The Grass is Greener
by Bobby Louise
A
rmed with a bottle of wine and hot, languid bubbles, I attempted to de-stress in the tub of my hotel room. The final day of my trip consisted of meeting after meeting, leaving me physically tired and mentally drained.
I finished the first glass of wine and poured another. Bubbles licked my chin and slid down my calves as I became enveloped in the comfort of the water. I closed my eyes and imagined myself being touched by a man; a faceless man with strong hands and kissable lips.
I imagined his fingers tracing my areolas, forcing my nipples to salute the coolness of the room. I breathed deeper as my hands caressed floating mounds of flesh before exploring further down my stomach and thighs. Fingers swam across my inner thighs conjuring images of soft hair brushing them while my lover left kisses across my skin.
Just before I could explore my innermost depths, the phone began to ring snapping me back to reality. I hadn't wanted to answer fearing it was Mr. Miller from my last meeting. Though not unattractive, his lecherous smile and inappropriate stare made him unappealing. He had asked me out for drinks and I politely declined.
I brought the glass to smiling lips as the phone ceased ringing before sliding back into the tub. When my cell phone rang I did not hesitate. I pulled myself from the bath and threw a towel around my wet body. I plucked it from the bed and answered after the fourth ring.
"Hello?"
"Don't tell me you're actually out having fun!" squealed Pam, my best friend. "Where are you? Who are you with?"
"Well" I laughed. "I was with a tall, dark stranger in the bath until you interrupted."
"Great! Another fantasy man." She admonished. "You really need to get out more!"
"I've told you before; I'm married for two more months.
"But Joan!" she sang as if coaxing a five year old, "This is your opportunity and you're wasting it. No one there knows you. You're out from under the constant watch of Asshole and his friends."
Pam never called my ex-husband by his first name. She preferred such pet names as Asshole, Son of a Bitch and Rotten Bastard. She never liked him but grew to despise him during the duration of our messy divorce.
"No" I said firmly, reminding her I was not one her kindergarten students but a thirty year old mother of two. "I'm not going to pick up some man in a bar. One night stands are out."
"How would you know?" She challenged. "You've been married since you were a kid. You've never had one! In fact, you haven't had anything in two years."
"Pam" I said in my best mom voice, trying to interrupt.
"Look." She forged. "All I'm saying is you can be anyone you want for one night. Live a little! Get laid! You're on the other side of the fence tonight. It's time to test the grass!"
"Bye Pam. Pick me up at the airport tomorrow?" I asked, ending the previous discussion.
"Of course" she said with exasperation. "See you tomorrow."
"Thanks" I smiled before shutting the phone and returning to the bathroom.
I picked up the wine glass on the edge of the tub and swallowed it before flipping the toggle to release the water. It had chilled so I opted to shower off the soapy residue.
With my long, auburn hair tied in a bun atop my head, I stepped beneath the steamy spray, letting the water cascade down my body, warming my skin. Leaning forward, I tilted my chin so the water flowed down my neck and between my breasts. My hands covered my aching nipples, caressing them to full erection. Releasing a soft moan, my mouth opened, my bottom lip catching the warm water. Instinctively, my tongue extended, catching the light mist, hungering for the taste of a lover's kiss.
Every bead of water gliding across my skin left a trace like rockets in a clear blue sky. A mere two hands could not satisfy my body's ache to be touched. My hungry hands longed to touch the firm body of a man. Two fingers gently slid between the folds shielding my core from the warmth of the shower. The instant the hot water touched my clit, my knees weakened, lending their strength to my breath growing heavier. I longed to feel a warm tongue exploring my wetness; to have a mouth hold my labia in a passionate kiss.
"Live a little!" I heard Pam say from the recesses of my mind. I gave my head a light shake, refusing to open my eyes and acknowledge her presence.
"You can be whoever you want to be!"
Irritated with Pam for putting these ideas in my head, I turned off the water and reached for the towel. I pulled the small towel snugly around my breasts, tucking the end between them before reaching for the wine. I poured a glass as I carried it to the bedside table, swallowed half and refilled it.
After pulling back the bedspread, I released my body from its bondage and sat on the edge of the bed. I retrieved my wine inhaling its fragrance as I sipped. The sweet taste left me with a craving to share in its flavor, reminding me its best served on the tongue of another.
"No one knows you're there."
"Damn wine" I muttered to myself as I returned the glass to the table.
