Working Holiday Part Three: Relaxing Morning

(Read Part Two here)
Rhiannon Kelly sat at the kitchen table and savored the bagel. Montreal bagels were delicious to begin with, but this morning she was treated to a new experience: a selection of the strangest jellies she had ever seen. Onion jelly? Garlic jelly? Horseradish jelly? As unappetizing as they appeared, they were remarkably tasty. Charles sat across from her and drank his coffee while they talked about her train trip and about her job back home. She didn't much like working at that bar. She had some friends there, but, for the most part, it was boring. She really welcomed his invitation to get away for a week and spend some time back in Montreal. Summers were great in the city. Of course summers were even better in the country, but mostly because winter was so damn miserable.

She finished her meal and took her dishes to the sink. There were only a few dirty items there so she quickly washed up everything and put them on the rack to dry. "Let's get you unpacked," Charles said, "I want to see what you've brought." He knew of a few of the things she had already, as he had seen them during the last photo shoot and asked that she bring them back. He was particularly fond of the bustiers. She looked good and felt good when she wore those.

She carried the bag into the bedroom and put it on the low dresser to open it. She pulled out each item, he nodded in approval and she set them aside. The black pumps were new. She had only worn them once before. "Yeah, I want to see you in all of these," he said, gesturing to the small pile, "but let's see how you look in the heels." She pulled off her socks and slipped on the shoes. She liked them because they were not uncomfortable and they looked terrific. She loved to wear heels because they made her legs look so shapely. She didn't have much opportunity to wear them, though.

"Nice." He stood back to get a better look. He glanced back at the pile of clothing and shook his head, "I don't want to see you in anything else, though." She gave him a puzzled look. "I don't want to see you in anything else," he repeated slowly, one brow raised. She grinned and undid the clasp of her skirt. As it fell to the floor, she undid her bra and pulled off the rest of her clothes in a well-practiced motion. He gestured for her to do a turn and a little walk across the small room. 

Rhiannon felt the butterflies warming up in her stomach. She felt a felt a flush of embarrassment as Charles watched her walk back. She liked the attention, but she was also self conscious about her physical flaws. It doesn't matter how many people tell you that it doesn't matter, you always end up thinking about the stupidest little things. She thought of hot she looked in heels and the butterflies went away. With renewed confidence, she turned on her heel and sashayed back to stand beside him.

"Nice," he said again. "I like this height on you," he added as he pulled her to him. He still stood well above her, despite the nearly four inches of additional height the heels afforded. He leaned in and kissed her neck where it met the jaw. Her naked body was pressed against his clothing, skin tingling at the tactile contrast. She closed her eyes and rocked her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. His hands reached around her back and down to cup her ass. He proceeded to squeeze it as he began nibbling her ear. She turned her head to capture his mouth in hers. 

Charles backed her to the bed and lay her down, breaking their kiss for only a moment. He stretched out beside her and ran one hand over the front of her body. He brushed cross her nipples and they hardened. His fingers danced across her belly and slipped between her legs. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a bit wider. His hand continued past and stroked the inside of her thighs before racing back up her body.

He left her mouth, returning briefly to her neck and continuing down between her breasts. He sucked each nipple then rolled them between his teeth. She felt electrified. His hand, meanwhile, continued the exploration of her body. He kept working his way down, stopping briefly to probe her bellybutton with his tongue. He pulled her up further on the bed and made himself comfortable between her legs.

He kissed and licked and nibbled her inner thighs, carefully ignoring her mons. Rhiannon kept waiting, expecting that at any moment he would devour her, but all he would do is brush his short beard and lips lightly over her skin. Just when she was about to grab his head and grind her pussy against his face, he slid his tongue into her opening and licked upward to flick her clitoris. She let out her breath and relaxed as he continued to lap away. The tip of his tongue danced around her clit, occasionally sucking it between his lips, before dipping again into her opening. His hands, meanwhile, were sliding across her belly and playing with her breasts. His tongue made flicking motions over her clitoris and she could feel the orgasm coming on. It was not the intense wave she experienced earlier, but it was a satisfying release. 

As Charles climbed up beside her, Rhiannon pulled his mouth to her own. She liked tasting her own juices on his lips, smelling her aroma on his beard. She kissed and licked while he unbuttoned his shirt. He had to pull away to remove the rest of his clothes. Naked, he wasted no time positioning himself once again between her legs. She lifted her knees in anticipation. He put the head against her opening and pushed gently. She was not going to tolerate another tease like she experienced earlier; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him inside her. "Oh, you bad girl," he chided. 

