“You have done your research, haven’t you?” Kayla leaned forward, gaze wandering over Amy’s face before settling on her eyes. “You do know Pink Roses isn’t a dating site?”
Amy clutched her wineglass to her chest and nodded vigorously. She drew breath, opened her mouth to speak but closed it again when Kayla clasped her left hand and gently squeezed, running her thumb over the indent at the base of Amy’s fourth digit.
“I know you’re nervous and new to this.” Kayla leaned closer, full lips almost brushing Amy’s cheek, her cherry-red lipstick shimmering. “I understand if you’ve changed your mind. Just because you’re here doesn’t mean we have to—”
“No. I’m fine,” said Amy retracting her hand. “Sorry.” She touched Kayla’s arm, tried to smile. “I haven’t changed my mind.” She tapped the plastic keycard on the glass-topped table in front of her. “I’ve checked in, the room’s ready.”
“Doesn’t mean you are.” Kayla scooped up her wine glass, swirled the ruby liquid and held it to the light before taking a sip. “I love the colour of a good red wine, don’t you?” She turned her head and studied Amy’s face. “Green eyes… unusual,” she said, tilting her head to one side. “You’re very attractive.”
“Thank you.” Amy took a gulp of wine. Her cheeks burned and she was thankful she’d chosen this distant corner of the hotel bar where the lighting was dim enough to hide her blushes. She shifted in her seat, the faux leather creaking. “You’re attractive too.”
Kayla snorted, her face creasing. She brushed away the kiss curls that had fallen across her face and smiled broadly, showing even white teeth.
“Sorry, I’m not good at this.” Amy’s heart thumped against her ribs but she bravely placed her glass on the table and squared her shoulders. “I’m a bit out of practice.”
“You’re doing fine.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely.” Kayla flipped her hair and moistened her lips. “So… you like what you see?”
Amy blinked. Oh yes. Kayla was beautiful – rich caramel skin, huge dark eyes and those wild raven curls that framed her heart-shaped face and dusted her shoulders. Her site profile picture had immediately grabbed Amy’s attention but it hadn’t shown the tiny crinkles that danced at the corners of her eyes when Kayla smiled, or the way her eyebrows arched high when something amused her. It didn’t give any hint of her smooth toffee-fondant voice or the devilish glint in her rich coffee eyes.
“You’re staring.”
“Sorry.” Amy bit her lip. “It’s just that you’re… you’re—”
“Older than my profile picture? It was taken a few years ago. I’ve been meaning to update it but I haven’t got around to it yet.” Kayla twirled a dark curl, the tiniest sliver of silver catching the light. “You don’t mind a few grey hairs, do you?”
“No… hell, no. Mine’s dyed,” said Amy, shrugging. “I’ve no idea what colour it is under the red. Probably white.” She laughed awkwardly, but Kyla smiled.
“Looks great,” she said. “You look good. Lovely.” She lifted her wineglass and drained the contents. “Shall we?” Putting the glass down, she stood and smoothed down her top. She slung her handbag over a shoulder. “I’m afraid I don’t have all night and I’m… well, I’m keen.” Moving behind Amy, she trailed a finger over her shoulder and down the top of her spine, sending tingles racing along Amy’s backbone and up over her scalp. “Let’s go. Okay?”
Amy collected her handbag and pushed her chair back onto the four dimples in the carpet that marked its usual resting place. Car headlights momentarily swept over her and looking up, she saw the car park filling as the day faded into night. A group of men in business suits entered the bar, two women in tight skirts and shiny stilettos tottering behind. They chatted loudly while ordering drinks and didn’t acknowledge Amy and Kayla as they stole quietly past.
Walking closely beside her, Amy brushed an arm against Kayla’s, loving the touch of her silky skin. She breathed in a hint of sweet cocoa-butter and smelled coconut shampoo when Kayla ran fingers through her hair. Kayla rested her hand on the small of Amy’s back, the gentle pressure triggering more delightful shivers that migrated from the point of contact straight to Amy’s loins, becoming a needy pulse. Amy’s heart raced and her thoughts smudged into a lusty haze. She was ready. She wanted sex.
