Private Emotions – Appointments (The Private Emotions Trilogy) (3 page)

As she rushed out the door I shouted, “What if I change my mind?”

“I’ll text you later. Promise.”

I sat there shocked at the surprising proposal and petrified at what I had just agreed to do. It would not make sense to call and back out now because knowing Ronnie, she would not take my call. She would give me no ammunition to back out of my decision.

“Hey you look like you’ve seen a ghost. I could make you another coffee if this one is that bad?”

“Oh, no no, the coffee is great. I just had a very interesting conversation with a friend and now I think that I seriously need some carbs otherwise I am going to pass out.”

“Well, that must have been some conversation. So how about I make you the special house sandwich? It’s loaded with carbs. I would even throw in a small pasta pot on the side free of charge. That’s enough carbs to last you for the next four days.”

“Great, I’ll take that to go and the bill please.”

I decided to go for a walk along the nearby river. It was such a lovely day and I knew that if I returned to my apartment too soon, I would just get into another mind match. There were cyclists about and people were walking in all different directions. I walked down to the waterfront and saw the swans gliding on the river that meandered through the city. The backdrop of sleepy willow trees and old world architecture made the whole moment feel quite surreal. After a short while, I found a mound of grass that was close enough to the river for me to feed the swans some bread as I nibbled away at my sandwich. I loved swans because they were so graceful. Their feet paddled away at warp speed below the surface of the water, but no indication of that effort could be detected from above. I smiled as it reminded me so much of myself.

More swans gathered as I threw pieces of bread into the water and I remembered something that I read on the Internet. Many species of swan have only one mating partner and if one dies, its partner will mourn until its own death, or at least remain celibate for several seasons. How bitter-sweet, but oh, what a beautiful story. I wouldn’t want to lose my life partner but to have the instincts to choose a partner that would last a lifetime must be wonderful. They truly are magnificent creatures. Then, I remembered what my mom had said earlier that day ...‘the better you know yourself, then the easier it will be to find your match’. Maybe that was our instinct mechanism. As humans, if we were tuned in to our own emotions with more precision then we would heighten our instincts to choose the right life partner. I was determined to find my match, my life mate. “Sigh”. Then I guess I’d better get cracking on that happy, expansion thing that I promised to do with my life.

I started the walk back to my apartment and smiled as a little redhead girl, about five years old, skipped by while eating an ice-cream, or was the ice-cream eating her? Although her fragile looking face was covered in the creamy stuff, she could not take her eyes off her cone. Aww, so cute at that age when...“Watch out!”

“Oh no, Kelly, you just ran straight into that lady with your ice-cream and got it all over her clothes.” Her parents were not too far behind but could not stop the ice-creamed face girl from accidently dumping her treat all over me. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. As a matter of fact, I am on my way home so it really isn’t a big deal that...”

(Sniff, sniff) “My ice-cream is all gone,” she whimpered. It looked like she was about to burst into tears. (Sniff, sniff).

“Well, Kelly, that is your name, right?” Kelly shyly nodded yes. “If you promise not to cry...” I looked at her parents for their permission before I made my offer to Kelly “...I will buy you another cone, how about that. Would you like another cone?” Kelly looked at me beaming and shook her head in agreement. I could not help noticing that something was not quite right with Kelly, although she seemed happy, she looked tired and a bit pale.

“My name is Julia and this is my husband Scott. Thanks for being so understanding. She really loves ice-cream.”

“My name is Emily, and hey, what is there not to love about ice-cream.” I smiled as we walked the short distance to get Kelly another ice-cream cone. “Which flavor would you like?”

“Strawberry!”

“Okay, there you go. A shiny, new strawberry ice-cream just for you Kelly.”

“Thank you.” I smiled at how easy it could be to please someone. All it took was one ice-cream cone. If only life were that simple. If only all our problems could be solved by eating an ice-cream cone then the world would be perfect.

“Well Julia, Scott, and especially you, Kelly, I must go now as I have an appointment to keep but it was nice to meet you all.”

“Thanks again for letting Kelly off so easily.” I laughed at the comment, waved goodbye to Kelly and continued my walk across the park to get home.

I got into the apartment and decided not to call Ronnie to try and back out of her offer, not that it would make a difference anyway. “Shit, what am I going to wear?” What am I taking about? I would probably be hiding under the bed while they went at it, with the mattress hitting my head each time Mark pounded into Ronnie. “Aarrgghhhh.” I decided to keep things simple. Jeans and a tee-shirt was the order of the day, oh and maybe my cycle helmet.

As I started to get dressed my nervousness was building. I had never done anything like this before and never even considered that I would. I had seen erotic films before but never anything XXX rated. I wondered what Ronnie was going to do knowing that I would be there watching. Would she be more conservative with her lovemaking to Mark or would she turn up the heat? And Mark, it may not be fair to him to be spied on without knowing. I hoped that he would not be too mad at Ronnie or me when he found out. It would only be fair for Ronnie to tell him ...eventually.

I decided to have a glass of red before I made my journey to the Hilton, where the show was about to take place. I needed to calm my nerves a bit and a glass of red seemed more sensible than a bottle of gin.

