Ginger Fabulously Taken

"Yeah, wow!" There wasn't a lot of talking for the next few minutes. Another "yeah, wow!" when I finally did talk. It was hard for both of us -- but Ginger agreed to wait until tomorrow. Lunch? Probably not. Dinner? Oh absolutely!

I had to ask, "Do you mind being seen with me in a restaurant? In public?"

She pondered that for a moment. "Nope!"

I said, "Look, I won't put you in that place; not here. We either go off site somewhere or have room service." Her eyes widened. "No, I'm not kidding. If it's better for you, it's more than fine with me. We can either order out and have it delivered or we can have whatever is on the menu." I did bat my eyelashes at that; more giggling. We agreed to defer that until tomorrow -- umm, later today. And, with that, the night ended. The final kisses were soulful and warm; our bodies pressed deliciously, closely, firmly together. Gawd this was going to be wonderful. We both had big smiles when I opened the door; one last quick kiss and Emily headed back to her room.

I set the alarm for a short night and fell asleep thinking of bright, smiling green eyes and a nodding head of ginger hair.

Friday

Mornings suck anyway. Waking up without my honey, after a way too short night of sleep -- yuck! I hurried through my shower, did my little makeup thing, dressed like the C.F.O. I am, cursed my stupidity at not ordering room service last night, and headed to the restaurant for breakfast. Mostly coffee, but I did tear apart some eggs, toast and my hash browns. Anybody remember? The C.F.O. is a hash browns whore. Just sayin.' I headed to the ballroom. A whirlwind -- that was the morning. I rocked the house with my opening remarks. The smile on my face was from thinking of blonde hair and blue eyes in the back of the room, smiling at me. Miss you lover! You should excuse the expression: everybody wanted a piece of me at lunch. I did my best and put the word out that dinner was absolutely out of the question. I said I had gotten in late and didn't get much sleep. Well, it wasn't a complete fib. The afternoon dragged horribly.

I wanted to call Sheri. I don't know; is it odd that a nearly 51 year old is so reliant on such a young woman for ... what exactly? I can not sit up here on the dais and cry. No! And you can't leave either. So suck it up girlfriend. You killed people to get to this chair ... now smile. Yeah, but that was the old me. This me misses her honey. Got it; same deal. Yes Ma'am. Good girl pet -- now go make your wife proud of her wife. God I love you!! I had a great afternoon! Oh, I also changed my flight so I would be home Sunday for, umm, a good night's sleep. Wink! Made the whole afternoon!

I walked from the ballroom with a few others and we chatted about the day. Everyone thought it was productive -- good. This actually was an important couple of days. Forward looking sorts of things, break out sessions, couple of separate groups in smaller rooms doing mini-seminars ... I had the thought of sending emails to everyone requesting feedback on a variety of subjects. Those tasked to do so culled the results. It took some time, but that's how the topics, other meetings, speakers and such were picked. You're yawning; I'm sorry. Let me get to the rest of the night.

I smiled as I scanned the lobby. Ah, there it is: the ginger hair! I bade my minions goodbye. I pretended to think of what was next; Emily caught my eye and smiled. A slight movement of my head in the direction of my room; she nodded. I kicked off my shoes and was waiting. The knock was soft. I opened the door. Wow, still lovely.

The kisses were rather reserved; yup, light of day. Good girl! I figured I'd set the tone for the night. "Ginger, you're not company; help yourself to the fridge." A brilliant smile was her reply; my heart soared. I'd done well with that. We sat and talked quietly about the day; she was bored out of her skull. I laughed a little and told her of mine. Her eyes widened; I shrugged. "I had a ton of help." The sun was still up or we'd have been out on the patio. I wasn't going to put Emily in that position. Um, I'm sorry. That was silly, I know, but I decided to leave it in the story. I called the front desk for restaurants that deliver; not a lot of help there. We settled for room service from Rennick's. Dinner wasn't important -- dessert was. They told me the food would be there in 20 minutes.

We spent it on the bed; it was ... wowzer. Side by side, arms and legs intertwined, kisses and whispers and giggles and the like. I had drawn the drapes in a way that sunlight was able to brighten the room on each side and give us privacy.

Dinner was at the round table ... we sat close to each other. Burgers were decent. Condiments; an idea formed. Save those pickles, catsup, and mustard.

Ginger asked, "What's twinkle in your eyes about, Julia?"

I kissed her. Snap decision: "Emily, stand up please." She did. I undressed her, piece by tantalizing piece. I kissed every bit of her I could ... often. I had a 'wow' moment when she stood in bra and panties. She flushed under my gaze. This really is a lovely woman. She had some of the same signs of age I did -- no biggie. She is gorgeous! Say that very slowly -- several times. I did; she giggled, flushed, and her nipples threatened to poke right through the lovely lace-topped bra. I freed them and loved them.

