Guest House Ch. 07: Conclusion

Ever so slowly, the group began to dwindle as passengers began heading to their rooms. Now only ten or so people conversed around the bar. He had taken enough pictures and went over to the bartender to order a Miller Light. As he drank it, he turned to the green eyed brunette.

"I guess I'm your neighbor for this trip," he said and extended his hand. "Dylan."

"Carmen," she said and they shook hands.

"Your husband tired?" he asked, as he noticed the ring on her finger.

"He's a bit socially awkward," she said, as she rolled her eyes. "Well he is only with my friends. He seems to shed his inability to interact when it is with his friends."

Just then Cindy and Carl moved over to the bar. The insurance broker had his arm around his wife's waist with the other hand holding onto a clear plastic cup with a dark spirit inside.

"I see that you met our new tenant, Carmen," Cindy said. "Where's Terry?"

"Hiding," she said, sipping her drink. "He won't come out to play."

"A shame," Carl said. "I have a great new opportunity for him."

"No work on this trip," Cindy said, slapping Carl's shoulder.

He laughed and his phone rang. Cindy raised an eyebrow has he answered it.

"What?" Carl asked. "I told you that the deal was not supposed to be finalized until the ammendments were agreed to."

He then walked to the back of the car to continue his conversation.

"So much for that," Carmen said and the two women laughed. "So where did you find such a hot tenant?"

Dylan almost spit out his drink and roughly swallowed.

"He kind of found us," she said. "We couldn't of found a better tenant though."

She lightly touched his arm and he couldn't help but feel a tad guilty.

"You are too kind," he replied and put his empty beer on the bar.

Carl came back to the group, shaking his head.

"They can't do anything without me being there," he said. "Sorry. Where were we?"

"Talking about not letting work creep into this trip," Cindy said with a smile and Carl laughed.

"Right," Carl said. "Won't happen again."

"Where is your cabin?" Carmen asked Cindy.

"We're on the third car down," she replied. "We really haven't settled in yet."

"No need to since we'll be arriving tomorrow morning," Carl put in and waved his empty glass to the bartender who promptly replaced it with a full one.

"Have you ever been on a train overnight before?" he asked Carmen. He could get lost in those eyes.

"No," she answered. "Though its been more fun then I imagined even if Terry is being a recluse."

They chatted for awhile and Dylan's buzz began to kick in before he realized that he hadn't eaten anything.

"I need to get something to eat," Dylan said.

"Dinner will be served in your cabin," the bartender said and slipped him a menu.

He looked it over and selected a cheeseburger and fries. Carmen took the menu from him as well and ordered a strawberry salad and a bottle of wine. The menu then passed to Carl and then to Cindy. They looked over the menu and ordered.

"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow," Dylan said, placing his glass on the bar.

Back in his cabin, he changed into a pair of sweatpants and tee-shirt before laying down in his cot. He watched the landscape zoom by out his small window. He heard Carmen close the door across the hall.

"You awake, Terry?"

There was silence shortly after and Dylan. A knock came to his door and he opened it. An Amtrak attendant handed him a tray of food and Dylan signed the receipt before closing the door. Inside his room, he put the tray down on the small table and opened the lid. Two meals were there. Worried that he was going to be double charged, he moved to the door to catch the attendant before he left. As he opened the door, he saw Carmen exit.

"Did you get my meal?" she asked. "I had them deliver it to your room because I didn't want to wake Terry. I hope you don't mind?"

"No," he said. "I was a worried that I might get double charged."

She smiled and moved past him to enter the room. There wasn't much space and as she sat down on the edge of the foldout bed, her skirt slid up her long tanned legs. She took her meal and began eating the salad. With no other place to sit, he took a seat next to her. He kept stealing glances at her legs and inch by excruciating inch they spread open a little. Some salad dressing dripped onto her chin and she put the bowl down. To his surprise, she crawled over his lap to get the napkins on the edge of the table. He could feel the weight of her thighs press down into his lap and he fought the impending erection. She pushed herself up, making eye contact with him, and dabbed the dressing off her chin. Those green eyes sparkled dangerously and he gulped down his burger.

"Well," he said, trying to keep some consistency to his tone. "Are you enjoying the train ride?"