“I hope they don’t get frisky and ask me to join in. Hell freaking no, I will not do that! That’s just wrong on so many levels because...oh shut up, Emily and stop being such a wuss.” Great, not only was I taking to myself but I graduated to answering too. Fuck, this life expansion thing would not be as easy as I thought. I really should get that visualization book.

I closed my apartment door behind me and made my way down the stairs to where the taxi was already waiting. I took a deep breath and got in.

“The Hilton, please.”

Chapter Two
A Secret Observer

At 10 PM that night I was standing in the hallway of the Hilton about to knock on the door to Ronnie and Mark’s suite. Then a panic attack came over me. My hand hung in the air with my fist clenched but didn’t make contact with the door. I turned around and was on my way back down the hall when I heard a voice behind me.

“I figured that you might chicken out, it was just lucky that I heard you at the door. Get in here before I chase you down and tackle you to the floor.” From her expression I could see that she was only ribbing me but it was enough to break the tension and allow me to walk back up the hallway to the room. “Good, Mark is in the other room but I want you to keep hidden so that you can just watch and listen.” She took my hand and led me into the room. This was the first time when I actually saw what she was wearing.

The silk of the negligée that she had draped over her body, left very little to the imagination. Her nipples were already hard and poking against the fabric. This woman was the epitome of what sexuality was all about. Her long brown hair, combined with her supple and firm breasts gave her an air of confidence that I had yet to find on my own.

The entire hotel suite was completely in the dark, except for a few well-placed candles that gave the place an undeniable romantic ambience. The glow of the flames softened the harsh angles of the furniture and caused the shadows to flicker with each movement of the light. There were two empty flutes and a half empty bottle of what was a very unique brand of champagne on the dining table.

The room was tastefully done and very welcoming. The warm colors of the walls reflected the candle light. It was so like Ronnie to pay attention to the smallest of details. There were fresh flowers and an empty bottle of champagne on the coffee table. The bottle was identical to the one on the dining table and I suspected that these two were celebrating long before my arrival.

She opened the bedroom door and went inside with me practically on her heels. I was having some serious misgivings about all of this but since I was already here I might as well stay for a little bit.

Mark was in the bathroom as I could hear the shower running. Thank goodness, I would have been so embarrassed if he knew that I was a silent observer. Ronnie pointed out a lovely, large wooden closet that seemed to swallow the room. It was a magnificent piece with an intricate design on the two front doors. She suggested that I go in there and teased, “It is the best seat in the house. You should have no trouble seeing everything up close and personal.” She grinned as I turned beet root red and entered the closet.

I adjusted myself in the more than ample space so that I could be comfortable. I did not know how long I was going to be in there so I needed to make sure I did not have cause to move around too much. I just hoped that my nervousness did not make me either want to sneeze or pee. Those two bodily functions always seem to be necessary at the worst possible time. The horror if I were to interrupt the show. Fuck, why did I agree to do this?

Then I heard Mark say, “Damn, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Aw, flattery will get you everywhere.” They giggled like a couple of schoolchildren and then she crossed the room and crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. Her body slid across the bed like a snake going after its prey and Mark was just sitting there with his back against the headboard. A prominent bulge could be seen below the sheet that was covering him. I was hidden behind the door looking through a crack but Ronnie was right. I was able to see the whole thing clearly and in uber-vivid color. Seriously, if there were any colors of the spectrum missing, from my vantage point, I would still be able to see it.

Ronnie made a motion with her hand and pulled the sheet down to expose him to my eyes. I had known them both for quite some time but never imagined that he had that hidden between his legs. I almost choked on my own saliva.

“Is that for me you sexy hunk of a man?” He only smiled at her and began to make that large appendage dance up and down in his lap. I clamped my left hand to my mouth to stop myself from gasping out loud. “Ooh, I think that my man needs a little TLC.”

“Oh nurse, calling Nurse Sexy to the bed.” It was a little cheesy but they seemed to be having a great time and all I could do was look on in quiet awe. “How did I ever get so lucky to land a woman like you?”

From my point of view I could see the bed from the side and I watched as Ronnie slipped her hands around the base of his cock. Looking into his eyes, she dipped low and his hot flesh began to slowly disappear within the confines of her eager little mouth. I couldn’t help the warm feeling that was coming over me and I felt my nipples becoming erect. Although it was still a bit uncomfortable to watch, I never took my eyes off of the scene in front of me. I couldn’t even if I wanted to and actually, I didn’t.

Mark said, “If there was one thing I could wish for, it would be that you were twins but I’m not sure that I could handle two of you. Those lips should be registered as a lethal weapon, oh damn, you just took the whole thing...ahhh” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, she had engulfed Mark’s entire penis without leaving even a single inch behind. His hands came down onto the top of her head and he curled his fingers around the long locks of her hair. His ass began to move up and down and he was matching her stroke for stroke as she inhaled all of him.

Her saliva was liberally coating the long shaft and I could see that she was purposely keeping him from losing control. Every time that his breath would get caught in his throat, she would stop and hold him between two fingers to prolong his pleasure even longer.