What She Needs (39 page)

 

 

The conversation had left Jenna stunned. To find out Brent’s first and only love had died so tragically was heartbreaking. And to further discover that the event had—in effect—trapped Brent here for fifteen years? Wow. She
had
felt presumptuous playing psychologist with him, but it had seemed so obvious once she knew the facts.

As for what had followed, about his relationship with her, the things he’d said
had
hurt her, but they hadn’t
surprised
her.

In fact, what had surprised her was how . . . normal things felt afterward. They’d had slow sex, him moving in her deeply, making her feel connected to him all the more. They’d slept snuggled together beneath the sheets and woken with the sun. He’d seemed happy to see her, kissing her good morning with a drowsy smile, then asking if she wanted Cheerios.

“You’re a charmer in the breakfast department, Powers,” she’d teased him. “Do all your other overnight guests put up with Cheerios and bagels?”

He’d just shrugged, looking as if there was something he wasn’t saying.

“Well?” she prodded.

“There aren’t all that many, sunshine,” he said matter-of-factly, shocking the hell out of her.

“Um, why?” She’d assumed his bungalow would be worthy of a revolving door.

“Think about it. I don’t get sexually involved with guests outside of their fantasies.”

“Except me,” she pointed out.

He ignored that. “So that leaves Hotel Erotique employees.”

“Of which there are plenty. And they’re gorgeous. And I’m sure they’re happy to share your bed.”

He shrugged again. “I used to indulge in that more when I was younger than I do now.”

“Why?”

“Guess it got old,” he said shortly. Then changed the subject. “Come on, or I might eat the last bowl of cereal and
then
where would you be?”

Over breakfast, Brent had told her she wouldn’t be having a fantasy today. And, of course, that had disappointed her, but she understood—last night’s had been a doozie, and the night before that had been a double dose for them both. And even though she still wanted to soak up all the sex with him she could, maybe a day off to absorb everything she’d learned last night wasn’t a bad idea. Since she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“I scheduled you a seaside massage, though,” he said. “Two o’clock.”

“Seaside?”

“Just outside the spa—under an awning—with a view of the ocean,” he explained. “It’s nice—you’ll like it.”

Now she lay on a massage table on her stomach, resting her chin on her hands to take in the scenery until the massage began. The bamboo awning sported four stone arches emerging from the soft lawn—and the only sound was the rolling tide in the distance. Brent was right—while the spa was luxurious and serene inside, for Jenna nothing beat the tranquility of being outdoors in a peaceful setting. She hadn’t spent much time thinking of the Hotel Erotique as peaceful, but her time sunbathing at the beach had indeed been that, the perfect contrast with all the wild sex. And today, it provided a nice sense of calm, offsetting the shocking new facts of Brent’s life that still swirled in her head.

“Hi, I’m Courtney.”

Jenna looked over her shoulder to see a tall, Norwegian-looking blonde in a white spa coat. “Oh, hi. No Rhoda today?”

“No Rhoda,” the girl said with a smile. “Her day off, so you’re stuck with
me
.”

Jenna returned the friendly smile. “Oh, that’s fine. I just assumed—since I had Rhoda a few days ago.”

“Well, I promise to take good care of you,” Courtney said. Then she reached for a bottle of massage oil on a teakwood cart. “You can rest your head in the headrest or enjoy the view, whichever you like. Just let me know if the pressure is good, or too hard, or if anything I do feels uncomfortable.”

Jenna nodded, then settled in for relaxation. She sighed in pleasure as Courtney massaged warm, fruit-scented oil into her shoulders, which had gotten a little sore lately—maybe from the times her arms had been bound. “Mmm, that’s nice,” Jenna told her.

“Good,” Courtney replied. “People often get more of a workout here than they expect, so a few massages during your stay can keep you limber and comfortable during recreation.” She said it as smoothly as if Jenna had come here to play tennis.

Courtney proceeded working her magic slowly down Jenna’s back, and eventually folded down the white sheet covering her to begin kneading her ass. Rhoda hadn’t done that. But it felt nice, so Jenna didn’t protest.

The massage progressed down her legs to her feet, and then back up—to her ass again. She bit her lip as she began to feel the response in her pussy and anal area. Was she
supposed
to be feeling it there?

