“‘The window’s in the wrong place!”
I woke up suddenly and my brain was sort of rebooting itself. My memory was coming back in unconnected bits and pieces. The dream was a happy dream and I was having a good time in it. Now the window and the rectangle of sunlight and I was back, in my hotel, in my room, in my bed. And Justyna was kneeling on the bed and kissing me and telling me that she had to go to work and I knew where to find her and…
“I lof you Suzy.”
“I lof you too, Justyna,” I said, mimicking her accent, and then she was gone. I lay back and my memories all began banging on the door, trying to get my attention.
“One at a time please,” I said out loud. I giggled too. (Yes I know!) For the first time, I felt good and none of my thoughts could contradict me. I needed to speak to my boss and get back to work somehow. Then there was, of course, Jenneke and her exhibition… that was a hard one to remember and I winced in pain. Then, finally, the memories of Justyna and last night and… Oh, God.
I was being so kind and careful not to go to her too soon, and she was the same. Once the door was locked (twice) and we were alone we kissed and kissed. Then a pause as we hesitated, both eager but we were new to each other. I think it’s better for one to give and the other to receive, for us, I mean lesbians, it’s especially important. So, who would blink first!
“Shall we take all our clothes off?” Said Justyna. And so we did, separately, almost privately, like in school changing rooms. We both turned and stood just as we were, either side of the bed, we looked at each other’s naked bodies for the first time. We both giggled as we realised that we were so different.
Justyna was lovely and curvy! About my height with proper boobs and everything. A neatly trimmed triangle of tight curls. A belly button piercing. As if at a given signal we both knelt on the bed and then moved towards each other.
“You are SO beautiful!” I said, more to break the silence than anything else.
“And so are you,” she said and then, “I lof your body!”
“What shall we do?” I asked.
“Let’s do it this way,” said Justyna as she arranged the pillows.
So we lay side by side and sort of ‘discovered’ each other. Whilst hands reached out to touch, to feel, to stroke, we touched ourselves at the same. We watched each other masturbate. Now. I think this is the perfect thing for a first date! That’s how we learn. I am quite precise in the way I do it whereas Justyna used the palm of her hand to rub everything at once. But the big thing that emerged for me is that she was not in a hurry. My heart soared! We weren’t in a race, a climax was not the goal here. (SO different to my hotel nights in Cambridge with HER.) Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE coming and it’s a big part of my life. But not all orgasms are the same and the best ones come when least expected.
From time to time we turned towards each other and kissed but we were biding our time. Justyna seemed to be a big fan of my little booblets. Her fingers returned again and again to stroke upwards from below and twiddle my hard little nipples.
“Are you ticklish?” she asked.
I grinned and said, “No… ”
This lie was like a red rag to a bull. She was all over me. Armpits, sides, tummy… and then she found the place. The soles of my feet! Now, the Hotel Krasnopolsky is renowned for its discretion and its thick walls, which was good to know because I do get quite vocal. I was in agony, my tummy was hurting through laughing so much. At last, I managed to get her in a head-lock… with my legs. And the only sounds from Room 490 were the liquid sounds and the contented gurgles of a girl who is being licked by another girl. We fell asleep, both of us flat on our backs and limp with loving.
It was still early and so I had a pee and got back into bed, got all comfy and began the most outrageous fantasy.
There is going to be a big football match. The fans always congregate in Dam Square so the police usually ask the pubs and bars in the area. to close for the night. In O’Reilly’s all the other customers have left and Justyna is on her own to lock up. Once the place is secure and the shutters down, she pours us both a drink and we sit and talk. This is a fantasy remember so it’s not long before Justyna goes behind the bar and without me seeing, gets undressed. Then she climbs up onto the counter and sits close to the edge with her feet up by her bottom. From my barstool, all I need to do is lean forward and my face is buried in her sopping wet vulva. With one hand she grips the edge of the bar to steady herself and with the other, she presses my face tight against her. The tastes and aromas are, of course, divine and I am happily lapping her sweet sweet quim. Justyna is pushing harder now, literally humping my face. We are both close, I know it. Then, amid the moans and groans, her voice.
“Please put your finger in my ass.”
And I do and she comes and I feel it with my finger and I have never felt so proud and happy as I do right now and I come and the feeling doesn’t go away and I am simply one smiling, sticky mess.
Should have put the ‘Do not disturb’ thingy on the door handle.
I NEVER bloody remember!