“Lift?” Kayla asked, pointing to the gleaming metal doors beyond the oak veneered reception desk and the pretty receptionist who’d greeted Amy earlier.
“We’d better, it’s floor three.”
“Okay.”
Kayla’s scarlet fingernail clicked on the metal call button. Leaning one hip against the wall, she scooped up Amy’s hand and brought it to her lips. She fluttered her long lashes before her dark eyes locked with Amy’s. A smile creased the corners of her mouth and grew into a mischievous smirk when an automated voice announced the arrival of the lift.
“Come on, Amy,” she whispered.
As soon as the doors swished open, Kayla pulled Amy into the lift and pushed her against the mirrored wall. She kissed her firmly on the mouth, her fleshy cleavage squeezing from the plunging neckline of her tight black top as she pressed her body against Amy’s chest. Amy gasped and looked nervously around. She tensed until the doors slid shut and the lift juddered upward. Then she relaxed – gave in to desire.
Parting her lips, Amy kissed deeply, soon hopelessly lost in the moment. She probed Kayla’s mouth, tasting wine and a hint of minty toothpaste. Moaning softly, she slid her arms around Kayla and clutched her rounded buttocks, feeling them tense beneath light cotton trousers.
It was Kayla who broke away. Her tinkling laugh filled the silence and her smile shone brighter than the glaring LED pin spots illuminating the lift.
“You’re not shy after all,” she said, nodding slowly.
“I’m working on it.”
Floor three.
The automated voice preceded the doors sliding smoothly open. Turning to the mirrored wall, Amy wiped a lipstick smudge from her mouth and smoothed her hair before exiting the lift.
“Which way?” asked Kayla.
“Left. Room three-twenty-two.”
The hotel was an anonymous maze. The long corridors of plain magnolia walls and swirling blue and red nylon carpet could be transposed into any one of thousands of chain hotels. The room was equally predictable; a perfectly square box with grey carpet and off-white walls. A pine effect desk sat beneath the window and a tiny white-tiled ensuite was shoehorned into the corner by the door. The double bed sat against a feature wall painted slate grey, a large landscape print adding a welcome splash of sunshine yellow, blue and green to the otherwise neutral decor.
The room was bland but spotlessly clean. The bed covers were pure white and so entirely crease-free they could have been ironed in situ; the pillows were neatly arranged and equally pristine. Reluctant to defile their immaculate state, Amy had avoided sitting on the bed when she’d checked in. In fact, she hadn’t touched anything and her overnight bag sat on the floor still zipped up.
“Well?” Amy shrugged. “Will it do?”
Kayla pushed the door to. She slid her handbag onto the desk beside the kettle and plastic basket of tea bags and sugar, then clicked a switch, dowsing the main light to leave the room bathed in the soft glow of the bedside night lamps.
Amy took a step back, fingers fiddling with the plastic keycard. Even with the lights dimmed, the room lacked a romantic atmosphere: no scented candles, champagne on ice, or the dulcet tones of Barry White playing on repeat that had been the scene in her imagination. Reality was rather jarring. Then again, there was no need for the trappings of seduction when the sexual contract was already signed and sealed.
While Amy froze, Kayla slipped off her shoes and cast aside her top. Unbuttoning her cotton slacks, she let them fall and kicked them away to join the discarded top. She stood, hands on hips, wearing only a skimpy bra and panties. The black lace teasingly showcased her large dark nipples and the puffy lips of her shaved pussy; her skin looked radiant in the soft light.
Kayla arched an eyebrow. “Come on Amy, you’re overdressed.”
Amy hesitated, distracted by Kayla’s mountainous breasts squeezed into her transparent bra. She thought about touching them, sucking the dark nipples into her mouth and—
“Amy? You okay?”
“Yeah.” Amy drew a deep breath. “I’m just… you’re so…” She squished her thighs together, felt moisture dripping inside her panties. “Sorry.”
