Chapter １６

A few times, I run my hands through my hair, undoing my carefully curled hair and creating an impressive facsimile of the beach waves I had at age 19 in Madeli. To round off the recollection, there is a little bottle of tequila, a lime, and some salt. If not, they will. I hope.

After a deep breath, I stand up and leave the sanctuary of the restroom. I wouldn't be surprised if David wasn't in there, but I haven't seen him in there either. The dinner table is required for this operation to succeed.

Realization hits as I make my way around the hotel room: I have no clue what the hell I'm doing. Even if this is my wildest imagination, I am in no way in control of the situation. That's something I should have mentioned to David, along with a more detailed explanation of what I want to happen. Then then, I don’t know what I want to happen. The events leading up to his getting on his cock after being body shot are murky at best.

As I enter the suite's main living space, though, I discover that I should not have worried. David has turned off the main lights but left the lamps on, making the room seem dangerously close, and music can be heard in the background. It has a familiar ring to it, and I pause momentarily as the thought dawns on me. "You listened to the music that night and remembered it?"

"Roughly that"

I provide a little leap. Not even when he was resting against the bar counter in the little kitchen had I seen him. He re-applied his T-shirt, and dismay surged through me. I raise my tequila bottle in the air. "I've brought presents."

“Mmmm.” I walk over to where he is gesturing and give them to him. David stares at the items thoughtfully. "Are you aware of how I felt when I stepped into that pub and saw you lying there, almost naked?"

I let out a slow "No." The question is, "Tell me."

It started with "I figured..." His eyes go up to mine. I'm quite curious to try her and find out how she tastes.

I take a few steps backwards till I'm leaning against the table. "Visit and discover out" I put the table through several stress tests, and it stands up well. After that, I sit on it and lengthen my body. My hair and legs hang out the sides since it's too short, but the sound David produces has me gasping for oxygen.

This is really taking place.

Slowly, he makes his way toward me. I don't sure how he does it, but all of a sudden he emits waves of sexual menace. Identical to how it happened that night. "What the heck is going on?" Although I make an effort to sit up, he simply holds me down by planting a hand in the middle of my chest. Birthday girl, I have a question for you.

Just having some fun, I say to myself.

“Celebrating.” He says the word again, slowly, as if he has trouble with it. Do you really want to party like this? letting those lads run their lips all over you.

My lower lip is always being nibbled. We're aiming for the body. Eventually, you need to give it a go. You could feel yourself letting go.

He spreads his hand slightly, and his fingers trace the outline of my breasts. It's such a little action that I almost think it must be accidental. On the other hand, if this were someone else, I could. To which the other person responds, "You offering?"

How many people do you think are packed and ready to go? I try to fake a chuckle when he doesn't respond. Putting up a convincing performance of the rebellious teenager I once was (at the age of 19). "I didn't think so, either, you old timer. Give me a hand up, or make room for the next man.

His grip on my chest tightens. "Stay put."

As he goes back to the counter to get the things I brought in, I stand absolutely motionless. David gives me some thought. As the old saying goes, "Salt, Shot, Lime."

"Yes, but..." "Well, but..."

Silencing me with a touch of the lime slice to my lips. Why, oh why, does it feel so good? I look at him with wide eyes, unable to make sense of what's going on. In reference to his motivations. He carefully empties the little tequila bottle into the glass. This isn't a proper shot glass, but it'll have to do.

He starts at the top of the little triangle and works his way down the string of my bikini. There's "no way around doing this right," he mutters. He pulls my shirt to the side, revealing one breast, before I can come up with an answer.

I make a tiny noise, and David stoops to suck my breast. He gently runs his tongue over my nipple till it becomes a beaded peak, taking his time. To the point that, despite my best efforts to be quiet, I find myself emitting whimpering sounds. At that point, he steps back to shake salt over the wet spot. The exertion of just breathing is enough to make my chest shudder with each exhale, yet David doesn't seem to notice. The next time he dives, he goes deeper and more quickly than before. He gives me a good nipple suckering till I groan, and then he disappears.