Up to now, the massage had truly relaxed Jenna, and despite the new sensations, she remained
mostly
relaxed, so she decided to go with the flow—for now anyway.

As Courtney’s skilled hands worked, her fingers seeming to stretch closer and closer to Jenna’s cunt, she asked, “Does everything I’m doing feel good?”

Jenna didn’t lie. “Yes.”

“Do you want to turn over?”

Oh. Okay. Now Jenna got it. This was just like at the Grotto—another unannounced fantasy. Maybe it was a fantasy meant to relax as well as titillate her, or maybe Brent was stuck on convincing her she liked sex with girls as much as with guys. Either way, knowing he was somewhere watching, as he’d been at the Grotto, instantly increased her arousal, and her sense of adventure.

“Sure,” Jenna replied easily now that she understood the situation. As she carefully shifted to lie on her back, she found herself peeking around the area beyond the awning, wondering where Brent might be. She didn’t see him, but for all she knew, he was doing a better job of hiding this time, with binoculars—or maybe even watching through a secret video camera somewhere.

The move left her uncovered by the sheet, naked and exposed on the table. Courtney smiled easily down at her, the same as if this were a normal massage, and said, “Shall I take my coat off? I’m wearing pretty lingerie underneath.”

“All right,” Jenna said.

And Courtney smoothly pulled at the placket, undoing all the snaps at once, then let it fall to the ground behind her. She wore a lacy bra and thong in a pale shade of peach. Her body was predictably thin, her breasts medium and high, and a tattoo of an elaborate, multicolored butterfly decorated the skin just below her navel.

“I’ll take off more if you like,” Courtney offered in a friendly manner when she saw Jenna checking her out.

But Jenna wasn’t in the mood for a full-blown lesbian encounter today—not even for Brent—so in just as pleasant a tone, she replied, “No, the lingerie is good, thanks.”

Courtney nodded in response, then squeezed more oil into her hands. “Relax,” she breathed as she bent over Jenna, firmly yet gently massaging Jenna’s tits. Jenna closed her eyes and sucked in her breath, allowing herself to feel the pleasure spreading through her. She thought of Brent watching somewhere and let out a soft, “Mmm . . . ,” both content and aroused.

Courtney worked the warm oil into Jenna’s breasts for a long while, until Jenna’s pussy had turned equally as heated. Finally, her firm, kneading touches moved down over Jenna’s belly and onto her hips. Jenna bit her lip when Courtney reached her upper thighs—she felt that part of the massage deep in her cunt, soon releasing a small moan.

When she opened her eyes, Courtney smiled gently down on her, still moving her palms over Jenna’s legs. She found herself smiling back as a light, salty breeze washed over her. It was shockingly easy to let Courtney make her feel good, mostly because . . . she could so easily imagine Brent’s gaze on her. Just like at the Grotto, just like every other fantasy where someone else had been touching her or fucking her. If Brent wasn’t the one directly pleasuring her with his hands or cock, he pleasured her in another way—with his eyes.

Courtney continued the deep yet tender massage, and Jenna didn’t hide her physical response—as Courtney’s touch echoed between her legs, Jenna moaned appreciatively and envisioned how hard Brent was getting.

When Courtney’s kneading edged its way down onto her
inner
thighs, Jenna let her legs part. Her moans came louder as her pussy began to pulse. She felt open to the experience because Brent had taught her to be, and because she knew he was enjoying this, probably even more than she was.

Courtney turned away from the table to return a few seconds later with a vibrator the color of orange sherbet. Like the one Brent had sent her, it was shaped like a penis, only it also came complete with balls, and the bump near the base designed for clit stimulation was larger and more protruding.

Jenna thought Courtney would insert the toy in her cunt, but instead, after turning it on to create a light buzzing noise, she ran it in a circle over one of Jenna’s breasts.

“Oh, it’s warm,” Jenna said, surprised.

Courtney’s expression stayed as calm and pleasant as before. “It’s been heated.”

“Mmm,” Jenna purred at the strange sensation as Courtney rubbed the vibrator over Jenna’s other tit.

Soon, she glided the vibrating phallus slowly down Jenna’s stomach—and then she pulled it away, squeezing oil onto it and rubbing it in with her free hand. “Remember, it’ll feel warm,” Courtney cautioned—then she smoothly slid the fake cock into Jenna’s pussy.