Exhaling, Amy slid the dress straps off her shoulders and wriggled the material down over her hips. Her pantyhose – designed to flatten her stomach – weren’t very flattering so she swiftly scraped off her shoes to remove the offensive underwear. Straightening, she stood before Kayla in bra and knickers.
“Better,” said Kayla. “And can I say, those are lovely?”
A smile flickered on Amy’s lips. “I thought red might be a bit bold,” she said, “but the satin’s so silky to feel.”
“I meant your breasts.”
“Oh.”
Amy gaped and stood staring like a lost puppy, but Kayla grabbed a hand and led her to the bed. The pristine covers crumpled as they sat; the pillows dipped when Kayla eased Amy backwards. Reaching around, she unfastened Amy’s bra and slipped it off. She trailed a fingertip over Amy’s left nipple before sucking it into her mouth.
“Oh my…” Amy took a sharp intake of breath and held it. She didn’t dare move – couldn’t move – while Kayla swirled her tongue over the rapidly hardening nub and nibbled gently.
Pausing, Kayla gazed at Amy with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Mustn’t neglect this one,” she murmured, pinching the other nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Moans rumbled from Amy’s throat as every pass of Kayla’s tongue stimulated her sensitive buds, sending spasms rippling through her body. She moved her hips and pressed her body against Kayla’s hot, smooth flesh with its cocoa-butter sheen. Then Amy felt a hand slide between her legs.
Oh my god. Arching her back, she parted her thighs and lay back on the duvet, allowing Kayla to slide fingers beneath her satin panties and stroke her slit. Kayla rubbed gently, circled Amy’s clit, then eased two fingers inside.
“Christ, yes…” Clutching fistfuls of the soft duvet, Amy writhed in pleasure. “Oh yes… yes.”
She raised her backside off the mattress allowing Kayla to tug her panties down her thighs and hook them over her feet. Naked, she watched as Kayla leaned over her before kissing her lips. Kayla kissed her again, and again, butterfly kisses that danced over Amy’s neck, her mouth, her shoulders, each caress scorching her skin. Then Kayla rubbed Amy’s clit – hard.
“Oh god…yes!”
Kayla rubbed with one hand while thrusting with the other. Two fingers…three… the rhythm steady. Amy shuddered, her climax building.
“Faster,” she murmured, “I need to come – want to come.”
“Patience.”
Kayla thrust harder, faster. She crushed her breasts against Amy’s, the stiff lace of her bra stimulating Amy’s nipples remarkably well. Kayla eased a leg over Amy’s thigh, half mounting her as she rubbed and stroked. Amy tensed, held her breath. She quivered and her pussy muscles contracted in delicious rapid spasms, gripping Kayla’s probing fingers. Hips bucking, Amy pressed her head back into the pillows and gripped the duvet while she rode the waves.
When the spasms subsided, Amy let out a loud, satisfied sigh.
“Oh my God,” she panted, catching her breath. A huge smile cracked her face. “That was… oh my… my—”
“Shush, give yourself a moment,” said Kayla, grinning. “I think you needed that.” She caressed Amy’s stomach and leaned down to kiss her.
Amy laughed. “You just kissed my stretch marks.”
“I know. Couldn’t resist. How many children?”
“Two.” Amy giggled. “You did it again.”
“What? They’re beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” Amy rolled onto her side. “They’re stretch marks.”
“They show that you’re a woman. Every part of you is beautiful, Amy.”
Amy narrowed her eyes.
“Oh, that face… not as good as your cum face,” said Kayla, smirking. “You pull the most wonderful expression when you come.”
“Oh, do I?”
“Yeah.”
Amy sat up. “Hmm… I think you have an unfair advantage over me. You’ve seen me at my most vulnerable.”
“Indeed.”
“So…” Amy drew out the word, her gaze travelling over Kayla’s prone body. “I’d better check out your cum face, hadn’t I, huh?”
Kayla’s eyebrows arched and she pushed curls from her face. “It’s only fair.”
