Private Emotions – Appointments (The Private Emotions Trilogy) (4 page)

“You know how I love what you do to me but for god sakes please let me cum.”

“You know I can’t do that but don’t worry all good things come to those who wait.” She crawled up his body and sat on his chest with her hands on his shoulders. Diving down, she planted her lips over his and drew his tongue out of his mouth to duel with her own.

The one thing that I couldn’t get over was the fact that he didn’t seem to have any problem kissing her, especially after where her mouth had just been. That thought was apparently the furthest thing from his mind and I could see his excitement rubbing up and down her slick slit, trying desperately to penetrate her folds. Ronnie was keeping him at bay and making sure that she was teasing him to the point that he would literally do anything that she wanted him to do.

“No. No, you’ve got something to do first before you get any of that.” Grabbing the top of the headboard, she settled her frame over his mouth until his tongue began to slide into her. “Oh yeah, you know how I love your hot tongue.” His mouth was too busy to answer and he began to dart in and out of her while she spread her legs as far open as possible. This was the first time that I’ve ever witnessed a couple having live sex and I was finding that I was learning something from this act.

The lesson was that I could never be as liberal as they were in bed. How could I ever feel comfortable enough with a man to express myself in such a way?

“Oh god, fuck me with that tongue.” The amazing thing was that he wasn’t ignoring her little protruding friend and was now rubbing that little bud with the pad of his thumb. “Ahhhhhhhhh.” Her screams echoed off the walls and she almost suffocated him as her knees slammed against his ears. Thankfully, he was breathing through his nose and didn’t stop until he had brought the woman out of her at least another two times.

Ronnie was breathing heavily and her chest was flushed with the release of the climax that had racked her body. Her legs were visibly shaking as she grinded her lower body into his face. All this time he never shrank in size and she reached back to take a hold of him, making him gasp with the feel of her fingers wrapped around him.

“I think it’s time that you show me what you can do with that thing.”

“Oh, I do aim to please, my lady.” She scooted down over the top of him, until his mushroom tip was kissing his desired target. “Bring me that body, you sexy little vixen.”

“Why don’t you come and get it, big boy?” That was an invitation that he didn’t take lightly as he pushed the head past the resistance of her lips and was soon followed by his length sliding all the way into her. Watching up close like this made me feel like I was interrupting something very private between the two of them. There was a moment that I thought of leaving the room but for some reason my feet just wouldn’t move. It’s not like what they were doing was new to me but there was a freedom weaving through their lovemaking that I was not able to express during my own private moments.

“Oh wow, that cock is so fucking hard. Feel that tight pussy close around you baby.” The sound of sex permeated the air as she began to move those lips up and down over the invader that was taking her on an erotic ride. “Yes, oh my god, right fucking there.” The big one came on her with a speed that even surprised the both of them and he was bucking underneath her, holding onto her hips for leverage.

Mark buried his face in her chest and had his hands wrapped around her waist as he held her ass in the palms of his hands. Now she was mostly a rag doll as he bounced her up and down on his lap, while her hair thrashed back and forth with the whiplash of an orgasm.

The moment of truth was upon them and his moans were smothered with her nipples in his mouth. Giving her three good hard thrusts of his hips, he emptied himself into her core and then she lay down with her head resting on his shoulder. She lightly bit into his skin while his manly essence began to drip out of her and onto his stomach. They were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat and were so exhausted that they could barely move.

After a couple of minutes, Mark’s breath slowed to an almost normal rhythm. He gave Ronnie a long hard kiss, hopped out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and shouted from the bath, “Are you going to come in here for round two or do I have to drag you in here against your will?”

Ronnie giggled. “I love round twos...I am coming in baby.”

She looked towards the door and gave me a wink. That was when I took my leave wondering just what I was supposed to take from this. I could never let myself go like they did in there and couldn’t even fathom uttering the words that came from her mouth. They were so open with each other sexually that I began to feel jealous over what they had.

I closed the door to their suite as quietly as I could and slowly walked towards the elevator. The display of affection that I had witnessed was intoxicating and I felt dizzy with desire. I soon got to the lobby and decided to sit there for a while.

“May I help you?” An attractive looking man was behind the enquiry. He must have been at the front desk when he saw me sat down.

“Oh, I am fine. I was just about to call a taxi to take me home.”

“I can do that for you if you like?” He was very pleasant. Good customer service is always nice when it happens.

“Sure, that would be great.”

“What time would you like to be collected?”

“Um, now would be nice, actually.”