Seduction: green lighted. I asked Em to sit, lean back, close her eyes, and let her arms drape over the edge of the chair. I let my fingers drift softly, lazily over the gorgeous curve of her neck, down over the swell of her sweet, full breast, circled the ridges of her rosy nipples, already high and hard, reached for the catsup, drifted fingers lazily down her tummy, tore it open with my teeth, teased the top of her panties, drifted lightly over her sex, gave her thigh a hard squeeze, and squeezed catsup on a nipple. She felt the wetness, opened her eyes, stared at it, and me. My eyes gave me away. "Why waste catsup on a very ordinary burger when it can be the perfect topping on such a lovely breast?" Ginger's response startled me ... her eyes filled. I kissed her. "What honey?"

"Julia, I've known you for maybe 24 hours -- that is, sadly, the most romantic and erotic thing I've ever heard." My response? I lapped at her nipple as slowly and seductively as I could. I made sure to meet her eyes between laps. She was a puddle; I could smell her arousal. I thought -- in for a penny. I slid a finger between her legs, under the silk, and into the hot, wet lips. Her eyes closed, her head lolled, she panted softly. I stopped. She jerked her eyes open.

"Watch me; don't close your eyes." She nodded. I dipped the fingers again, slipped them out, and brought them to my nose and sniffed; her eyes widened. I brought them to my lips and lewdly slurped and made a show of enjoying the lovely essence. I honestly thought she might orgasm just from the watching. "Baby, this is ... mmm, no, lift your hips." I slid off the silk, made eye contact and made a show of sniffing. Her eyes glittered, then went hot and dusky. I smiled, slid to my knees, bent to my prize, and slid my tongue, slowly, from bottom to top of her full, scented, soaked center, trailing up the way to a very high, firm, glorious clit. A quick capture, a faster tease with my swirling tongue combined to have my pupil moaning with need.

I moved to her mouth, captured it, and breathed, "Hi!" A hot kiss, a kiss on her nose, a whispered "Bye!" and I began my voyage back south. The poor darling was, literally, quaking with desire. I felt her move her hands to her breasts. I gently slapped them away; a near sob. I left traces of saliva to cool as reminders of where I had visited ... the goose bumps had goose bumps. I slipped my fingers to the plate, found the pickle spear, continued past her belly button, lapping briefly and deliciously, over her pubic bone, another suckle of her pearl and, as I was doing that, I slid the pickle into the sopped warmth. She lifted off the chair. It was time.

"Watch!" She followed my hand and mouth. I slipped the tip of the pickle to the outer edge of her lips, bent to her, and nibbled on the pickle, teased her with my tongue, nibbled, teased, nibbled, teased ... she grabbed my head and begged with her fingers in my hair. I smiled. I sucked the rest of the pickle into my mouth, chewed it quickly as my tongue tortured and my lips took the pearl hostage while my fingers drove into her, curling, seeking, slipping. It came with a scream; she bucked, pulsed, clenched ... all of it glorious. I let her lead -- her need, my sating. Anything, everything baby, fast as she needed, fast as I responded. I felt her crest. Once, quickly again ... I kept after her. Give it to me baby, every last bit.

God love you Ginger, you did. I honest to god don't remember when she did this -- one leg wound up on the table, the other over the edge of the chair. I took that as a sign she wanted to give me full access. I let her slip from pillar to post and back again. When she finally cried out one last time and slumped, spent, breathless, and completely liquid, into and against the chair, I stopped. I kissed trembling flesh. I slipped fingertips in dips, over rises. She purred; I smiled. Take your time lover. Green eyes smiled at me, nodding. Thank you Ma'am. Emily sighed contentedly.

There was nothing left to do but what I did. I quickly slipped my clothes off, knelt again, and hugged her to me. The feeling of my warm skin on her cool, slightly damp skin was enough to rouse her. Her arms went round my neck; she cried softly. I let her ... nothing more needed. If you are a woman and have ever had the kind of thorough, shattering loving she had just had, you (may) know why she cried. I have! Wink. She has green eyes! They smiled at me with pride. Add to Ginger's experience -- first with a woman, and perhaps you'll more fully understand the tears.

It took a while, what's the hurry, then I took her hand and led her to the bed. We lay together, curled in, to, and with each other in the very sexy, intimate way women do. God it's fabulous!! She finally spoke, in a whisper, "I never dreamed it could be like this, Julia." The tears followed again. I hugged her and let them, eventually, stop.

