fondles, kisses, massages, and then as she’s taking him into her mouth, he let out a quiet groan of pleasure. Just as he is about to climax, he pulls his body away and leans down to begin kissing her face. Again their mouths find each other and the urgency of their lovemaking takes over, kissing, caressing, his throbbing hardness probing just at her entrance causing her to arch her back wanting more when finally with one swift motion, he plunges into her and they both gasp, arching and sweating, moving as if they had made love to each other all their adult lives, they came at the same time like a crescendo at a symphony…their symphony. He lay there on top of her, still inside her, kissing her sweetly, “Kathryn, my sweet, sweet Kathryn.” he whispers as he kisses her nose, lips, eyelids, and cheeks. Then placing a hand on each side of her he gently lifts himself out of her and rolls over to her side, put his left arm under her neck, wrapping it around her shoulders and pulls her to him. God, how he wishes he could stay like this forever.
Over and over in her mind she keeps hearing, “Kathryn, my sweet, sweet Kathryn.” “My” he says as if claiming her as his and her pulse quickens just a bit. She can’t believe how happy she feels and she loves how he pulls her to him, as if to hold on to her forever she hopes. Not wanting to lose the moment but wanting to learn more about him she says, “Okay Keiran, nice try but if you think that you can keep from telling me about yourself just by making love to me and causing me to shudder in delight, you’ve got another thought coming.”
Laughing and smiling he looks down at her, “You’re right darling I guess it’s my turn.”
“Darling”, he keeps calling me “darling” I love it! She thinks to herself letting her heart soar with possibilities.
He kisses her, sits up and pulls his pants on. “I think we will need another bottle of champagne for this…” he is saying when they jump at something banging outside their cabana. They quickly look at each other and Kathryn instinctively reaches for her top and sweater. Keiran hollers, “Coming!” as he tosses her pants to her as he reaches the cabana opening. Having noticed that there are two Dubai policemen standing just to the left of the opening, Keiran slowly stands up trying to give Kathryn as much time as necessary to get dressed. The policeman on the left shone his flashlight into Keiran’s face and asks, “What are you doing?”
“N-N-Nothing” Keiran stammers.
“Do you know what time it is?”
“Uh, no, honestly I have no idea what time it is.”
“It’s nearly one-thirty in the morning, what are you doing here?” the police officer demands.
As if on cue, Kathryn emerges, “hello” she says, “I didn’t realize it’s so late.”
The policemen recognize her immediately, “Ms. Kage, are you okay?”
“I am. I’m fine, really I am. My friend and I were walking on the beach when I started to feel ill, perhaps from the seafood dinner I had earlier, and we stopped here so that I could lie down.” She hated the lie, but hated the consequences for what they were doing even more.
“Why is your friend in a state of undress?”
“Oh, he took off his shirt so that I could use it to blot my face after I vomited.”
Looking very concerned now, “Shall we call a doctor for you Ms. Kage?”
“No, thank you though. I must have dozed off and am now feeling fine. I will head inside to my apartment.”
“Very well, Ms. Kage, can we be of assistance?”
“No, I’m sure we can manage, but thank you.”
“What about you, Mr.” pausing for Keiran to fill in his name which he did, “Mr. Reece, can we get you a taxi?”
“Actually,” Kathryn interjects, “he’ll help me inside and then take one of my cars to his hotel. Thank you very much for your kindness.”
“Very well then, goodnight Ms. Kage.” and then nodding at Keiran, “Mr. Reece.” They turn and walk just a few yards and then wait, wait for them to follow.
Kathryn and Keiran shoot each other sly smiles, turn to gather their belongings, hiding the empty champagne bottle and glasses in the blanket, picking up their shoes, they head down the beach, and then finally into her apartment building. With them disappearing safely into the building the policemen resume their normal patrol.
Chapter 9
As they enter Stephanie’s suite, Keiran’s suite, Steph offers the gentlemen more vodka. Taking the glasses but not drinking, the men are anxious to get on with it. Yosef says to Trish, “which way to our room, honey?”
The girls look at each other and laugh out loud as if Yosef had just told a really funny joke. The men look at each other bewildered and Stan states, “You’ve led us on all night, we’re not leaving without having had sex.”
Again, the girls burst out laughing.
“Relax” Steph says, “let us put some music on and turn all of the lights on.”
Stan and Yosef look at each other thoroughly confused. Usually women want to turn the lights off… they are actually turning on all of the lamps, moving furniture, spreading blankets, and then having turned on the CD player last Steph instructs, “you two sit there, that’s right sit there and watch. We’ll let you two know when you can join us.”
Still not fully comprehending, Stan leans back into the chair, puts his right ankle up on his left knee, takes a swallow of vodka and lets the jazz music fill his ears.
After several minutes, and several drinks, the girls take center floor atop the blankets. Trish being shorter is standing facing the men, while Stephanie stands behind her. As they start dancing, feeling the music and vodka, Stephanie starts kissing Trish’s neck from behind and begins caressing her arms down to her fingers and back up again, slowly, lightly, caressing her milky white skin,
Both the men look at each other in amazement at their luck. Neither of them has ever experienced anything like this before.
Steph picks up Trish’s fiery red hair so that she can lightly kiss her neck from one side to the other, nibbling at her ears and down her shoulders as Steph’s hands slide down Trish’s dress, over her perky little breasts that are standing at attention wanting more. Stephanie slips the spaghetti straps off Trish’s shoulders revealing her naked, milky white body with a small patch of light red between her legs. Glancing at the men Stephanie smiles, they are both oblivious to the other man’s masturbating while watching the girls. Perfect, Stephanie thought to herself, perfect.
Its Stephanie’s turn as Trish turns to her left and slips her left hand around Steph’s waist, turning Stephanie towards her. They are now face-to-face, sideways to the men. This part was always choreographed perfectly. The men never knew what they’d gotten themselves into. Trish got down on her knees, sliding her hands up Steph’s dress, around her butt, back around and then between her legs, playing with Steph’s clitoris, to which Steph let out a small groan of pleasure making Trish smile. Trish always knows just where to touch… Trish lingers for a little while and then Steph put her right foot up on the ottoman that was purposely and strategically placed earlier. Rocking her hips back and forth wanting more, Trish sucks and rubs and brings Steph to orgasm with ease. Moving her hands up and kissing the lower part of Stephanie’s torso, just above her pubic area, she continues moving
