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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,095 Views) | |
| Deleted User | January 9, 2012, 12:42 am Post #1 |
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This is part three of this story set in 2014. This story began with Call Me Francesca (set in 2010), followed by the sequel: A French Connection (set 2011). This story begins 2 years after the end of A French Connection. SPOILER WARNING: This is a sequel, so spoilers for the previous story, A FRENCH CONNECTION. Otherwise, enjoy this as a story in it's own right. February 2014 James’ husky American voice on my answering machine had caught me completely off guard. Arriving home from work and picking up my son from day-care, I had stepped in the front door holding my baby on my hip, two bags slung over my other shoulder, the mail under my arm and car keys in hand. I pressed the large red message button on the answering machine on autopilot as I did every day. Nearly always it was Ray, telling me the kitchen was busy and predicting when he would be home. Darling, I’ll miss dinner, I’m sorry. We’re rushed off our feet at the restaurant tonight. But tonight, James’ voice surprised me, catching my heart with a sudden rush of adrenalin. ‘Hannah! Ray! It’s James….Hetfield’ he added awkwardly, as if we wouldn’t have guessed. ‘I got your Christmas card and the photo, thanks! Wow, at first I was kind of surprised, but then I realised it made total sense for you two. I mean, WOW!’ he laughed at himself again. I was stood still, hanging on his every word, as nervous as if he were in the room. His voice coming through the speaker made it seem eerily so. We had never formally told him about our relationship until the Christmas card. I was pleased he had taken it as well as he could have. ‘I would absolutely love to come and see you both, and meet baby James. I will be in town for four days for some gigs at the O2 in March. Let’s catch up then? See you soon!’ James voice came to an odd pause before offering his number, and the line disconnected. As if I had ever deleted it. March 2014 I had not seen Ray as nervous since he had worked for James some two years ago. He had paced the house, re-cleaning every surface, tidying everything, checking his hair and re-adjusting the table that was set for lunch. James had been to my house only once before during our second summer together (when I had been single), for a whole days’ worth of play in my bedroom upstairs. I was beginning to feel the awkwardness of that memory that I knew was James’ only recollection of this place too. He had sat upstairs nervously on my bed as I teased him in my lingerie, bringing out sex toys for him to try. He had enjoyed a cock-ring more than I could have ever hoped, and I’d had a great time writhing along in his lap to his frantic cries. It was more than two years ago, but I remembered some of the simple erotic words he’d uttered: ‘I want you in just your panties….I wanna see your beautiful titties’. When I closed my eyes I could still feel his warm mouth breathing into the bare skin of my neck, as his nervous fingers slipped my bra down my shoulders. His fingers had smoothed the curves of my chest as he stood behind me, his hands settling finally on my waist. ‘Hannah?’ Ray called out for me from downstairs and I woke out of my daydream. I was standing in my upstairs wardrobe where James and I had been in my thoughts… ‘He’ll be here any minute, it’s 2’oclock already!’ I heard the urgency in Ray’s voice. ‘Alright, I’ll be down in a second!’ I called downstairs. It’s was only minutes before James was due to arrive, I was still trying to choose a dress. I searched through my wardrobe unable to choose, knowing he had seen me in many of these before. I settled on a short white summer dress with a full skirt which I had bought this season, knowing it would be new to him and remembering that he loved me in white. I had stepped into it and begun a short struggle with my zipper when I heard a loud knock at the door. I caught a terrified look at myself in the mirror: James was here! I heard Ray answer the door quickly as I knew he would, and James’ eager voice welcomed his dear friend after a long time apart. I heard them hug and share their welcomes with muffled voices into each other’s shoulders. Their voices faded as they proceeded into the lounge. I knew I still had time, and I smoothed my dress flat and curled the last of my loose fringe around my ears. I searched in my makeup drawer for my favourite pink Dior lipstick, applying it carefully with a nervous hand. I found my gold earrings, and checked them in my reflection. My shoes arranged in tiers were the final challenge. I chose gold to match and stepped into the stilettos. I had not even heard his footsteps coming up the stairs when he entered my bedroom. Instead, his familiar loving face and blue eyes in my mirror frightened me with heady surprise. I turned around to greet my dear friend. Seeing his eyes again I knew my lust for him hadn’t faded. ‘James!’ I gasped in surprise. He joined me with a devious grin in my walk-in-wardrobe, sliding the door secretively behind him. He was even taller than I remembered, his broad shoulders were slimmer on his older frame, but his biceps were much larger, bulging and toned. I smoothed my hands up his arms as he kissed me warmly in welcome. ‘Holy shit, look at you!’ he breathed. His mouth was hot and frantic on my throat. We kissed hotly, and I greeted him like the old boyfriend he was. ‘Hannah!’ he breathed longingly. His hands already lifted my skirt to smooth my thighs. He walked me back against the wall urgently. His fingers found my panties around my hips. I knew he only needed my approving word and he would tug them eagerly down my legs. God I wanted him, it was all I could think. My hands had left his neck and were trailing down his shirt to his middle, testing his heavy leather belt buckle. We had no time, nor privacy and my husband was downstairs! But still, my giddy mind wanted nothing more in his presence than to drop to my knees and suck his cock desperately in my mouth. Instead, I teased his groin with my palm through his jeans as he moaned softly in hope. ‘Hannah! Fuck!’ he breathed. I panted and our eyes met for a desperate moment, wondering if we might get away with it. ‘No’ I said automatically. ’Ray will come looking for us’ I warned. James nodded sadly, and made to open the sliding door to my bedroom. I caught his hand before he left. ‘Come here!’ I smiled with a short laugh. ‘You’re covered in my pink lipstick!’ I rubbed his lips clean with a tissue and he pouted teasingly for me. ‘Beautiful’ I smiled. He offered me his hand, and led me kindly downstairs. ‘I found her!’ James announced as he led me into the kitchen by the hand. Ray was holding our son, baby James in his arms and his namesake smiled a warm emotional grin as Ray handed him over. James senior held James Junior expertly, although it had been over ten years since he had held a baby as small as this. ‘Hey little Man!’ James bounced him gently on his knee and chuckled at his new friend. ‘He’s five months old on Saturday’ I smiled. The sight of James holding my child was slightly unreal. Ray smiled, I knew our pre-rehearsed question was on his lips. ‘James’ he paused nervously,’ Hannah and I would love it if you would be his Godfather’ Ray asked kindly. James’ face lit up at the suggestion. ‘Of course, of course!’ he repeated emphatically. He took Ray’s stunned hand into a tight hug. James held his God-son for a minute longer until Ray lifted him into his highchair where the baby observed us while we ate. ‘So how is Francesca?’ Ray asked. He served us the same pasta he made at his restaurant every day. James nodded warmly expecting the question. ‘She’s doing fine!’ he revealed in an optimistic voice. His account seemed to be better than Ray and I had imagined. ‘I haven’t told her about you guys, I don’t know if she saw your card at Christmas time’ he explained. Ray nodded, he’d thought as much. ‘Things have changed a lot since you left’ James explained to Ray. ‘Chopper has gone, he wanted to retire. We’ve got two new security guards, and I don’t have an assistant anymore’ he revealed. Ray was surprised. ‘I considered it, but I couldn’t replace you, dude!’ James revealed gratefully. I knew he was saying it to appease Ray. My mind was still replaying our meeting upstairs only minutes ago, where his horny mouth was begging for permission against my throat to slide my panties down my legs. The fingers of his right hand secretly brushed my knee under the table. I lifted my fork and continued with my pasta, trying not to allow James’ gentle teasing to be seen on my face. Ray continued with his reply. ‘And your girls?’ he asked. James smiled widely. ‘Cali is nearly 17, she has a boyfriend now!’ he exclaimed. We both laughed nervously at the news. ‘I made it perfectly clear to him what my expectations were’ James said sternly. ‘Poor kid!’ he remarked at himself. Ray chuckled again and James’ hand slid further up my thigh. I couldn’t concentrate on my food anymore. I paused to lift my glass to my lips with a smile. His fingers were warm and teasing on my inner thigh. ‘And Marcella?’ ‘Oh, she still misses you, Ray’ James admitted. She’s doing great at school, much better than her sister and her brother’ James revealed. ‘She’s really smart’. He was proud of his youngest daughter’s achievements. ‘I think I have some photos’ James offered. His hand left my thigh under the table to retrieve his phone from his pocket. He handed his iphone to Ray. ‘Oh my goodness! Look at her!’ Ray smiled. He flicked through the images. ‘And Castor! He’s so tall!’ Ray exclaimed. ‘He’s really shot up, yeah!’ James agreed. I was delighted when James’ hand returned to my leg. Ray stood from the table to retrieve the home-made gelato from the fridge for dessert. Out of earshot, James’ mouth leant into my ear as he continued to stroke my thigh. ‘Hannah’ he whispered with a warm flutter. He smiled lovingly, and I could tell he was reminiscing about our past just as I was. His hand was completely obscured under my dress as he stroked the soft cotton of my panties. His eyes begged me to agree to what his mouth couldn’t say in the presence of my husband. My eyes pleaded with him in response. I couldn’t tell him what I wanted, but he knew what I needed. ‘Stop it, you’re driving me crazy!’ I teased, with a smile, almost out of breath. I felt wet from his tease. He withdrew his hand a little, retreating slowly down my leg, and now it rested on the smooth part of my thigh just above my knee. I closed my eyes in relief and breathed deeply to slow my heart rate. I had been entertaining the thought of his fingers inside my panties. Sitting at the table, trying to keep a calm demeanour, I was terrified my husband might notice. When my thigh still squirmed to his touch, he took my left hand, settling my palm on the snake that emerged across his thigh. He hardened instantly to my touch. Ray joined us again at the table with the gelato, offering us each a dessert glass full of lemon-yellow sorbet. ‘Thank you’ James smiled gratefully. I was impressed that he was doing such a good job of hiding his excitement. He ate and conversed without the slightest hint that I was stroking his cock through his jeans under the table. I had missed this man who was my sexual equal. After lunch, the three of us talked for over an hour remembering tours, houses, summer trips, flights and band rehearsals past. This time, Ray sat securely on the couch with his arm around me while James watched my husband display me proudly. Still, James kept up with a polite smile. There was a short pause in the conversation where baby James woke and cried, Ray stood to comfort our son, lifting him into his arms. James smiled at the sight of Ray’s parenting. ‘I should probably be off now’ James suggested kindly. I knew he wanted to leave before we ran awkwardly out of things to say. There were still more untold secrets between the three of us that could ever be discussed in any one afternoon. He offered me a warm kiss to the cheek as he stood to leave. I walked him kindly to the front door, not really wanting to say goodbye. He turned to me in the doorway with one last desperate request. ‘I’m here until Thursday, please, please, come and visit me tomorrow? I’m at the Dorchester again, in Mayfair. Please Hannah?’ he unashamedly begged me in a deep whisper. I blushed with a warm smile as his lips met my throat with a hopeful kiss. ‘James, I’d love to but you know I can’t’ I apologised. My eyes closed desperately as he kissed from my neck, to my ear, and up to my mouth. But I still couldn’t believe the words that were coming from my mouth. There was no way in the world I could reject him. ‘I’m in the Terrace Suite,’ he continued as though he had not heard my reply at all. Come by anytime, I’ll be there all day’ he promised. Saving me from an answer, Ray appeared behind us to wish James goodbye. He retracted himself from lending his mouth so close to my ear. ‘It’s been so great to see you both again!’ he smiled, back to his full voice. James offered Ray a parting hug, and me, a gentle, public kiss to the cheek, and he was seemingly out of our lives once more. |
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| Deleted User | January 9, 2012, 12:52 am Post #2 |
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The Terrace Suite![]() ![]() The Dorchester in Mayfair had been home to only my wealthiest clients. The suites at 4000 pounds a night were far above the price range of most men I had seen. James was in fact, one of only three men whom I had ever cliented in the Grande suites. One, a former head of state; another, a famous Chelsea footballer. It had now been four years since I had worked as a call girl, and there was no one else besides James whom would have ever persuaded me to go back to it, even for a day. We had not discussed my fee, but I knew he would be forthcoming, he had always paid me handsomely. But today, I wasn’t going for the money. It was more the taste of our past, and my complete inability to resist him. I couldn’t stay at home knowing he was in town and eager to see me. I dressed in another white dress I knew he would like with a steep v-shaped neckline that sat below my cleavage, a fitted black leather jacket, and my black YSL pumps. I slung my black Chanel purse set on a gold chain over my shoulder, and it rested at my hip. I curled my hair into loose ringlets that fell at the ends. I knew he liked the rock-chick look on me, and my white dresses had always been a hit with him. I smiled at myself in the mirror: I really was pleased to be seeing him again, and I was slightly frightened that there was no guilt surrounding my meeting him in my mind. I didn’t want to analyse it for too long. For sure, I loved my husband. At 10:45am I caught a cab into Mayfair. I had once known the concierge staff at nearly all the hotels in central London. As a call girl, they saw me checking in sometimes up to 30 times in a week. I had once known the front desk staff at the Dorchester, and in the cab I searched my phone for their names. Paul— a tall doorman, blonde, in his late twenties greeted me. I had seen his face twist in recognition as he opened the door of my cab. He offered me his arm as I stepped onto the hotel’s carpeted entranceway. I noticed the paparazzi who stood in the carpark behind us, their camera’s slung around their necks like they’d been waiting for a while. ‘Belle?’ he asked, checking he had my name right. ‘It’s been ages!’ ‘Indeed it has, Paul!’ I smiled. He opened the heavy door for me leading to the main foyer. Without Ray as James’ assistant, I could not pass through quite so easily. It was important VIP bookings remained highly confidential. It would embarrass James to ask for ‘Ronnie’ at the front desk. ‘Will you take me straight up?’ I asked Paul with a whisper. I didn’t want to blow James’ cover when it was surely known that the band were staying here. The paparazzi outside sure knew it. ‘Of course’ he replied. He lead me to the lifts and we entered, the doors shutting behind us before we spoke again. ‘It’s good to see you!’ he smiled. ‘Terrace Suite, please’ I smiled and Paul swiped his passcard against the private floor on the lift keypad. ‘I won’t ask’ he grinned. He looked at the ceiling as the lift climbed to the 9th floor. When the lift doors opened, Paul did not step out with me. ‘Second on the left’ he smiled. I jumped, I swear I’d heard Lars’ voice from down the hall. ‘Thank you again’ I smiled sweetly and he was gone. ……… I hesitated outside James’ door. I lifted my hand to knock on the heavy oak, but thought twice of it. The sound would easily send Lars’ assistants into the hallway to investigate. I did not want to meet Barbara or Gio today. I tried the door handle quietly, not expecting it to open, but I knew the sound might alert him that I was there. It was one of the oldest tricks in my book. To my delight, I heard movement inside the room as soon as I did. The person on the other side made contact with the door handle, and James’ naughty face emerged. He tugged me silently into the room by the hand, shutting the door behind us with a smirk. My body was pinned between his and the back of the door. ‘Hello my darling!’ he kissed me warmly, smothering me with excitement. My hands held his face as he kissed me eagerly in welcome. ‘I’m glad you’ve come early—we’ll have all day’ he breathed happily. Already, his mouth was kissing at my throat and trailing to my chest. I knew I’d made the right decision with my dress: his mouth was desperately searching the curves of my chest. He walked me through the lounge by the hand to the bedroom. ‘There’s something for you in the bathroom, Hannah’ he kissed. ‘Take a look’ he smiled cryptically. I nodded, I loved that he was trying desperately to be a normal client. I left him alone in the bedroom as I entered the black marble bathroom. I closed the door behind me, knowing what I would find, I wanted to find it in private—I never accepted or counted cash in front of a client. I sat my handbag on the vanity, and opened the gold envelope with my name on it that sat in front of the mirror. Inside, was $15,000 US dollars. I smiled, the money even smelt foreign. I returned it to the envelope and slipped it inside my purse, withdrawing my lipstick as I did. I knew James’ eager mouth had already rubbed most of my rosy pink cream from my lips. I reapplied and smiled at myself in the mirror. The adrenalin of having James as a client again had hit me. I felt my hands shaking as I smoothed my hair. I noticed, hanging on the far wall, was a black g-string, clearly for me to wear. On closer inspection, I recognised them. They were the same pair I had worn on our very first encounter with him, and later, I had later once allowed James to take them home, and unfortunately, his wife had found them hidden in his pocket. And now, they were waiting for their owner once more. I slipped my own g-string down my legs and over my heels, replacing them with the pair he had reserved for me. I had heard the sound of him pulling the heavy curtains in the bedroom. This was it, he was ready for me. When I emerged, the room was much darker than before. James was sitting on the end of the bed undressing. He was shirtless, and down to just his jeans. He had opened his brown leather belt and unzipped his jeans, and the leather hung loose as he greeted me. His eyes watched my every step with anticipation as I walked carefully across the room and stood in front of him. ‘Hannah!’ he breathed, his hands took my hips, pulling me towards his mouth. He shimmied my dress up my legs to my waist, and his mouth dived at my cunt, wetting the fabric of the panties he had requested I wear. ‘I love you in these!’ he panted. His mouth and eyes were so desperate for me. I lifted my dress over my head, knowing he would want to see my tits. As it was, I could barely stand with him licking me like that. I moaned openly and he encouraged it. I was wobbly on my heels. ‘Oh, you like that baby?’ he begged. His mouth took a break, and his fingers rubbed me wet through the fabric. ‘James!’ I gasped, his tongue had flicked my panties aside, and now he licked my wet flesh urgently. I grabbed his scruffy hair with both hands, enjoying the sensation. My chest was racing faster that I could remember. It had been so long since I’d been with him, but it felt so effortless to be here again. I screamed uncontrollably and he laughed. His hands slid his favourite panties of mine down my legs. ‘Thank you’ he kissed gratefully into my stomach. He stood to join me and my hands made straight for his open jeans. I slid my hand inside the tight denim and found him already hard and a little sticky. ‘I was jerking off while you were in the bathroom’ he explained. I smiled. ‘You’re still the only woman I think about’ he breathed, his own hand reaching inside his briefs. My hands took his cock as his offering. ‘Will you?’ he asked desperately, and I nodded, sliding to my knees to obey his request. His face blushed pink at my subservience. He let out an open groan; his eyes shutting blissfully as I took him in my mouth. I worked his length and he bucked in my mouth in short quick bursts. I knew from experience with him, that this would not make him come. Not unless I flicked the head of his penis with my tongue: that always sent him over the edge. I was careful to warm his dick only. When he withdrew from my mouth, he was hard and deliciously pink. He pulled his jeans down his legs, and shuffled back onto the bed, and I joined him, straddling him. We fell back onto the bed together with a laugh. James turned me over and pinned me immediately underneath his nude body. ‘Hannah’ he kissed. His hands arranged my legs around his hips. His head dipped blissfully, and I knew what was next. His cock pushed me forward up the bed a little as he entered me. His hips ground me slowly, pausing to read the effect on my face. My hands found his waist as he bucked deeper with more pressure, sending my body into a steady rocking rhythm underneath him. His motions were smooth as I was easily wet. ‘God, I love your pussy!’ he groaned. His horny lips seemed engorged as he kissed my chest frantically. His hips bucked a few hard motions, and his balls slapped eagerly against me. I cried out: his hard cock felt so good. ‘Oh James!’ I couldn’t stop myself from calling his name. He made a short laugh at my desperation, pleased he was causing my happy screams. He paused to watch me. ‘Oh don’t stop!’ I begged him. He pumped me even harder at my request. I savoured his delicious bucking motions that I had missed so much. ‘I wanna taste your beautiful pussy again’ he growled happily, and his both withdrew from me once more. His horny mouth devoured me. He teased my lips with his tongue, parting me, flicking my clit and sliding his tongue in and out of me. My wet thighs quivered in his warm hands. ‘Oh my God! James!!’ my head rolled back in surprise. I knew I would come if he continued. I had a feeling it was what he wanted for me, even so early on in our day. I couldn’t help myself, his mouth was desperately pursuing me, and I screamed as the rush overcame me. My stomach and thighs contracted and relaxed with a bucking moan, and he smiled as I cried out in relief. He stood from the bed, watching me relax from my orgasm, pleased with his efforts. It was far from being his turn, he had pleasured me early. ‘You enjoy, I’ll be right back’ he smiled. He left me on the bed, helpless to the delicious feeling of coming down from an orgasm. He entered the same bathroom and returned with two thick white towels and a bottle of oil. He prepared them on the bed beside me. ‘Shuffle over onto the towel when you’re ready’ he smiled kindly. His eyes watched my breasts rise and fall as my breathing returned to normal. I did as he asked, and he kindly collected my hair out from underneath my neck. He lay me down carefully, smoothing my hair out behind me. I closed my eyes preparing for my massage, and he warmed his hands with the oil, spreading it generously across my stomach and chest. ‘I bet you’re tired now you’re a mom’ he said. We both knew he was right. I nodded my head silently, enjoying the sensation of his oiled hands on me. After a minute more, his fingers rested at the small of my stomach. ‘Okay to touch you now?’ he asked in a kind whisper. I nodded. James was always a gentleman. He lay next to me, kissing me warmly, and I allowed his warm oily fingers to slide between the lips of my pussy. I panted softly into his mouth and it spurred him on, his fingers rubbing me faster and deeper. I encouraged him onto my body once more. This time, he lay behind me, spooning my body from behind, lifting my leg up with his free hand. He entered me and I moaned happily. It was not a position we’d tried before, but it was great with him, I could feel the fullness of his cock, and the strong muscles of his chest behind me. His thighs slapped against me as he fucked me strongly. ‘Oh Hannah!’ he moaned into my ear. I loved being close enough to hear his horny voice. His teeth tugged at my earlobe for a moment with a breathy laugh. ‘Do you like that?’ he asked. He slowed and pumped me deeper for emphasis. ‘Oh fuck yes!’ I moaned. His hand let go of my leg and slid around my middle, holding my stomach. ‘You’re so beautiful’ he kissed. I loved that he had my body under control with his strong arm around me. He withdrew and I turned in his arms to face him. This time, he moved easily on top of me and continued. This time, his pace took over me, pulsing hard for his own rush. He had spent over an hour so far pleasuring me, and now he attempted to please himself with a fast buckling tempo. He’d been erect for ages, and now he wanted to come. He warned me with a high jump to his voice. ‘Hannah!’ he choked on his own delighted squeal. His face was red with urgency as his body spasmed joyously. I watched his face drop into an open sigh of relief, and he slowed to catch his breath. He rolled onto his back, his hand covering his pounding heart in his chest. I knelt next to him with a smile, watching his satisfied face return to mine. He offered me his arm, and I snuggled into his side. We lay together silently for a while enjoying each other’s company. ‘Are you hungry?’ he spoke finally, breaking the silence. ‘Yeah, I think so’ I reflected. I hadn’t been thinking about my stomach at all. He checked his phone on the bedside table, it was 1pm and I didn’t have to be home until 4pm. ‘I’ll get you a robe’ he offered leaving for the bathroom. He returned wearing a white and gold bathrobe of his own, and offered me the feminine version, a much shorter robe with the same hotel logo. I took it and dressed, and followed him into the lounge. He offered me the hotel menu and we settled on the comfortable couch in the afternoon sun. ………….. I was not at all surprised when James ordered the steak. I enjoyed my smoked chicken salad. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, even as we ate. He teased me, offering me one of his French fries. I ate it happily from his fingers. The sun shone warmly into the suite, and I closed my eyes in happy relaxation as we lay together on the chaise. James had done the same, his warm arm hung loosely around my shoulder, the other around my waist. I snuggled peacefully into his chest and heard his heart beating against my ear. He kissed my forehead, and we slept quietly for a little while. I woke perhaps ten minutes later, stretching and responding to his face with a warm smile. ‘Hannah?’ he kissed happily, seeing I was awake. ‘Do you happen to remember that sex tape we made in Hawaii at Kirk’s house a few years ago?’ he grinned. There was no doubt in his mind that I did. ‘Of course!’ I laughed. I could only imagine why he was bringing this up now: perhaps he wanted to make another?! ‘I just wanted you to know that it’s been very well appreciated’ he smiled widely and broke into a deep chuckle. His hand untied the towelled belt around his waist holding the robe together. The robe fell loose around his hips and he pulled his cock in front of me with a pleased grin, watching for the approval on my face. ‘I love it when you play with your pussy for me’ he whispered, suddenly his voice was horny and desperate and pleading for me to reply. I kissed him eagerly back; my hand smoothing the forearm that pleased himself. He groaned a little to my touch. I knew what he wanted--he wanted to watch me play for him--but it wouldn’t be easy here on the couch, so I stood and led him once more to the bedroom. His towel robe remained on the couch behind him and he followed me nude into the bedroom once more. I settled on the bed and removed my hotel robe, the same as the one he had just discarded, and rested back, propped up by my arms. I flicked my long blonde hair behind my shoulders and he smiled. ‘Please, leave some…’his words refused to make sense, but I thought I knew what me meant. I separated a little of my hair and trailed it down my chest. I teased him, opening and closing my legs at the knees for him to see. ‘Oh yeah!’ he exhaled loudly as he sat in the club chair at the end of the bed. He tugged himself faster in his eager fist at the sight of me. His hungry eyes watched my hand trail lower between my legs. I teased him like I had in the video, smoothing my inner thighs with my hands until I was desperate to touch myself. My fingers enjoyed myself, watching for his pleasure. His face turned a deep plum as his urgency grew. ‘James, come over here and join me’ I suggested gently. He needed no further encouragement, my sexy voice was enough to make him spring across the room and join me on the bed. He lay next to me, diving into my mouth, his hand joining my fingers in my wet folds. He groaned into my mouth. ‘Can I taste you again?’ he begged, his words were nearly made of air. I had barely nodded my excited reply before his mouth dropped eagerly to my thighs. His lips and tongue made straight to please me, and I squealed happily at the attention he was paying me again. ‘James?’ Lars’ voice was at the door. He paused, then knocked loudly. ‘James, you in there?’ he asked again. James froze. ‘Shit! Hang on a minute…’ he apologised. He made for the lounge to find him robe, re-tying it around his waist before answering the door. I ushered myself under the covers of the bed. He turned to check I was sufficiently hidden before he opened the door to his friend. Lars took a step into the room without noticing me in bed. ‘Dude, you only just got up?’ Lars commented at James’ robe. Lars checked his watch, it was nearly 2pm. His eyes widened as he saw my white dress and bra hung over the arm of the nearby chair. I sat forward in bed and the sheets made a gentle rousing rustle. ‘Hi Lars’ I smiled gently. I offered him a small awkward wave. James stood between the bed and door without offering his friend an explanation. ‘Hannah!’ Lars welcomed me kindly. I’d have thought he’d have called me sweetheart if James had not been present. ‘I’ll leave you two alone then!’ he grinned. He exited with an embarrassed wave to his friend. He paused in the doorway remembering the purpose of his visit. ‘Oh, I came to say Kirk and I are going out tonight for dinner if you wanna come?’ Lars offered to James. I suppose he was wondering whether James would be spending his evening with me. ‘Yeah, maybe…’ James replied in a non-committal tone. Lars nodded, taking his friend’s ambiguity as a declined offer and James shut the door behind him. ‘Sorry ‘ James apologised, returning to bed with me. He saw that I had climbed into bed. He pulled back the gold silk duvet, and slid between my nude body and a single white sheet. He lay on top of me with his strong arms propping up his upper body. His torso was tight and toned. ‘Is your pussy ready for more?’ he teased. His mouth uttered dirty words into my ear as he gained control of my hips. ‘I love it when you let me do this….’ He moaned. He fucked me deeply with long, smooth motions. My head was consumed by the large fluffy pillows as his body overtook me. I let him fuck me for ten minutes more, his mouth tasting my chest, and talking roughly into my throat. Eventually he paused, lying beside me, his biceps shaking from supporting his own weight over me. I thought it was my turn to surprise him. ‘Can you sit up for me?’ I asked with a grin. I had been wanting to sit in his lap since I saw the giant headboard of this bed. He sat with his back straight up against the padded headboard. I straddled him, leaning my outstretched arms into the wall behind him, I ground on his cock in deep, swirling motions, watching his face beg me for more. ‘Oh fucking Jesus!’ he moaned out loud and I wondered if Lars might still be listening at the door. I laughed at his excitement. My tits bounced in his face and he smiled with lavish enjoyment. ‘Shit, I wish I didn’t live so far from London!’ he moaned. ‘Do you wanna go for it?’ I asked. So far, we were just teasing each other. ‘Fuck yes!’ he breathed, sitting forward to take sex more seriously. He held my back with his large hands, letting me find the stroke I wanted sitting in his lap. He moaned as I slid up and down his cock enjoying every movement, controlling the rhythm. His hips joined in, taking turns controlling my pace. He paused to pump me deeply, and I knew he was about to come, his emphasis always gave him away. His eyes closed and he was groaning at his own frantic rush. I smiled lovingly, pleased he had enjoyed himself. When his eyes opened in relief, his shaking hands smoothed my chest. His eyes danced on my chest for a silent minute, taking in my curves, adoring my body and kissing my thankful mouth. ‘How are we doing for time?’ he asked looking for his iphone beside the bed. I leaned over him, finding it at the beside. ‘3:23pm’ I said. ‘I have to be home around 4’ I said sadly. James nodded, he understood. ‘Lets enjoy a shower’ he offered kindly taking me by the hand to the bathroom. Afterwards, I re-dressed and he stood watching me with his hands deep in his pockets, adjusting my hair and makeup in the mirror. He walked me to the door slowly, not wanting this day to end. ‘I'll have to visit London more often!‘ he said with a cheeky grin. I smiled, I knew exactly what he meant. |
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | January 11, 2012, 7:46 pm Post #3 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Wait!!! No! Not an end!!! Bu!!! But bu!!! Not fair! ShE CHEATED ON RAY!!!!!!!! Oh God this don't look good! Please make another?!!! Please? please? |
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| Deleted User | January 11, 2012, 8:00 pm Post #4 |
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Well, it depends on your perspective as to whether you think she cheated on Ray or not. She accepted money to sleep with James. Yes, technically, she's married now and it's cheating, but this is James--her oldest and most loving client. It's almost okay... |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 11, 2012, 8:13 pm Post #5 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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Awwwwww!!! What? How could I missed it Yes yes yes moar ...and? You're asking? Let her do what she enjoys so much No seriously? It's a very good story, let her cheat
Edited by Some_Kind_Of_Monster, January 11, 2012, 8:27 pm.
