The Morning After (3 page)

Sarah walked for a while after leaving the café. Everything was still open and she strolled along window shopping and occasionally she would enter and browse.

It was almost nine when she returned to her room and slipped into the little satin nightie she'd bought that afternoon. She checked it in the mirror, hoping it would look as she had imagined, and she was happy with the soft caress of the cool fabric against her nipples.

She turned and checked the length and cut of the garment, bending forward a little and giggling to herself at the way it lifted and exposed her so easily. She then went back to her bottle of bubbly and took a glass out onto the balcony to watch the moonlit waves crashing up onto the sand.

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Miles was finishing his shift and looking forward to joining his buddies in the restaurant bar when he saw the order of a bottle of bubbly for room thirty seven. The guy taking over from him had claimed it but he was still fixing his tie and badge and Miles swept it from the counter in front of him. "I'll do this one," he said, as if he was doing a favour, and he quickly took a bottle from the restaurant stocks and headed for the fourth floor.

Sarah's heart was fluttering again. The last of her bubbly had only half filled her glass and she had decided to wait for the room service man in her little nightie. She checked it in the glass balcony door and tugged at the hem. She would be fine as long as she didn't move she thought.

Miles knocked on the door and stepped back, fumbling with the tie he'd loosened and trying to make it look tidy. The door opened and Sarah peered around from behind it. She immediately recognized Miles from the beach that morning. He stepped forward, determined to deliver the bubbly all the way to her glass.

"Hello," Sarah said softly, meeting his smile as he stepped past her.

She backed away with the door but she couldn't take it with her and she followed with her hands clasped and nervously protecting her modesty.

He had stopped at the table where she'd left her glass and he was opening the bottle.

"I'm Miles," he said, remembering his nametag was in his locker, and as Sarah glanced away he looked her over. "Do you remember me from the beach this morning?"

Sarah nodded and blushed a little. "And I've seen you around a few times. But you haven't been our waiter before."

"No - well the girl who usually does this shift is off sick. You would have had her last night?"

"Oh I remember. Juliet – wasn’t it?

“Is she sick or is she off somewhere with Romeo?" Sarah asked with a giggle and she immediately felt stupid.

"Probably off with Romeo." Miles chuckled. "Although I doubt she'd be doing anything romantic."

"Oh. Why?" Sarah probed with interest, accepting her glass.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe she would be. I'm just being silly, but she's not really the romantic type. More the party for a night kind of girl if you know what I mean."

"I see. But I thought guys liked girls like that," Sarah ventured, feeling herself blush again and wishing she would just shut up.

"Yeah, we do like her. We all like her." Miles chuckled. "But anyway, I'm glad she's off somewhere because it gave me a chance to fill in, and I was hoping to meet you."

Sarah smiled shyly. "I'm Sarah," she said and offered her hand.

Miles took it and squeezed it softly, perhaps holding it a little longer than he was supposed to.

"Nice to meet you, Sarah. Mind if I have some of this?" Miles asked, indicating the bottle of bubbly.

"Oh! Of course! Please, sit down."

"I'll have another bottle sent up later," Miles added and he turned another glass and filled it.

"Cheers," he said and smiled, tipping the glass and taking a sip.

Sarah watched him walk around the room touching things and moving others as if he was inspecting the job housekeeping had done. She wondered how old he was. He looked over forty, perhaps forty-five, and she felt her knees weaken a little at the thought of being with a man that age. She liked the wrinkles in his neck and the course little hairs that were touching his collar. His hands were large and they looked powerful. She imagined being handled by them - being caressed and undressed by them.

He walked slowly around behind her and she felt his arm brush against her back. She turned her head but didn't look up at him and he casually stepped around and sat down on the coffee table in front of her. He looked up and she met his eyes, confused and suddenly aware of the cool sea breeze between her legs.

He took a moment to speak, slowly looking her up and down. "You know, old Harry the gardener was watching you at the beach this afternoon," he said as if he was talking about the weather, and Sarah's heart stopped beating as a flurry of warm little tingles swarmed from all over her body and exploded deep in the centre of her belly.

She couldn't respond to what he'd said. She just stared down at his head as he placed his glass on the coffee table. He then looked up at her again, with a smile she couldn't quite fathom. And his hands moved up behind her knees and he softly stroked up the back of her thighs.

Miles could see she had already submitted.

"He said you let some old guy feel you up," he went on, slowly stroking back down and then feeling up a little further until his fingers brushed the bare lips of her pussy.

Sarah's hand moved to his hair. It was an involuntary action, more to steady herself than to encourage him, but in that she clawed her fingers into his scalp.

Miles slipped his right hand up the back of her thigh again and that time he parted her labia and ran the tip of his finger through the soft damp opening.

"So I was wondering if your fiancé knows that other men are allowed to feel your tits.

“Does he know that?" he asked, slicing his finger tip through her folds again.
Sarah shook her head. "No he doesn’t know," she uttered, rolling her hips and trying to force more contact with the older man’s fingers.

He looked down at her legs. His face was level with her crotch and he softly blew against her thighs, holding her hip with his left hand, and with his right he still gently worked her slippery folds but without allowing his fingers to penetrate.

He looked up at her again. Her eyes were closed and bubbly dripped from her fingers where they were clutching the stem of the glass. He lowered his head and spoke into the hem of her little nightie. "You know? They say an engaged woman's juices are even sweeter."

Sarah gripped his head and willed him closer. She needed more.