"Emily ... if you never, ever love a woman ever again in your life, I hope this one interlude will be your northern star." She sobbed uncontrollably. Every wracking cry was ... well, I have to be honest, pitiful and fabulous. Why? I think I had given her ... hmm, bits and pieces of what she might experience if she chose to explore. Me? Nope, not Christina Columbus! Just a girl! What was the movie? Oh yeah, "A Woman in Full." Don't remember it well but the title spoke to what I hope my lover felt. Green eyes beamed. My eyes darted -- 8:00pm. Hmm.

"I have a robe, Emily ... and I can throw on something loose. If you want to just take a bit, we could sit out on the patio and sip our wine ... whatever."

She sighed, and spoke softly into my neck ... "I want to love you Julia. I don't know if I can give you everything you just gave me but damn, I sure in hell will do my best." Umm, hard to say no to that! I'm a devil.

"Em, it's your night and your choice - on the patio or on the bed."

She snickered, "Yes!" I smiled. All righty then! She pushed herself up, looked in my eyes with those soft, beautiful blues, and asked, "How?" I smiled and hoped it wasn't condescending.

"Babe, you already know how and what. Just do." I saw it then - understanding. Yeah baby! She did. Thank you!

She fooled me. "Where's that robe, Julia? I want my first taking to be on the patio. I want them to hear you as you scream." G A W D!! I walked to the closet, reached for the robe, turned -- she was there. "No. I was just curious to see if you would." Damn, is my submissive side that obvious? Geez. I kissed her and we walked to ou ... the bed. Nope, there is only one 'our' when it comes to beds. Sorry Ginger. Green eyes glowed! Me too Ma'am!

Once we were on the bed, her little girl voice came back. "What can I do? How do I ... umm, you know?" I smiled and placed a finger on her lips.

"You already know honey. Just do everything you always wished he would do and you fantasized about as he ... whatever it is they do." That brought a gaggle of giggles. I smiled. "Besides, you have an advantage. Michelle and Carmen gave you a pretty good instruction manual." The smile was brilliant; the eyes devilish ... oh my! I sighed and waited. Her head was on my shoulder, her body lay against mine. I felt her breath on my neck. Okay, I'll give her a nudge. I picked up her arm, slipped my hand to hers, and brought it to my breast. I felt her smile. Her fingers toyed with me, tracing the outline, slipping over and under, teasing the rising nipple as it filled, skimming the areola. I smiled. Braille is good.

I knew she knew what to do; she knew her own body intimately. It took a minute or two, then she slid herself on top of me. Her fingers slipped into my hair as she kissed me. It was warm, sweet, and gradually deepened as she gathered courage and momentum. Our breasts fit perfectly, and she knew just how to press her hips to mine, softly and subtly. In no time I was squirming beneath her. I felt her smile as the kiss continued. I hugged her; one on her back, the other on her ass. I was breathless when she finally broke the kiss. I let my arms fall with a soft thud to the mattress.

When I opened my eyes she was smiling and staring. There was pleasure and pride in those eyes; they sparkled with it. "Did I do good?" How cute!

"My lord, Ginger, my body and our kiss is your answer. Goodness yes! Take your time sweetie and please, hurry!"

She giggled, kissed my nose, and said, "Hi!" Another hot, hard, wet, wild kiss, a soft, "Bye!" and she started. Geez! No royalties either. It was a most delightful taking, a mixture of shy and sure. I have to admit to being shocked -- she started off by lapping, wonderfully, at my pussy. Sky rockets in flight!! Oh my!! Early evening delight!! Yum. I don't know if it was the realization of a long-held fantasy or if she simply wanted to dive right in to tasting a woman. Whatever, I let my captain take control of this pleasure cruise!! Damn! She soon had me a panting, heaving, grinding, twitching, exploding. Oh my god! I heard someone cry out in pleasure; my back arched off the bed, I tried gouging the mattress with my heels, I flailed, pitifully, trying to capture the ginger locks, nearly drew blood from my taut peaks, trembled once more, and crash-landed as it left me.

Jello: Julia. I had been on fire during the bliss of it; I shivered as the dew cooled. I didn't, honestly I didn't, have the energy to reach for Emily. I regretted it fabulously as she continued pleasuring me. I screamed obscenities in thanks. I hated her lovingly. Her fingers drove me into another while her mouth devoured my shivering clit. I screamed at the heat in my core as it spread, torturously, wonderfully, slowly and completely enveloping me. I was still limp from the first; I was hoarse and my muscles ached gloriously after the second. Ginger took pity, I think, and loved me softly, slowly, and gently as she came north. She warmed me with her body; her mouth threatened to overheat me yet again. She gave me a full helping of ... me. I found strength enough to hold her head in my hands as we kissed. Oh my yes!