"Fuck me," she replied. 

Charles held himself above her and proceeded to pump in and out, his hips doing all the work. He varied the pace, starting slow and building up then slowing down to catch his breath. She lay back with half closed eyes, sometimes watching him, sometimes staring into the great void of pleasure. He put her legs against his chest and leaned forward until she was folded in half. His balls were now bouncing against her anus, spanking her oh so gently. He was deep inside her now. She loved the feeling but didn't like her legs like that for too long. She would tolerate it as long as she could. She admired the black pumps still on her feet. They made her look so damn sexy. She didn't wear shoes enough when fucking. She took a breath when the next orgasm came, letting it out in a moan. She had quite forgotten about her legs.

He leaned up, releasing her legs to wrap them around his waist, then brought his own legs forward. He held her arms, leaned back and pulled her up to straddle him. He was tired and it was her turn to go to work. She rocked up and down just to get a feel for the bed. It was a bit too soft, she preferred a firmer mattress for this sort of thing. She pulled her knees up higher and took longer strokes, then leaned forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. He, in turn, ran his hands over her sides then up to pinch her nipples. She was getting into the rhythm now, rocking her hips and lifting herself with her knees. She hadn't done this in a while. Previous lovers were happy to do all the work for her, but Charles wanted hands free to play with her. She really liked it when he reached down and grabbed the high heels like handles. 

She was tiring out, slowing down, a thin sheen of perspiration on her front and back. He pulled her head down to his to kiss her, then started rocking his hips upward to meet her strokes. She tingled as he drew his short nails across her back. He was doing all the work now, thrusting into her. He had one hand on the back of her neck, the other pressing down on her spine at the top of her ass. She squeezed her pussy, gripping his cock as tightly as she could.

He started to moan and she knew he would soon cum. She thought about the gooey white jets of semen squirting into her body. For casual sex, she would always use a condom and often have the guy cum on her face or across her body. She loved being sprayed like that, but she loved it more when a guy left an offering inside her. "Fill me up," she breathed into his ear.

It didn't take long. Charles gave a few powerful thrusts and erupted inside her. She felt his cock twitching, releasing its load, and smiled approvingly. Making a guy cum was every bit as pleasurable as her own orgasms; it gave her great satisfaction. He threw his arms and head back and let out a huge sigh. After a moment, he looked up at her and said "What have you done to me?" She grinned back at him, wiggling her hips to feel the turgid penis still inside her.

Most guys would get up to go to the bathroom or just fall asleep. Charles, however, admitted enjoying getting soft inside a girl. He rolled her onto her back, staying inside the whole while. Although he thrust slowly, his erection soon subsided and his penis plopped out, followed by a dribble of juice. Charles moved beside her and kissed her. His hand reached between her legs to rub her clit and lips. She knew what would happen next.

His middle finger dipped into her honey pot. She could sense how wet she was. As his hand come up, she lifted her head and opened her mouth to receive his finger. She sucked the cum mixture. His fingers dipped in again and fed her once more. "That is so fucking hot," he breathed into her ear. She licked his fingers three more times before he pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. He rolled onto his back with a sigh. She lay there, satisfied, thinking about the life swimming around inside her.

The lack of sleep was starting to get to her, in spite of the coffee. She wanted to clean up first, though.She kicked off her shoes and got up from the bed. Holding her hand between her legs to keep from spilling everywhere, she walked to the toilet. She adjusted the shower and got in, careful not to wet her hair.

Until yesterday, she had not shaved her pubic hair for a week. At Charles's insistence she shaved, leaving a strip of short hair up the middle. She had tried this style before, it was a bit of trouble to maintain, but she had to admit that it looked sexy. She decided to give herself a touch-up. Her razor was still in the bedroom. The razor on the shelf looked new so she tested it on her soapy legs. It would do.

Clean and shaved, Rhiannon grabbed the big bath towel and dried off. She spotted the body lotion on the shelf and applied it liberally. Charles frequented many hotels in his travels and always returned with a collection of interesting lotions, shampoos and soaps. Feeling fresh, she returned to the bedroom. He had just finished gathering his clothes and was on his way to the toilet. He smacked her ass as she walked by. 

"Is it OK if I have a little nap?" she asked. He had no plans for the afternoon and told her to sleep. She lay down on the bed and pulled the rumpled sheet over her. She was excited to be back in the city and her mind raced with thoughts and ideas. Fatigue beat her down, though, and she fell into slumber.

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