"I am," she said, never breaking eye contact. She sat up and placed her back against the wall at the end of the bed. She brought her knees up and he saw her bright blue panties covering her swell of womenhood. He almost let out a gasp. "Are you?"

"It really is..." Her knees parted slightly. "...perfect."

"Perfect?" she asked almost purring the words. Her black skirt had risen so high that they were nearly up to her hips. Her panties shown in all their glory. "Tell me what has grabbed your attention?"

She bit her bottom lip and her eyes looked down to where his cock strained to release from his sweatpants. He knew that this woman's husband was just across the hallway but he couldn't control the tidal wave of lust seething inside of him. He moved toward her, hungry. His lips met hers, closed at first, but soon they both parted. Their tongues fought each other, sliding around and around. Her hands ran down his cheeks, neck, and then thick shoulders. Her mouth tasted of an odd mixture of ranch dressing and bourbon. He let his hand slide down her side to cup her left breast and gave it a quick squeeze. Her hips moved methodically back and forth, rubbing up against his naval. Soon she became almost animalistic in her kissing, driving him back, even biting his bottom lip. Her hands gripped the top of his shirt and nearly ripped it off of him. Then she moved onto his sweatpants and easily wormed their way past the elastic band, pulling out his enraged cock. For the briefest of moments she paused and looked at it. Her hands wrapped around its girth.

He followed suit and reached for the blue velvet strings of her panties and thrust down. She shifted her legs so they slid off. There was no foreplay, no easing into it. This was pure lust. A fire that consumed them both and she guided his member to her opening. Scooting into position, they made eye contact as he entered her. Those emerald eyes squinted as he stretched her like no one had before. She pushed him back slightly as she took in mixture of pleasure and pain but as he was about to pull out of her, she grabbed his ass.

"Don't," she panted. Her eyes still clenched. "Just go slow."

He did. Inch by inch, he filled her until he was entirely inside her. She had grabbed the back of his neck so hard that it had lifted her almost off the bed. He lowered himself and began lightly moving back and forth. Her juices flowed out of her and soon a slapping sound emanated with each thrust. Her hands move to her breasts and squeezed them, but it was those eyes that captivated him. He kept looking into them. The pleasure and pain in them was intoxicating. As he increased his momentum, her soft pants grew into a low murmur. She began to moan loader. Scared that her husband might overhear, he put his hand over her mouth to stifle some of the moaning. She only wrapped her legs around him and began meeting him with her own thrusts. She then bit him rather hard on the hand and he pulledit away. She gave him a wicked smile. He tried to pull out of her but her legs wouldn't let him. He had to use a little force to extract himself from her.

"You have to keep it down," he whispered.

She didn't answer. Instead she rolled over, sticking her ass up into the air towards him. Her pussy glistened and invited him. Pulling toward it like a tractor beam, he positioned his cock into her warm opening and began inserting himself. As soon as his purple mushroom tip entered her, he pushed her face into the pillows and slammed his entire rod in. Her body convulsed but he gave her no time to recover and began pounding her while keeping her face in the pillows. Their flesh slapped together slightly drowned out her muffled moans of pleasure. He wasn't sure exactly how long he worked her, but the overwhelming surge from his loins began to throb. He quickly pulled out of her as he began to release. Thick sprays of cum landed across her backside. Drained, he sat down on the bed and Carmen, on all four, moved over to him, placing her lips on his cock and sucking him dry. He used the napkins on the tray to wipe her ass clean and tossed them onto the tray.

As she continued to rub his cock against the inside of her cheek, he began to get erect again, but he had to stop this. He was playing with fire here and he wanted to remain employed on this trip. So he needed to end this. Despite the urging from his lower region, he pulled her off him.

"We need to stop this," he said.

"Why?" she said, staring at him with those deep green eyes that still had lingering lust sparkling in them.

"Why?" he said. "Your husband is sleeping across the hall and I am on a train in the middle of nowhere. Seriously, I would love to spend the next four hours fucking the shit out of you but we can't."

She puffed out her bottom lip but reached out for her discarded panties and slipped them on. He watched as she straightened her skirt and shirt. He had to admit, she was gorgeous. After she looked herself over in his small mirror, she gave him a loving kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for dinner," she said and then left.

He just looked at the door for a couple of seconds before collapsing onto the bed.