After toweling off, I pulled back the top sheet and slid my naked body between them. Letting the wine relax me, I closed my eyes and mind to anything but the sensations of my body. I could almost follow the bloodstream as it traveled from my head to my center, causing me to swell. My nipples grew taught against the cool linen as they lengthened, raising their flag of need. The palms of my hands lay flat against the bed, itching with the boredom of child on his third day of summer vacation; restless in their ache to feel the skin of another. I felt the tension throughout my body as I longed to be touched, kissed and held. In desperation, my hands covered my sensitive breasts. Practiced fingers trailed across my chest, down my abdomen toward the patch of hair covering my mound. They slid between swollen folds to spread the moist arousal over my clit and labia.
"Test the grass!"
Once agile fingers became clumsy and awkward as my body reacted to the invasions of my friend. I wanted a real lover. I wanted to be touched by hands of a man instead of my own. My mouth ached to kiss another's lips, longed for the taste of masculinity.
I was jolted back to reality at the sound of knocking. At first I thought they must have the wrong room before a wave a panic came over me. I held my breath considering whether it was Mr. Miller deciding to stop by and remained quiet, hoping the unwelcome guest would go away.
Another knock brought me to my feet to gather the terry robe. Pulling the sash tightly around my waist and gathering the ends together at the base of my neck, I softly padded to the door.
"Joan. It's me, John. Open up." I pulled open the door happy to see the grin of Pam's younger brother.
"What are you doing here?" I exclaimed wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him in with a hug. John had been following us around since we were kids. Seeing the commercial pilot only a couple times a year, I was always amazed how much more attractive he became as he aged. He had gone from being Scrawny Johnny to quite the attractive man. At 6'3, 200 lbs, he could no longer carry his nickname though we still enjoyed making the occasional reference.
"I'm in town on a lay-over until morning. I called sis and she told me you were here." He smiled down on me with those deep grey eyes and crooked grin making my earlier frustration all but disappear. "She said she thought you could use some company."
Though I didn't suspect he was making any sort of sexual reference with his comment, I felt my cheeks flush carrying the warmth through to my breast. My eyes diverted from his in a sudden shyness I'd never felt with him before. I turned, tightening the sash around my waist, adjusting its collar and invited him in.
"Ah! Already having some wine I see." Turning toward the sound of his voice I caught sight of the wine he held up before my eyes locked on the smile gleaming from behind the bottle.
I crossed the room to retrieve the bottle from his hands. "I only have one glass. We’ll have to share. I was not expecting company."
Catching me off guard with his stare, I lost my balance while handing him the glass. His warm smile never faded as his shirt became soaked with the liquid. He simply laughed looking down at his stained white shirt.
"I’m so sorry!" I exclaimed, my face turning a deeper shade than his shirt.
"Ya know" he chuckled. "If you wanted my shirt off, you could have just asked." His fingers began releasing the buttons before pulling the shirt from his shoulders.
I stood motionless; my eyes transfixed on tiny red beads floating down his muscular torso. I watched in silence, mouth agape, as he gathered a drop on the tip of his finger and slowly lifted it to his tongue.
"Waste of good wine" His words released me from my hypnotic trance, enabling me to speak once more.
"Let me rinse that shirt" I said as I stepped toward him reaching to take the shirt. Instead, he caught my wrist and pulled me closer. His fingers once again dipped into the wine, this time bringing it to my mouth. Without provocation, my lips parted; my breath held captive in my lungs as he lightly painted my lips. He pulled me closer leaving only inches between us as he guided my hand to his stomach, smearing four fingers in the now sticky wine.
"Allow me" he whispered as he lifted my wrist till my fingers reached his lips. My mind went blank as he took each into his mouth, sucking them gently, cleansing them with his tongue. I stared into the hungry eyes of a friend and stranger. I knew him well, but had never seen him as I saw him then. Where once I saw a goofy metallic mouth, I now saw full kissable lips.
"Seems there was more than wine on these fingers" his words floating atop his heavy breath. "Quite a combination. Am I too late?"
"Too late?" I managed to croak, feeling his well defined chest brushing against my taut nipples acting as jumper cables to ignite the rest of my body.
"You didn't start and finish without me, did you?" Before I could answer, he pulled me into his chest as his mouth covered mine. Instinctively my arms found his shoulders and my mouth opened to receive his sweet, wet tongue. Seizing their opportunity, my hands roamed his firm chest and arms, my body melting into his for warmth and support.
He pulled back just enough to break our kiss as he looked into my eyes and whispered, "I’ve always wanted you."
I needed no further convincing. Taking one step back, I smiled at the look of fret on his face. His smile returned upon the release of the robe's sash. I let the ends fall to hang from my hips as his soft hands pushed the collar from my shoulders sliding it down my arms to land on the carpet. He let out a soft moan before pulling my naked body into his arms and recapturing my mouth. Trailing his wet tongue down my neck, he bent down sweeping me into his arms. I kissed his neck and collarbone hungrily as he carried me to the bed, setting me down gently on the edge.