It went in with slick ease and Jenna gasped at the sudden fullness, along with the promised warmth. Heat spread through her cheeks as she adjusted to the size as well as the riveting vibrations.

“Good?” Courtney checked.

“Mmm hmm,” Jenna breathed, but it came out sounding a bit excited.

When Courtney began to slip the toy in and out of Jenna’s wetness, Jenna’s arousal grew, and soon she was biting her lower lip, softly meeting each warm thrust. She shut her eyes, wondering about Brent’s exact view—could he easily see the vibrator moving in her pink folds?—as she grew aware of the fake balls pressing against her perineum, as well as that pronounced bump jutting into her clit with each inward drive. It was hard to believe this was her, Jenna Banks, letting another woman fuck her with a vibrator—but Brent had truly transformed her.

She loved knowing he was witnessing her pleasure—which increased quickly, given the angle of that naughty nub against her clit. Her body began to meet Courtney’s plunging toy harder, harder, needing it deeper, her clit longing for still more firm pressure. Until soon Courtney switched motions—no longer sliding the vibrator inward but instead inserting it to the hilt and simply grinding the bump against Jenna’s needy clit. Mmm, yes, that was good—and she realized she’d ended up using a similar action with the toy from Brent when she’d videotaped herself.

Her breath came labored, shakier, as she neared climax. And then she heard herself moaning—lightly, but then louder—and then the orgasm struck, and she fucked the humming toy in Courtney’s hand, aware that the soft, gentle pleasure from moments before had turned raw and intense and completely unrestrained. She gripped both edges of the massage table as she propelled her torso against the toy cock with abandon, her body urging her to absorb every ounce of hot delight.

When finally she went still, she felt a bit strange. It was over, and where was Brent? Even at the grotto, when she’d come, she’d known exactly where he was. Without him right here, she suffered an unsettling loneliness—but she had to push that away.

Because she was at the Hotel Erotique where sex was an emotionless sport. And because Brent
was
watching, experiencing this with her, even if she couldn’t see him.

Courtney extracted the vibrator, turned it off, then smiled down at Jenna—looking more aroused to her now than she had before. “I hope that was as enjoyable as it looked.”

Jenna felt numb, still coming down from the orgasm in what suddenly felt like a foreign environment without Brent. “It was,” she managed honestly. “Thank you.”

Courtney leaned over her closely then, her breasts nearly spilling from her bra as she said, “It was truly my pleasure. If there’s anything else I can do to please you, I’m happy to. Anything. Just name it.”

Courtney was pretty, and clearly excited now. Jenna knew she could prolong the game, lengthen the fantasy, if she desired. Part of her was tempted. Having turned Courtney on left her feeling hot, and a little bit curious where such an invitation might lead. And yet, again . . . where was Brent? If she could see him right now, she’d gladly move forward with this.

But because he was the necessary ingredient here, she mainly felt the need to find him. See his reaction. Maybe fuck his brains out.

“That’s an enticing offer,” Jenna admitted to her newest Hotel Erotique playmate, “but I’ll have to decline.”

Courtney looked disappointed even as she kept her pleasant expression. “Are you sure? I thought we were getting along so well.”

“We were—are,” Jenna promised. “And you’re beautiful. But . . . I have to go now.”

A few minutes later, Jenna exited the spa in a pair of her new Hotel Erotique shorts and a cami. She found herself watching for Brent at every step, waiting and hoping for him to appear from behind a potted plant or a palm tree. When she’d arrived at the main pool with still no sign of him, she reached in her bag and pulled out her cell phone, dialing the same number to which she’d sent her naughty video.

“Hello?” he answered, sounding totally casual. Not like a man who was . . . well, fighting a massive hard-on or anything.

“It’s Jenna. Where are you?”

“Uh, home.”

“Home?” she asked. She couldn’t have been more surprised.

“Yeah, I’m working from my home office this afternoon, going over the profile of a guest arriving in a few days. Why?”

Jenna sank onto the nearest available lounge chair. All around her, people luxuriated in the sun, bartenders mixed drinks in the nearby tiki bar, and music played, but she felt . . . isolated, as if she were suddenly somewhere very far away from it all, completely alone. “You’re working right
now
?” she managed.