Chapter 3

“So, how far did you go?”

“Far enough,” I replied, “I mean we started off just necking but then she put her hand down my jeans and you know.”

“Yeah,” I pulled a wry grin, “I never counted it as sex at the time but later on when I was older I had to admit that my night with Elizabeth from Nice was the first time I’d had sex.”

“So, what happened?” Elizabeth asked.

“I sobered up, she realized I’d been far more inebriated than I let on and although we kind of made up, it was never the same. I felt weird seeing her and she felt as if she’d somehow forced herself on me, which I didn’t argue with at the time. I admit now that I was as much to blame for it as she, I kind of knew what was going to happen and didn’t fight back.”

“My first time was a little different,” she leaned over me and put the empty glass on the bedside table, “I played strip poker with this girl at the Academy and lost the final hand, which meant I had to let her kiss me on the lips.”

“Ah,” she moved back and propped on her elbow, “it was one kiss but when she kissed me again I didn’t resist, before I knew it she had her finger inside me and I was listening for footsteps because we were likely to be disturbed at any moment. It was the quickest hand job I ever had.”

“And did you and this woman?” I left the question unfinished.

“Now that never happened, it was the kind of place you were never left alone for long, I was only dipping my toes as I mentioned earlier but in Las Vegas I really cut loose.”

She fell silent after that and I had run out of things to say until she finally sat up.

“Well I guess I’d better go to my own bed.”

“No,” I grabbed her hand and she looked down as I moved it to my crotch, “stay here.”

For a few moments I thought I’d pushed it too far but then she laid back down again and kept her hand where I’d put it.

“Stay,” she exerted a little more pressure, “curious?”

“Mildly,” I replied, “and yeah, I am mildly intoxicated but I put your hand there so that shatters my defense in court.”

She moved her hand back and forth over my lips. I spread my legs and kept my eyes locked on her, not willing to make a reciprocal move just yet. She kept rubbing me and I swallowed, this was where I should say stop but I didn’t and when she tugged playfully at the zipper I spread my legs a little wider. Elizabeth made as if she was going to unzip me but then moved further up to my belt buckle. I raised my hand slightly and then dropped it again as she eased the tip out of the belt loop and pulled it away from the tongue. I felt the pressure around my waist decrease as she slipped the tip out of the frame. A crooked smile nudged her lips as she unbuttoned the button. She grabbed the zipper and waited. My trousers were partially undone. What was she waiting for?

“What are you waiting for?” I finally breathed.

“That,” she unzipped me and smiled.

Her hand moved down between my legs, over the shirt and down to my panties, I swallowed as she tickled my lips and then she leaned over a little more. A moment later her hair swept over my face as she kissed me on the lips. It was a slow, teasing kiss and she held herself there while she gently rubbed my genitals. I uttered a low moan and she pulled away and withdrawing her hand from between my legs, swept her hair over her ear.

“Too far?” Elizabeth asked me.

“Not far enough,” I exhaled and rolled onto my side, she went with me and we ended up with me on top of her. My knee was between her legs and I eased my hand down to her fly, she slipped her right hand under my jeans to grasp my left cheek and I smiled as she dug her fingernails in.

I kissed her on the lips, forcing her mouth open for a long, lingering kiss while I fumbled with her belt buckle, it finally came undone just as our lips parted and I looked down to her front fastening. It was one of those flap and hook types, I undid the first button and she grasped the front of her trousers so as I could undo the metal hook.

“Pesky little fuckers,” she grinned.

I unzipped her and moved my hand down between her legs, she parted them at the same time and pushed upwards allowing me to feel her lips. We kissed a few more times in succession, each kiss long and lingering.

We were both breathing heavily a few minutes later and by then she’d brought her right hand around to my front to tease my genitals. I was well past the point of no return and she sensed it too as she rolled suddenly and deposited me onto my back. She spread her legs and straddled me, her hair swept over my body as she nuzzled my throat with soft kisses. I moved my hands under her trousers and grabbed her cheeks, she moaned as I dug my fingernails in and then she was moving her hands under my shirt. She teased me with light spidery touches on my belly and I wriggled under her, she went higher and finally reached my breasts. I felt them moving under her pressure, upwards and inwards.

I brought my hands around to the front and slipped them down behind her panties, she was getting wetter as well. I found her moist lips and started sliding my finger between them, I used my other hand to tickle her perineum and she suddenly groaned and sat up. She brought her hands out from under my shirt and looked down at what I was doing, a smile drifted across her lips as I masturbated her with a methodical rhythm.

“Too far?” I asked her.

“Not far enough,” she smiled and began to unbutton her blouse, it parted slowly to reveal small pert breasts constrained by a white bra and I moved my hands upwards to her breasts, feeling them move beneath my hands. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. It fell down her back and there was a pause while she removed it.

“Now you,” she undid my second snap.

“Go ahead, officer, strip search me. I could be hiding contraband.”

“A distinct possibility,” she undid the third snap, “I can see two big lumps under your shirt,” she undid the fourth snap, “yep, just as I suspected, two large mounds.”

She undid the fifth and sixth snaps, and parted the shirt to reveal my bra.

