecting me. She had been looking at both of
us, she said. "She thinks you're very desirable," you told me. So
while you kept the boys entertained, Leta and myself could get to
know each other; and then, and then we would see, you smiled.

"What about
the boys," I asked, "won't they be a bit disappointed when they
know you have stolen from them."

"Oh don't
worry about that. I have some ideas," you said, leaning over me,
kissing me on the cheek like an indulgent uncle.

When I got
back to your flat Leta was indeed waiting for me, stretched out on
the bed, the hem of her dress having ridden up her thigh a little,
enough for me to see the decorative border of her red stocking
top.

I was nervous.
I had never been with a woman alone like that before. True, Simone
had pleasured me, brought me to a climax, but that had been part of
something else, I never really saw it as a sappho thing, but this
was daunting.

She looked at
me and smiled as I entered the room.

"I'm glad you
came, Helena," she said, "I've been so excited waiting for you.
You're very beautiful." She didn't move at all, her head remained
plumped against the mauve satin pillow, her luscious body still
spread before me. "And I'm very wet."

Gauchely, I
lay on the bed beside her, my heart thumping. I could smell the
delicate musk perfume that she wore. It aroused me. I leaned over
to kiss her, my tongue first flicking along her pouty lips to the
acute edges of her mouth, and then prodding inside, feeling her
teeth and then the meat of her tongue as she clasped me to her, my
stockinged legs rubbing hers, my sex pressing against her.

We rolled over
on the bed like that, our mouths glued to each other, our hands
grasping each other, massaging, clutching, caressing.

She pulled off
me as I lay under her, to undo the little sexy blouse I had bought
for the evening's entertainment. I was trembling, Freddie, as she
was unloosening my bra. She looked into my eyes, smiling at me,
almost conspiratorially, before teasing down the half cups of my
bra, rubbing the cotton material over my hardening nipples. She
furled her long tongue around the hard nodule of my nipple. My
hands automatically reached down to the blond mantel of her hair,
stroking hard as she aroused me with her mouth, going from one
nipple to the other, grabbing the flesh of my breast quite hard,
and then soothing the tensed pain with long, dexterous movements of
her tongue. It felt so wonderful, that long tongue of hers sweeping
down past the tiny hillock of my nipple to the underside of the
white flesh, then sweeping back up, taking the rosy tip in her
mouth, nibbling on it tenderly, while her hand caressed my flat
stomach.

Her mouth went
further down to my stomach, her tongue making my whole body tingle
as she flicked the tip into my navel. It was arousing but in such a
delicate way, not like that sense of urgent need that I sometimes
felt with you.

It was so
different. I did not feel that sharp jabbing itch of lust, but more
a calming, steady plateau of pleasure that made my body relax
rather than tense in its pleasure.

Her hands
swept down to my stockinged thighs, as first she massaged the
calves of my legs with the tip of her fingers, then as her hands
glided over the nylon, I felt her flattened palms over my knees
reaching up to the beginning of my thighs. Her hands first clasped
the outer flesh while her tongue slid along the inner just above my
stocking tops and then to the edge of my panties.

She lifted up
my buttocks, slowly, gently, so my skirt fell down and she could
gaze at my skimpy black panties, and with one hand firmly clasped
around me pulled the gusset aside with the other. That first touch
of her tongue on my swollen flesh was electric. The calm centering
of my pleasure suddenly became rigid and insistent, as she lapped
at my sex, trailing her adroit tongue delicately up over the
engorged lips of flesh. Then she flicked her tongue into the outer
pink opening into the darker flesh of my vulva. Tantalizingly
teasingly, her head would suddenly arch and her mouth descend onto
my clitoris before returning to licking my fat pussy lips.

At last her
tongue stayed, flicking on the tiny knoll of my clitoris, backwards
and forwards in a maddeningly steady rhythm, the itch of my lust
rising and falling with each steady flick.