Sitting upright, she reached behind to unhook her bra. Released, her breasts hung like two bronzed mounds, the nipples already bullet hard. Kneeling, Kayla slid her panties down her thighs and rolled on her back to complete their removal. She lay on her side, curvy and beautiful as a pre-Raphaelite nymph.
“Wow, you are…” Amy’s words dried. She gazed at Kayla, her breath shallow. “I, erm… What shall I—”
“I like oral,” said Kayla, rolling onto her back. She grasped Amy’s hand and placed it on her pussy. “Stroke me first then lick me.”
Amy felt warm wetness beneath her fingertips. Leaning over Kayla, she gently stroked her with fingers already slick with Kayla’s juices. Her mouth watered and, unable to resist, she sucked a fingertip. Ohh… the smooth cream coated her tongue and filled her mouth with delicious sweetness. Grunting softly, Amy wriggled down the bed and buried her head between Kayla’s thighs. She’d spent mere seconds stroking Kayla but with nectar this sweet, she was too greedy to wait.
Grasping fleshy thighs for purchase, Amy puckered her lips and sucked. She didn’t hold back, hungrily rasping her tongue along Kayla’s flesh, sucking her juices and swallowing. She nipped Kayla’s clitoris with her teeth, delighted to hear her squeal and feel her body quiver. She probed with her tongue, added a finger, then rubbed Kayla’s clit with a thumb while sucking and slurping. She kept going, relishing every moment.
It wasn’t until Kayla pushed Amy away that she realised she’d brought her to climax. Amy sat back, wiping juice from her mouth. A smirk stretched her lips as she watched her partner clench her thighs and jolt, a look that flitted between ecstatic bliss and excruciating agony contorting her face. Moaning, Kayla stretched her arms above her head. Raven curls splayed across the crushed white pillows.
“Thank you,” said Kayla, sighing. “That was… yeah.”
“You’re welcome.”
A beaming smile lit up Kayla’s face. “And my cum face?”
“It’s adorable.”
“Good to know.” Kayla pushed up onto her elbows and sat. “I need a quick shower, I’m sweaty.”
“Shower? Must you—” Amy bit her lip.
“Must I what?”
“Nothing,” said Amy shaking her head. “Go ahead. The towels are clean.”
“Thanks.” Kayla stood, stretched, and headed for the ensuite, curvy hips swaying. She left the door ajar. “Mind if I use the shower cap?”
“Go for it.”
Amy flopped back on the pillows listening to Kayla moving around. The water started up, thundering against the plastic surround and she smiled when Kayla shrieked, How hot? Amy shifted onto her side. She contemplated joining Kayla but instead, rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. If Kayla had wanted company in the shower, she’d have asked. And she was in a rush. She’d made that clear. Frowning, Amy twisted the duvet. Then again, maybe…
Too late. Amy’s heart sank when the water stopped, Kayla’s quick shower having lasted barely two minutes.
Kayla emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a white fluffy towel, water glistening like jewels on her smooth caramel skin. Ripping off the shower cap, she fluffed out her hair and patted her face dry with a corner of the towel. She reached for her handbag, extracted eyeliner and lipstick, and pulled out the chrome legged desk chair. Leaning close to the mirror, she applied eyeliner with deft strokes.
“You’re new to this in every way, aren’t you?” she said, catching Amy watching.
Amy grimaced. “That obvious?”
Kayla shrugged. “We all have to start somewhere. You did well.”
“Thanks.”
“When did you get divorced, if you don’t mind me asking? The mark on your finger,” Kayla added when Amy stared blankly.
“Oh… Six months ago.”
“That recent? And how long were you married?”
Amy exhaled loudly and pulled the duvet up over her legs. “Twenty-two years.”
“Wow. Long time.” Kayla twisted to look at her. “What happened?”
“Oh, you know, the usual: I got married young, regretted it, but we stayed together for the kids.”
“And got divorced when they left home?”
“Yes. I’m a cliché,” said Amy flinging an arm to one side. She kicked the duvet away again.
Returning the eyeliner to her handbag, Kayla uncapped her lipstick. “So now you’re… what? Finding yourself?”
“Yep.”