He leaned forward as if to lay on top of me, his mouth searching for mine. Pressing my palms to his chest I pushed him back to stand in front of me. At his quizzical look, I licked my lips and stated, "Can't let good wine go to waste."
I pulled him closer to stand between my open thighs, pulling at his belt as my mouth and tongue began the task of cleaning his stomach. The light hairs framing his navel tickled my face as I licked at the sticky wine. Having released the button and zipper of his jeans, I slid my hands down each side. My palms brushed his hips, thighs and shins letting the pants gather at the floor. My mouth continued to explore his tight abs as my hands grazed his outer legs on their journey upward to gather his boxers. I pulled them down as my lips followed the waistband's path as if connected by magnets.
I pulled away to look upon his manhood, standing erect and anxious before me. As one hand continued to explore the skin of his legs, back and ass, the other gently enveloped his erection in its palm. With open, moist lips I guided him to graze my neck and cheeks, crossing my lips to lightly touch my outstretched tongue. My eyes fell shut as I reveled in the feel of his hardness massaging my face and lips.
Looking up to him, we once again made eye contact as I delicately held him to my lips just close enough to feel the warmth of my breath. My tongue extended to taste the smooth skin where the head of his penis met the shaft, lingering along the lines of the tight skin and bulging vein. My tongue darted to gather the drop of leakage threatening to spill from his opening.
My mouth ached with hunger at the taste of his arousal. Seeking fulfillment, my lips surrounded his cock, wrapping it tenderly in the warm moisture of my mouth. My tongue circled the hardness, pulling him deeper. I held him there, captive of my lips, prisoner of my mouth, licking and sucking in hopes of another taste of his dew. Slowly I pulled back, keeping him lip locked until I reached the tip. I relaxed my lips, letting only my tongue slither along his skin to lap at the gooey reward seeping from his dick.
My aching body battled with the will of my hungry tongue. When I finally managed to pull my mouth away, I looked up to see arousal reflected in his deep grey eyes. No longer the eyes of a childhood friend but those of a lover. I reached up to pull him onto the bed but he instead dropped to his knees, his hands massaging my thighs. I brushed through his light brown hair, fingers massaging his scalp as he leaned forward resting his face between my breasts. His hands cupped them, pulling them closer to his face, turning to take each nipple into his mouth. He gently pushed me back onto the bed leaving me to rest on my elbows, eyes open as I watched him leave a trail of wet kisses down my middle.
He reached my belly leaving a lingering kiss before pulling away to rest his ass on his heels. Putting an arm under each thigh, he lifted them to his shoulders, all but his face disappearing from view. I could feel his erratic breath on my inner thighs and clit. In seconds his mouth covered me, eagerly lapping at the growing moisture of arousal. My hips rocked with a mind of their own as I pressed against his eager mouth. The sensations of his active tongue spread through me causing wet arousal to flow steadily.
His expert maneuvers had me shuddering in pre-orgasmic spasms as my hands cupped my breasts, rolling each hard nipple firmly. His hands caressed my legs and ass in tune with my rocking hips grinding against him. My body tensed under the building orgasm, leaving me desperate to feel him inside me.
"Come here" I moaned. He rose and lowered himself over me. Our mouths once again met for our tongues to continue their dance. As he nestled himself between my legs, I wrapped them around his waist. With locked feet at his back I pulled him closer. He entered me easily, filling the void in my body and my existence.
My hips raised to his every thrust as our bodies grew impatient for release. Four hands became one as our movements mirrored a shell game dealer. Through our ragged breathing and constant moans, kissing became impossible though our mouths were in constant contact, sharing breath, existing as one.
We stared into each other's eyes as we made our final ascent to the abyss. The moment I felt his ass tighten at the onset of orgasm, my own release shattered. My body rocked causing him to pull me into his arms in order not to break our coupling. Slowly, we relaxed, our bodies merely trembling in the afterglow.
Looking into my eyes, he kissed me; slowly, tenderly at first; then with heated passion. Pulling away a few inches, he smiled down on me before landing a soft kiss at the tip of my nose.
Before we could speak my cell phone rang. He rolled to lie beside me as he retrieved my purse. I pulled the cell phone from the side pocket with reluctance.
"Hello?"
"It's me." said a familiar voice. "Did my little brother make it over to see you?"
"He did" I answered with a smirk.
"And?" she asked cautiously, no doubt with her fingers crossed.
"The grass is greener on this side of the fence" I told her before hanging up and turning off the phone.
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