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Dylan didn't leave his room the next morning, instead he kept himself busy by deleting and uploading the photos that he took yesterday. He was already packed and ready to go by the time the train came to a stop. He heard Tom and Carmen get up and leave and he waited a good five minutes before he opened his door. Lugging out his suitcase and duffle bag, he followed the exodus of travelers out and onto the ramp. The wedding party gathered to one side of the platform. He saw Carl and Cindy chatting with another couple. Beside them was a thin man with wire framed glasses. He held Carmen's hand. For the briefest moment, Carmen and Dylan locked eyes and she flashed a wicked smile before the group moved onto a bus. He left his belongings with the bus driver and entered, taking an empty seat. The bus filled to capacity and an overweight gentleman plopped down next to him. Dylan had to squeeze himself against the window just to keep his elbow from touching the stranger. The ride was excruciating. The obese man never said a word and his deep breathing became rhythmic, almost putting Dylan to sleep but the contortion that he was in removed all sleep from the equation.

The bus pulled up to a majestic resort that sat at the base of the snowcapped mountain. The first thing that hit him as he descended off the bus was the clear air. It tickled his lungs as he breathed in. Stretching, he took several deep lung fulls of the crisp air before following the gaggle of travelers into the resort where a clerk hurried to gather the luggage and disperse the keys. Heading to the elevator in the lobby, duffle bag in hand, he flipped the key card over. Room 303. He entered the elevator with Cindy, Carl, and a few others. Several got off at the second floor and then at the third, Cindy and Carl got out. Dylan followed. They moved down the end of the hall to room 302.

"I guess we're neighbors again," Cindy said, flashing her gorgeous smile before disappearing inside.

Dylan slid his key in and heard the door unlock. He tossed the bag at the foot of the bed and plopped down on the mattress. He wasn't sure how long he was asleep, until he heard a light tap on his door. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before getting it. Cindy stood there, dressed in a long deep green dress with matching earrings. Her deep blue eyes looked up at him and her blonde hair was tied back. He forced himself not to look down at her ample cleavage on display. Carl stood just behind her.

"Are you coming to the rehearsal dinner?" she asked and he looked at his watch.

"I'll be right down," he said and cursed to himself.

He closed the door and hurried through his luggage to find his black slacks and buttoned up shirt. It only took him a few minutes to get into the new clothes and brush his teeth. As he put the deodorant away, his hand brushed the aerosol can of pheromone spray. He shook it and could tell that only a few sprays were left. He gave the top a small press and sprayed himself on the neck. Grabbing his camera and key card, he hurried down the hall to the elevator. The rehearsal dinner was in a dining hall and people were already in their seats chatting lightly. He tried to remain inconspicuous and milled around snapping pictures of each table. When he passed Carmen's table, she gave him another of those grins while bringing her fork to her mouth and sucking on it. He had a hard time breaking that gaze from those deep green eyes. He finally moved over to Carl and Cindy's table. He had a seat with his name in front of the only empty seat. Having taken pictures of most of the guests and wedding party, he sat down. He tried not to stare to hard at Cindy. Her dress hugged tightly to her and she was to be the most beautiful woman in the entire room.

"The return on investment is well worth it," Carl said to the man next to him. "I've more then doubled my money."

"The fund has matured," the fat man replied. "I'd get out while its at its peak."

"Peak? Are you crazy? I'll bet it doubles again in the next two years."

The food arrived. Everyone got a choice of a steak or a vegetarian plate. Dylan picked at the steamed asparagus and fought the urge to tell the passing waiter that he had ordered the steak. The drinks flowed throughout the meal and the empty bottle of wine soon became two and then three. There were the toasts and speeches about the lovely couple and then the dinner ended. Dylan scrambled to get as much pictures as he could and felt a tad guilty about getting buzzed. He hadn't thought that he had drank so much but staring into that wine glass was the only thing he could do to not to stare at Cindy and how that dress hugged the curves of her body. It was good to have an excuse to get up and break the spell that she had on him.

He found a spot in the corner and out of the way of the wait staff and mingling crowd to take some photos. A few girls in their early teens giggled as they looked over at him and he tried to ignore them as the dinner wound down. Some of the older attendees called it a night, thanking the bride and groom for a wonderful evening before heading back to their rooms. Most of the group moved around the bar as the bartender poured drink after drink. He was about to put his camera away when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He saw Carmen staring up at him with those piercing eyes.