Kayla ran the lipstick back and forth over her lips. “Why Pink Roses? Did you have girlfriends before you got married?”
“No. I’ve always fancied girls and did some flirting online while I was married but… you’re my first real experience.”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh.” Amy clicked her tongue. “But you knew that. You’re being kind.”
“I’ve no reason to complain,” said Kayla, smirking. “I’ve already said you were good.”
Giggling Amy rolled onto her front. “You made it easy. Thank you.”
Kayla nodded. “I’m glad.” Dropping her towel, she stooped to gather up her clothes. “I get it, you know,” she said as she shimmied into her panties. “I was married, briefly.” She raised her left hand, turned it, examining it. “Long time ago. No ring mark anymore.”
“You were married? To a man?”
“Yeah. It was stupid, a mistake. Lasted less than a year.”
“Wrong sex?”
“Definitely.”
“So why—”
“Peer pressure, I guess,” she said, shrugging. “Anyway, that’s all in the past.”
“Hmm.” Amy pursed her lips. “Is it bad that I don’t know what I am?”
“What do you mean?”
“Lesbian, bi-sexual—”
“Oh, I see. No, not at all. Do you need a label?”
Amy sighed. “Actually, yes. I’ve been lost for so long I want to know exactly who I am.”
“I see. I get it. I think,” said Kayla waving her lipstick, “you need to get back on the website, make more dates, and do some experimenting. You can’t pinpoint your sexuality in a hurry so get out there and try the goods. Have some fun.”
Amy chewed her lower lip. “Maybe.”
“Do it.” Kayla pulled on her top and fastened her trousers. She brushed out the creases before slipping into her shoes. “I’m so sorry, I have to go. I, erm… I look after my mum, she lives with me.”
“Oh…okay.”
“Yeah, the home help stayed on tonight but I promised I wouldn’t be late. That’s why I’m…” she pointed to the door. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, go.” Amy smiled but her face fell as soon as Kayla turned away. She watched Kayla close her handbag and swing it over her shoulder. “Kayla?”
“Yes?”
“Can I text you?”
Kayla frowned. “I have a full-time job and my mother…” She wrung her hands. “Occasional hook-ups like this work for me, I’m not looking for—”
“Me neither.” Amy swung her legs over the end of the bed. “I kind of meant in case I need advice.” She screwed up her nose. “Would that be okay?”
“Right.” Kayla smiled warmly. “Sure, why not? I can steer you if you like.”
“Thank you. And I would like to see you again.”
“Oh, Amy.” Marching to the bed, Kayla knelt before Amy and cupped her face between her palms. “I won’t rule it out, okay? But in the meantime,” she said, cherry-red lipstick shimmering, “you have a hotel room all to yourself and a bar within staggering distance. It was filling up nicely when we left, lots of potential company.” She kissed Amy gently on the lips. “Think of the fun you can have – right now.”
She slid a hand down Amy’s naked body and found her sensitive nub. She rubbed her thumb over it before easing a finger into Amy’s slit. She left it there for a moment while Amy squirmed, then withdrawing her hand, sucked the finger clean.
“So wet,” she murmured, “and delicious. Now, I can’t finish what I’ve just started here but I’m willing to bet someone can. Man, woman… Take your pick.” Leaning in she kissed Amy hard on the mouth then gave her nipples a few playful tweaks as she stood. “See you, sexy,” she said, smirking.
“See you.”
Kayla blew a kiss and swept from the room.
When the door clicked shut, Amy flopped back on the bed. The room was eerily quiet with Kayla gone but when she listened carefully, she could make out voices below and faint music. She sighed; Kayla was right. The night was young and there was action to be had if she was brave enough to go and get it. Contemplating the possibilities, she stretched out her limbs – like a newly emerged moth drying its wings before heading out into the night on the next stage of life.
A smile blossomed on Amy’s face and drawing up her knees she touched her pussy, quivering at the sensitivity. Spurred on by unadulterated horniness, she rose from the bed and flitted around the room gathering up her clothes. A new chapter of her life had begun – why wait to continue?