"Is it true, Sarah? Should I taste you and see?" he went on, kissing her tiny patch of hair with the hem of her little nightie lifting upon his nose.

He extended his tongue and cut the tip of it through her, tasting the hot fluid that was seeping from her, and very softly licking into her folds.

She tensed and her body shuddered. Her hand pressed firmly against the back of his head and bubbly slurped onto the carpet next to him.

Miles went to work on her. He slid down off the coffee table and edged his shoulder between her legs. He turned his head all the way around so he could eat her without touching her clit. He could see it was swollen and ripe for attention but he wanted to taste her first and he tongued her folds slowly and deliberately while she writhed down against his face.

He worked her until she started to pant and then he turned his head again and sucked on her clit hard while forcing two fingers up her. And he then started fucking her with his fingers, with her juices virtually gushing into his mouth, and he only stopped sucking her swollen little button long enough to swallow.

Her inner-walls were loose and open but they soon began to clamp around him so he forced his fingers as far up her as he could and lapped greedily at her clit until her entire body tensed and then convulsed. And he held her firmly while she came. He lifted his head to her belly and pressed it there while she clung to it, and he kept his fingers firmly up inside of her while holding her around the waist with his other arm.

He held her until she came down and then he carefully removed his fingers from her and sat back up on the coffee table with her body rocking against him.

The glass was still clutched in her hand. It was empty and resting upon his shoulder. Her other hand was still in his hair and her soft little fingers were twirling absently.

He held her like that for a moment then he looked up from her belly. "I'm going to fuck you now," he said to her.

"Okay," Sarah uttered softly.

Miles took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She followed with her mind still floating around somewhere. He took the glass off her and sat her on the bed then started taking his shirt and shoes off.

“Take that off and let me see your tits," he said, and Sarah felt herself blushing.

In spite of what had just happened she felt shy about exposing herself completely but she did as he had said. She peeled her little nightie off and at his insistence she edged back and laid down across the middle of the bed.

He'd removed his shirt and he opened his trousers and pulled them along with his boxers to the floor. He stood with an erection levering at his waist and Sarah watched it as he climbed onto the bed between her legs. He held it in one hand and he felt her opening with the other, pushing a finger up into her and then spreading her juices. "Is it okay if I cum in you?" he asked, pushing his finger back up into her.

Sarah nodded her response and he smiled. Then he removed his finger, again smearing her juices, and he pressed the head of his cock against her pussy. It slipped in easily and he rocked forward, impaling her with it.

Sarah felt her legs being forced open and she felt his cock start to thrust in and out. She'd been dazed, with her thoughts foggy and disjointed, but the feel of him growing harder and the force of his powerful shoulder beneath her chin, and with the feel of his broad, hairy chest rubbing against her nipples, her body had begun to awaken.

She started moving against his thrusts, mashing her wetness against his pubic bone and splitting herself open to allow him deeper penetration. The first twinkle of ecstasy danced within her but just as it did he speared his cock right up into her and she felt him buck and tense.

And she waited. His entire, powerful body was rigid and quivering and she knew he needed her to be still.

And then she felt his cock start to pulse and she laid there and accepted his cum. His cock pulsed a few times and he rolled his hips and forced it up her again. Then she felt his hot semen flooding around it as it quickly softened.

At twenty Miles could have kept going - as he felt she'd wanted, but at forty-seven he was exhausted.

He rolled off and collapsed flat on his back beside her. He took a moment to catch his breath. "You spilled your drink," he said lightly, and Sarah smiled.

She was pleased to immediately have something so silly to think about.

"Would you like another?" Miles asked, leaning up on an elbow and grinning down at her.

"Okay," she answered and she watched him pull his shorts and trousers back up. He then gathered his shoes and shirt and left her there.

She lay for a moment collecting her thoughts. She went through the events in her mind - first wondering how it had happened, and then slipping her hand down to feel her sopping little pussy while she thought of him beneath her and working his tongue over her clit.

She sat up and found a fresh pair of panties in the nightstand drawer and she pulled them on. She smoothed them and checked in the mirror then she lifted her little nightie and straightened it.

"Don't cover your tits," Miles said from the doorway. "Come out and let me look at them while we talk," he added, and he beckoned for her to follow.

Sarah hesitated. She felt naked all of a sudden, but she dropped the nightie on the bed and followed after him.

Miles was sitting on the sofa and she approached and sat beside him. He'd poured her bubbly and she had a sip and looked down at herself, still feeling a little self-conscious.

"Do you want to sit around a bit so I can see them better?" he said to her, touching her arm.

She blushed and shifted to the side, lifting her legs up onto the sofa. "Like that?" she asked softly.

"Yeah, that's better," he said and he casually felt her, cupping her left breast and squeezing it a little.

"You know, Barry, the old guy with me at the beach this morning - he said he got a look at your tits after I'd gone. He was pretty happy about it."

Sarah didn't respond right away. She watched Miles feel her breast and then she lifted her arm out of the way while he felt the other one. "I knew you were watching me," she said shyly.

"You did? And you let us have a look anyway?" Miles grinned and Sarah glanced up and nodded but she had to look away.

Miles sat back, and Sarah had another sip of her bubbly.

"Yeah, old Barry's a good friend of mine. And there's a few other guys who've been watching you too," Miles went on easily, stroking from her ankle to her knee and back again, and applying just a little pressure to move her leg aside as he spoke.

He waited a moment before continuing. "Have you ever been with more than one man?" he then asked and Sarah blushed and tried to meet his eyes but she couldn't.