"A group of us are going out for the night," she said. "Would you like to come?"

Dylan couldn't help but look around for her husband. He was near the door staring at them.

"I don't think so. I need to get up pretty early for wedding," he said and she puffed out her bottom lip. He stole another glance at her husband before moving on. Her playful demeanor soon had a edge of anger to it. She was trouble.

"You better watch out," said a woman's voice, as he clicked a picture of a couple sharing a kiss across the room. "Looks like you are the talk of the room."

He lowered the camera to see Cindy smiling over her glass of wine. Carmen walked away defeated.

"I'm supposed to blend into the background, not stick out," he said and snapped a picture of her. She batted the camera to the side lightly.

"That one is wild fire," Cindy said and looked briefly at Carmen. "Ever since I have known her, she has gone through men. Sometimes I feel bad for Terry. She plays him like a fiddle and he is so timid."

Carmen had already moved onto a group at the bar and the gaggle of women began to explode into laughter.

"I can see," he said and tried very hard to look Cindy in the face and not at the exposed cleavage of that tight fitting dress. All he could think about right then was the night he spent in the tent with her and he began to get aroused. "Where is Carl?"

"Having beers with some colleagues," she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. He followed her eyes to a group of men clapping each other on the back and talking in loud boisterous tones. "He's in his element now. I think I'll head back to my room."

"Let me walk you up," Dylan said. "I'm done here."

She didn't answer but didn't move either as he put the lens cap back on his camera. They then walked together out of the emptying hall.

"So how do you like it in the guest house?" Cindy asked as they walked through the lobby.

"It's been great," he said as he pushed the button to open the elevator. "You have been nothing short of fantastic."

She beamed at the compliment and she stepped in as the doors opened. He couldn't help but stare at the way her dress hugged her ass. He could see the outline of each cheek and wondered if she was wearing any underwear. He followed her in and two other couples joined. It forced him to the back wall and right next to her. Their arms touched and a bit of electricity ran up his arm. He had to control his breathing a bit as he started to become aroused. After the other couples left on different floors, it was just them in the elevator but they remained close, his arm touching her shoulder. They shared this innocent but intimate contact until the doors opened again and Cindy moved out. They followed in silence down the hall until they reached their doors.

"I guess I'll call it a night," she said and stared up at him with those deep blue eyes.

His heart raced as he tried to come up with something witty that would get her to come into his room, but everything felt jumbled in his head.

"Me too," he said and they broke eye contact as she slid her key card into the hotel room. "Hopefully Carl won't be too long. I bought something nice to wear for him."

Dylan gulped. She grinned and slipped through the door, letting it close behind her. He remained in the hall for a short while more. His heart raced and his mind reeled with images of her changing into something sexy. He fought the urge to knock on the door. Instead he compelled himself towards his room, fumbled with his key card, let himself in.

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Dylan woke early to prepare for the wedding. After showering, he rummaged through his duffle bag to find his shaving supplies and deodorant. He placed those on the bathroom counter and then pulled out the silver arousal can. He shook it, barely feeling any liquid sloshing around. He gave the top two quick depressions and it sputtered out a small amount onto his neck. There were still some liquid left but the aerosol was depleted. He found a butter knife from the kitchen area of the hotel room and jabbed it into the side of the can. When he tipped it onto its side a good helping of the spray landed on his hands. Rubbing them together, he smeared it onto his neck and arms. It was more then he needed but this was his last chance. He tossed the empty can back into the bag and continued to getting dressed. He was out the door in fifteen minutes.

The wedding went about as good as it could go. The weather was a bit overcast but it didn't drizzle. Dylan stayed busy and tried to remain inconspicuous but yet get the best shots that he could as the ceremony flew by. After the ceremony and pictures of the bridal party, the group moved into the hall where the reception would take place. Unlike the rehearsal dinner, this party was more festive. Dance music blared and the bartenders worked vigorously to quench thirsts. Dylan nursed a beer as he snapped several pictures of the party goers. A bridesmaid, in her early twenties walked up to him, a glass of white wine in her hand. She was small, cute, and had short brown curly hair. He had noticed her making eye contact with him while he photographed the wedding party. Behind her and trying not to be obvious was a group of woman. They kept stealing glances his way.