I held my hand
to the nape of her neck wanting her to go faster, but she would
not, knowing that the barely perceptible, tantalizingly slow
increase of my need once released would explode with much greater
ferocity once unleashed by the careful ministrations of her
tongue.

Her hands held
me down hard, so I couldn't move or fight against her tongue
licking the hot centre of my sex. Suddenly, unexpectedly after
stimulating me so slowly for so long, she began to increase her
rhythm to a frantic speed. Immediately I felt myself coming, as she
manically lapped at my love spot. It was like being on a
roller-coaster ride of erotic enjoyment, the breathtaking ascent to
the peak of my climax and then the giddy free-fall into satiation.
I almost cried with the exhilaration.

Now I wanted
to explore her body with all the care and attention with which she
had roamed mine. My sexual excitement had prompted me to be much
more adventurous than I might have otherwise been considering that
this was my first real experience with a woman. I levered her so
that she was on her knees, facing away from me. I lifted her skirt
up over her haunches, revealing a pair of beautiful scarlet lace
panties. Hooking my thumb between the lace and her skin I slowly
pulled them down. How beautiful were the whitened globes of her
fleshy bottom, the whiteness contrasting with the darker brown of
her tawny suntanned skin. I slipped my hand between the apex of her
thighs and gently stroked the jutting lips of her sex, sending a
shudder through Leta's body. She was so moist, so wet. I wanted to
taste her so much. Pulling apart her buttocks then casting a glance
at the puckered skin of her tiny anus, I stuck my tongue between
her splayed legs and lapped at her, pressing between the swollen,
moist flesh of her labial lips. I flicked inside the small opening
rapaciously, forcing out sensual squeals of delight from her.

Swiftly I
turned her around so she was lying supine on the bed, her raised
legs bent at the knee. She had liberated her breasts from her dress
and bra and was tugging hard on her beautiful extended nipples. I
lapped at her clitoris, probably not as expertly as she had
manipulated mine, but seemingly with the same effect, as I heard
her rhythmic moan crescendo into a high pitched shriek. Her body
jerked in her sensual spasm against the hard pressure of my
tongue.

I didn't know
then and she didn't know, her eyes closed tight in her sexual
ecstasy that we were being watched. A sound, a movement detected
from the corner of my eye, but I suddenly realized that there was
somebody else in the room. I turned around and saw you Freddie,
standing with Jan and Henrik in the splay of the doorway, your eyes
smiling gently, theirs open in their astonishment.

Leaving Henrik
and Jan you came over to us, crouched between us on the bed, and
slipping your hand down onto Leta's exposed breast you kissed her
passionately squeezing the white flesh hard in your hand.

I could see
your cock bulging in your trousers. It looked, as it always did,
Freddie, irresistible.

In that moment
you had so much power over me. I wondered if you ever knew then. I
pulled down your zip and emancipated your manhood from your briefs
and took you in my mouth, becoming aroused again as the hot meat
throbbed inside me, aware that for the first time in my life I had
an audience as Henrik and Jan's eyes were glued to my lips as I
slipped them over the ridge of your crown and took as much of you
in as I could.

Leta, by this
stage, had slipped down beside me and was nibbling on the loose
skin of your scrotum, her eyes fixed on me. I knew she wanted it. I
knew she wanted to take your throbbing, twitching cock into her own
mouth.

I pulled off
you, and still holding you by the base of your shaft offered it
towards Leta. She sucked on you as avidly as I had done, then
pulled off you to lick one side of your viscous dome while I licked
the other, our hands stroking your balls as we did so.

Then, I was
suddenly aware of hands on me, grasping my flesh, a finger prodding
my anus, a grunt of approval, a few words in a language I didn't
understand, a manly hand stroking me gently then roughly! So many
things! Two mouths on me, one lapping on my cunt, another nibbling
the flesh of my bottom, a finger flicking in and out of the taut
flesh of my anus, and all the time licking you, feeling the head of
your cock twitching, and Leta's tongue furled around the glistening
crown.