I finally had to push her away -- breaths were becoming a precious commodity. She laid her head on my shoulder; I could feel her contented smile as she loved me with her fingers. She whispered, "I think, maybe, you liked it Julia!" Bitch! I giggled and nodded. She kissed my neck. Oh Emily, you wonderful, terrible, fabulous woman you. My eyes were closed. The greens were soft and sultry; the smile was glowing. Thank you, Sheri. I love you too.

I had recovered enough, finally, and I did the stretchy, twisty, languid thing ... and purred, a bit hoarsely. I croaked, "Water, please." Em rolled away and brought a glass. I could hear the cubes tinkle the sides of the glass. She sat close, held my head as I sipped -- how thoughtful. I took one of her hands and kissed it in thanks. She leaned over and kissed me. Jesus, this woman is something else. I snuck the glass out of her hand. I was almost ready for round two. I had plans for this one! I whispered, "Close your eyes." She did. I snuck an ice cube into my mouth and put the glass on the night stand.

I pulled her to straddle me, brought her sex to my mouth and began. I had a tight hold of her hips as my now very cold tongue lapped at her. She fought to escape, screaming at me. I laughed inside. My tongue reached deep into her sex ... the fighting eased the deeper it got. I used my tongue to push the cube to her lips then let it fall back into my mouth. She pulled my hair. I took her hand and brought it to her clit. I didn't need to tell her where to put the other -- it moved to her nipples. The ice cube melted quickly in my mouth but not before I had some more fun with it and her. There were threats of reprisal - between pants. Oh yeah, she didn't last very long. She arched her back and, good god, keened in some unknown pitch. My poor nose ... geez. She was glorious; I had to work hard to take all of what poured from her.

Thankfully, there was a headboard. Ginger found it with her hands and leaned forward so as not to completely suffocate me. I gave her little aftershocks as my tongue teased her sensitive pearl. I flicked her nipples -- yup, both, at the same time. I heard her murmur something under her breath. I slid her down and she lay next to me on her tummy. I caressed her neck, shoulders and back. I used the heel of my hand -- from her tailbone all the way up to her neck. She moaned at the pleasure of the pressure. I smiled and kissed her. Aw, her lips were so dry. I kissed her again, darting my tongue over her lips. She moaned softly. We lay together for a while.

I think we both kind of wanted to go to sleep yet neither of had had enough. Finally, Emily said, "Didn't you say something about a Jacuzzi?" I nodded. "Can we?" I kissed her nose and got up.

"I have to go potty anyway. I'll turn it on; you can have your turn next. Meanwhile, maybe pour us some wine?" I padded into the ladies and closed the door; intimate yes, potty, nuh uh. I turned on the water, sat down, finished, flushed, rinsed my face and looked in the mirror. Yup, she was heavy-lidded, satisfied and smiling. She did cock her head a little; no honey, Sheri knows. She nodded and winked. Yup, I did good. She giggled. Oh all right, that good too -- scamp. I blew her a kiss; she blushed. My girl!! Emily did wonder about the silly grin on my face. I wondered if she had a girl in the mirror.

The wines were on the night stand. When she opened the door I handed her the glass. We each tested the water -- seemed okay, and slid in. I let it fill and turned on the jets. Two moans. Two bodies sunk down; two heads rested on the ledge. I reached for a towel and put it under her head. I did the same for myself -- but not before moving next to her.

"So do you have your pussy waxed?" Interesting. Ohhh, I forgot, Emily has a neatly trimmed patch above and on either side of hers; the area immediately around her lips is bare. Now you know.

"Umm, no, Sheri and I shave each other regularly. It's not only fun, it's very intimate and erotic. Plus, there's the additional benefit of the 'test drive.' She giggled as I winked at her. "And no, Emily, I won't shave you. That's not me denying you or telling you what to do. That's for you to decide."

She nodded. "No, I understand Julia. I just wondered. It is a giggly moment though, thinking of the two of you and your test drives."

"Oh my yes."

"How on earth did you wind up in this glorious suite?"

I snickered. "My P.A., Linda, she's a devil with hotels; absolutely worth her weight in gold. She actually told the hotel that she had first hand information that the President wasn't going to be using the suite and insisted that I have it." Ginger gawked. "Scouts honor." That was with my fingers on her nipple. Aren't I the shameless hussy? Oh you just hush Sherri Jo!! Emily looked at me and smiled. I bent and took her nipple in my mouth -- after I poured some wine on it. She shivered. I put my wine down. "Umm ... Em, do you remember me mentioning 'Marco Polo'?