“Of course, I will make the call now. One should be here in about five minutes as it seems to be a quite night tonight.” He then walked away with a swagger that made me smile.

Quiet night? Not after what I just witnessed. Quiet was not exactly how I would describe it. Ronnie and Mark had touched something deep inside me, I wasn’t sure yet what that was but I was definitely going to do my best to find out. I wanted to feel what I saw in there and what I saw was amazing.

“Your taxi is here, madam.”

“Thanks.” I walked out of the hotel with a longing feeling in my chest.

“Richmond Place, please.”

“That’s by the river right?” The taxi driver seemed to be the pleasant sort. His deep voice did not match his slender frame, almost a mismatch combination I thought to myself.

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Sure thing, lady.”

In the taxi on my way home I could not quiet my mind. I kept replaying the few sexual experiences I had in my life and they all seemed to lack a basic ingredient. I wish I knew what that ingredient was and where I could buy it. “Sigh.”

I looked out the window of the taxi as the street lights brightened and dimmed and brightened and dimmed again. The streets were not as busy as it normally would be at this time of night on a Saturday. Perhaps that was because everyone was satisfying their lust factor...everyone but me. I felt my old insecure feelings surfacing again so I decided to direct my thoughts elsewhere.

“So is business good tonight? It’s a Saturday so that’s good for you right?”

“Oh yes, it is always better on the weekends but tonight is a bit slower than most. I was just about to end my shift when I received the call to take you home.”

“Umm, I hope that does not mean you are working overtime on my account?”

“No, no. I live next to you on the other side of the river so it is all on the way home.”

“That’s good to know.” I sat back in my seat and decided not to continue the conversation. Small talk was never my strong point so maybe I should not push the issue. I continued to look out the window in silence.

“Here we are...Richmond Place.”

“Thanks, here you go.” I paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. As I watched the back of the cab disappear, I felt like I was not ready to go into an empty apartment. Maybe I could go to my local bar and have a glass of red before I called it a night. “Hmm, Woody’s Tavern.” It was okay but not my style of place so I continued to walk on a bit further. The cool night air felt refreshing, like everything was about to start anew and it probably would come daybreak. The never ending cycle of life, I thought to myself.

After walking for a while, I no longer felt like having my elusive glass of red, perhaps I should just return to my apartment, have a hot drink and call it a night. I walked slowly all the way back home and took the stairs to the third floor where my apartment was located.

I shut the door behind me, leaned my body against it and closed my eyes. I started to feel the sting of being alone. Even though I have been single many times, it never really bothered me. I always had a lot going on to keep me very occupied. I was contented with my own company, most of the time, but tonight I felt different. I didn’t want to be alone and I could not help but think of Nick. I had to use all of my strength not to call him. I knew that I would wake up the next morning regretting it. It would not be fair to him and I would find myself in the middle of yet another breakup.

I ran a bath and soaked in it for a while. The warm water engulfed my body and made me feel better. Who knows? Maybe this was the start of an amazing journey for me. Maybe I was meant to feel this way, maybe a lot of women felt this way but they were just better at hiding it. It showed that I was human, that I wanted and felt sexual at a deeper level than I gave myself credit for... “Sigh.”

I got out of the bath, dried myself off and slipped under the covers. I didn’t feel like wearing my usual bed wear so I wore nothing.

I closed my eyes and instantly saw the replay of Ronnie and Mark in my mind. The way he touched her, the way she touched him, the oneness of their rhythm, the passion in their every move, their cries of pleasure.

All night and into the next morning I continued to replay their act of love over and over again in my mind and for some ungodly reason, I had an urge for a repeat performance. I had to find out if what I felt was just the shock of being a first-time voyeur or if there really was more to it.

I must have fallen asleep because it was just after 9 AM when I woke up. Things always seem clearer the next day especially when the sun was shining. I got out of bed, made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa. Today was going to be a good one. I felt a small sense of accomplishment by not giving in to my urges to call Nick last night. That had to count for something but last night’s dilemma still occupied my thoughts.

How could I possibly ask Ronnie for a second show? That would just be too invasive. I called Ronnie and told her that I wanted to see her again to discuss over lunch what she had allowed me to see. This didn’t seem to faze her in any way and she agreed without a second pause.

We met at Teatotal, I sat down and she said right away, “So, what did you learn from what you saw last night?” I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that but I could see in her eyes that she expected a response. There was no way that I was going to ask her to do it again as it just wasn’t in my nature and maybe that was part of the problem.

The waiter brought us a couple of menus and took our coffee orders. The sun was in full glory now and there were lots of people about. I loved lazy Sundays like these.