“What have we here,” she arched herself forward to nuzzle my throat.

Her hands moved upwards to push the shirt over my shoulders and I undid my cuffs, the shirt came off with a bit of a wriggle and some help from her. I was now fully aroused as she pulled my bra straps down over my shoulders. I reached behind me to undo the strap and she lifted the garment in a triumphant gesture.

I reached upwards to undo her bra strap and she let it fall to expose small breasts with upturned nipples that she lowered towards my mouth. I locked my lips over one nipple and swirled my tongue around it, feeling it beginning to harden as I massaged her other breast. She let out a low guttural moan and arching her back, rose slightly and as my lips left her breast she moved back and down. Her mouth found my left nipple and I closed my eyes as the pleasurable sensations flooded through me, this was pure bliss. My ex husband had always treated my breasts like lumps of dough, but she knew how to stimulate them. I held her head between my hands as she labored over my breasts and then moved downwards over my belly. My groans became louder as she reached my navel, her hands tugged at my jeans, pulling them over my hips and taking my panties with them. I felt her tongue lapping over my genitals and let out a whimper.

The whimper became more intense as wibbled her tongue over my clitoral hood. She’d worked the jeans and panties all the way down to my ankles. There was a pause while she slid off the end of the bed and removed my jeans, panties and socks. She had a whimsical smile on her face as she dropped her trousers and panties to reveal her trimmed pussy.

“Time for dessert,” she eased back onto the bed, “I have a sex toy.”

“Whatever,” I spread my legs, “take me hard.”

Elizabeth walked over to her suitcase and opened it while I fingered myself somewhat absently. I had this recurring image in my mind of a much younger me with my skirt riding over my pussy and Elizabeth from Nice finger fucking me while I held onto a brass bedhead. The erotic images faded fairly quickly when Elizabeth returned with a dildo and a small tube of lubricant.

“Prepare to meet thy doom,” she eased onto the bed and I spread my legs obediently as she inserted the dildo into my moist opening.

She teased me with it at first, inserting a bit at a time before withdrawing and then she lowered her head and began lapping at my clitoris and tickling my perineum. I bucked beneath her as she went to work on me. I remember grabbing the eiderdown tightly as she kept driving that dildo in and out, rocking it back and forth with each pass. It turned inside me and I began whimpering loudly, trying to squeeze something out and her tongue teased my clitoris I remember raising my head and grunting rather loudly.

She certainly did as I asked. The dildo slid in and out, faster and faster and she ravished my clitoris with her tongue until finally I bucked and heaved. The orgasm ripped through me in a series of waves that had me crying with pleasure as I vanished into oblivion. When I finally came around she was sliding the dildo out and easing over beside me.

“Well you certainly enjoyed that,” she chuckled, “I thought I was going to have to call 911.”

“Perish the thought,” I rolled onto my side and brought one knee right up, “it was more intense than I expected, although I was rather drunk the first time.”

“So,” she stroked my thigh, “do I get to see you again once this blizzard blows over.”

“We can work something out,” I moved over on top of her, “but first let me taste you.”

Going down on Elizabeth for the first time was interesting, I started with just fingering and then slowly began tonguing her. She liked being penetrated and I was able to get three fingers inside fairly quickly and once there I began to work in earnest. She wriggled beneath me, pushing herself up into my face and when I slicked back her clitoral hood to expose the delicate little organ she begged me to lick it.

“Go hard against it,” she panted, “she wants your tongue.”

I swirled my tongue around it, feeling her quiver at the same time. My constant in and out motions became harder and faster, at one point I thought she’d climaxed because she tensed up but then pushed my head back down again.

Who was I to disobey Special Agent Kelley? I went harder and began dragging my fingers back to stimulate the front of her vaginal passage. Her grunts became more ragged, frantic and when she finally let go she squirted me in the eye. When she finally came around she burst out laughing when I told her.

“I always was top of the class in marksmanship,” she propped on her elbows.

“So, here we are, two naked ladies in bed. I’ve completed my investigation and you are one hot woman,” she regarded me.

“I’m serious about Sweden, it’s the trip of a lifetime and if you don’t have the money I’m sure I can dip into my reserves.”

“I’m coming, but don’t worry about paying for me, I’m a big girl now.”

“You certainly are,” she squeezed one of my breasts.

I could write more about our night and that next day. Suffice it to say we didn’t fly out until the following night, she was on a chartered flight and I had to take a commercial red eye. We met up again a few days later I guess the rest is history. By then I’d told my ex that it would be a cold day in hell before I’d consider reconciling with him. I moved out and into my new place not far from Elizabeth’s house, I’ve got my two youngest kids with me but Toni has a room reserved, just like I promised. In a few weeks time we’re heading to Sweden. Oddly enough it’s the first family vacation we’ve had in years, all the kids are coming with us. I can’t wait to fly out. This is something I’ve been actively waiting for, the chance to spread my wings.

So there you have it, my coming out happened in the middle of a blizzard and in hindsight I know it couldn’t have happened any other way. I was a long way from home in a strange hotel, if it hadn’t worked out at least I could have put it behind me but thankfully it did and so here I am closing off this account and getting ready to work on the next chapter of my book.