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 11, 2012, 8:42 pm Post #6 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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I trust your judgment I'm simply only a horny reader
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| Deleted User | January 11, 2012, 8:50 pm Post #7 |
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I have an idea for a follow up chapter so I'll write it. I'll move this back to the main forum....
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 11, 2012, 9:04 pm Post #8 |
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Yeah baby!!!! :horns2 |
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| Deleted User | January 11, 2012, 9:07 pm Post #9 |
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Writing now....I love writing this pairing! |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 11, 2012, 9:16 pm Post #10 |
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And you sure know how to do it :horns2 To be honest this stops me from writing my own fic, this is so good. I love to read your fics Gimme fuel, gimme fire Gimme that which I desire Ooh ! :horns2 |
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| Deleted User | January 11, 2012, 9:18 pm Post #11 |
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Thank you!
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| Deleted User | January 12, 2012, 2:56 am Post #12 |
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Alright, so I started writing, and there's another big story to be told here. So I guess I'm writing part three of the story now! ................................................................................................................................................................................................ I was slightly alarmed when James called the house that evening. I had returned home after our day-long session at the Mayfair feeling elated, but the guilt was beginning to set in now that I greeted my husband home from work. Ray had answered the phone in a tone of surprise and I overheard enough of the conversation to understand the purpose of the call. ‘Of course, we’d love to be there tomorrow!....It’d be great to see everyone again!’ I heard Ray reply. I knew James was inviting us to the band’s gig at the O2 tomorrow. I sat on the floor of the lounge with my son, hearing Ray’s conversation in the hallway. I prepared my response to the news I knew he would soon break. I heard the phone conversation come to an end and Ray’s footsteps returning to the lounge. ‘Han! Guess what? James has invited us backstage at the O2 tomorrow for the gig!’ Ray’s face was both eager and surprised. I feigned shock appropriately as he continued. ‘The families aren’t on tour this time, but the crew will be there!’ I was surprised at Ray’s response, I didn’t know that he missed anything of his former life as James’ assistant. ‘So we’ll meet them at their hotel and travel with them to the arena—it’s the easiest way’. My blood froze. The hotel, I knew it alright! I’d been there with James all day, and God, I never wanted Ray to know. The horror must surely now be written on my face. Ray had paused. ‘Hannah? You don’t want to go?’ he asked. ‘Of course I do, yes, yes I’d love to go to the show!’ I replied quickly, trying my best to cover up my nervous reaction. It didn’t sound convincing to my own ears. I wanted to go very much, but I was afraid my chemistry with James would be so very obvious to Ray, and I knew my husband’s greatest fear: that James might steal yet another woman from him. In the morning, Ray and I arrived awkwardly at the hotel. The crew had no idea we were a couple, or the reason behind Ray’s exit over two years ago. One of James’ two new bodyguards greeted us in the lobby of the Dorchester. It was the very lift in which I had met Ray for the first time. My first visit to see James as a client in 2010 had been at this very hotel. Ray had met me first downstairs. It was not unusual for an assistant to greet and collect a call girl meant for their high profile boss. I knew Ray remembered our first meeting as clearly as I did. I shuffled awkwardly in the lift and I met my husband’s eyes with a smile. He remembered alright, but he was too shy to say so with company. He took my hand with a smile as stepped out of the lift. I squeezed his palm in return, hoping he couldn’t feel my nervousness. We entered the crew’s lounge first, and the guys I had never formally met, all greeted Ray with strong memories. ‘This is my wife, Hannah’ Ray said proudly, introducing me to the room. There were happy smiles as well as some confused faces. I had toured enough with the band over the years that some of the crew recognised me as James’ tour girl. Lars’ drum tech, Flemming greeted Ray as an old friend and tugged him aside. ‘Did you get fired for stealing James’ girl or something dude?’ he asked seriously. Ray laughed, but I could still hear their conversation from across the room. ‘No, no. I actually didn’t tell him!’ Ray smirked. ‘What?! He doesn’t know you’re with her?!’ Flemming looked terrified knowing James could arrive at any minute. ‘Oh, he knows now’ Ray corrected him. ‘I just mean, I didn’t exactly tell him when I quit that I was going after Hannah and moving to London!’ ‘Oh! Is that what happened!’ Flemming’s eyes were even wider in disbelief. ‘Holy shit, you’ve got some balls telling James!’ Zach, his guitar tech, had clearly overheard their conversation and passed through the room with a guitar in his hands. ‘It’s alright, he knows. We had a son, and named him James’ Ray said outloud. As soon as he admitted it, I wished he hadn’t: it seemed so desperate, like Ray somehow missed being a part of this world. It really had nothing to do with the reason we had. I joined Ray at his side as the conversation turned awkward. ‘So how’s Francesca?’ he asked jovially to take the emphasis off himself. The room turned quickly cold and his face knew immediately he’d hit a sour note. ‘What’s James told you?’ Mick asked darkly. No one seemed to want to discuss it. I interrupted the conversation, whatever the outcome, it wasn’t going to go well. I’d had quite enough of being treated like a whore and a stolen girlfriend while Ray tried his best to impress his former friends. And I especially didn’t want to know the state of James’ marriage. I defended my husband while he needed it, changing the topic to put him in a good light. ‘Ray came to London and started up the restaurant he’s always wanted to have. He’s a head chef and has 2 Michelin stars at his own restaurant in Chelsea!’ I explained proudly. Ray blushed and his peers finally acknowledged his achievement. ‘Really? Ray I didn’t know you wanted to be a chef!’ Zach returned polishing another of James’ guitars. Ray was too embarrassed to reply. ‘Yes, he’s a brilliant chef!’ I smiled, smoothing my husband’s back reassuringly. Ray hadn’t expected returning to meet the crew would be a trial by fire. ‘We heard a rumour you’d gone to work for Aerosmith!’ Justin began. Kirk’s guitar tech joined in on our odd conversation. Ray laughed, it was obviously untrue. ‘It must be nice not seeing yourself in the papers all the time’ Justin reminded Ray. I watched his face before he replied: he’d not mentioned it, I think he had put it all behind him much more than he realised. It wasn’t the reunion he’d thought it might’ve been. Lars’ assistant Barbara entered the room, saving us all from continuing the awkward historical conversation. ‘Lars still isn’t ready—but go ahead, get the rest of the tour cases packed up’ she explained. Gio appeared behind her, and I saw her face twitch knowingly as she saw me. She smiled kindly at Ray. ‘Ray!’ she took him into a tight hug in surprise. I remembered for a second, Ray divulged to me once that he had caught James screwing Barbara when she first started as Lars’ assistant. I had thought she wasn’t at all James’ type, but her eyes seemed to settle happily on the memory of Ray’s face. To my surprise she kissed him warmly in front of me. Ray broke from her welcome. ‘My wife, Hannah’ he offered, and Barbara’s face was just as surprised as everyone else. She had once ferried me to see Lars as a client at his house. She too was speechless. ‘Kirk’s good to go’ Gio announced and Justin stood leaving the room. In the hallway, Rob and Dr Don stood chatting, ready to leave the hotel for the stadium. Kirk and Gio were opposite: Kirk was wearing headphones to block out the noise of voices, he was zoning out before the show and blissfully unaware of the commotion. His eyes flicked momentarily open and he saw Ray and I. His face could barely hide his surprise at seeing Ray. His eyes settled nervously on me, though. His wife was not far from his mind. ‘Ray!’ Kirk smiled kindly, removing his headphones to greet us. He pulled Ray into a tight hug too. We joined Rob and Kirk in the hall and Ray chatted a little more happily with them. I supposed it was the band Ray had known the best. ‘Guys, this is my wife, Hannah’. Kirk’s eyebrows twitched into a frown, but he still offered me his hand. ‘I remember you!’ Kirk smiled kindly. Rob offered me the same warm handshake but had no words to add. He obviously remembered me too, but Ray did not know I had slept with him once also. Come to think of it, neither did James. ‘I haven’t seen James today’ Kirk explained oddly, looking at his watch as though he might appear. I knew from my visit yesterday, that James’ room was exactly two doors down on the left. ‘Is he there at the arena already?’ Rob wondered out loud. Kirk shrugged his shoulders. The hotel door behind us opened, and Lars stepped noisily out. ‘Ray!’ Lars was surprised to see him, but completely expecting to see me. I hoped my presence wasn’t too warm on Lars’ welcoming face. ‘Hannah’ he smiled a warm greeting that didn’t much hide the fact he had seen me only yesterday. Kirk started up to share the shock that was still written on his face. ‘Lars, did you know that these two are married?!’ ‘Yes, actually—James told me about a month ago’ Lars explained. It made sense that he was the least surprised of all. ‘We should go and do this sound check, where the fuck is James?’ Lars scowled, looking around. Gio piped up. ‘He’s at the arena, the set crew just said he arrived’ . ‘Alroight den!’ Lars announced, and we followed a line of forty crew who loaded into SUV’s at the rear entrance of the hotel. Ray and I shared a car with Lars and Kirk. ‘So Francesca doesn’t come on tour with James anymore?’ Ray asked. Ray thought it odd given that James didn’t possess an assistant anymore. Kirk and Lars shared a sad knowing glance. ‘So no one’s told you, huh?’ Lars’ face dropped into a frown. ‘She left him, about a year ago. Took the kids with her to Argentina’. Ray was speechless, his mouth fell open in shock. ‘Why?!’ he gasped. I hoped he didn’t feel guilt for leaving the Hetfield's. ‘She met someone else’ Lars said plainly, but Kirk shook his head. ‘I don’t think so’ Kirk said quietly, looking out the window, but he didn’t explain his thought. ‘So where does he live now, Broderick st?’ I asked. I knew everyone in the car knew about James’ secret townhouse where I had stayed both summers I had been with him. ‘Nope, he lives in the same big house in Marin…by himself’ Lars finished sadly. Ray and I shared amazed glances, it was our turn to be surprised. ‘Does he still get to see the kids?’ Ray asked, I noticed a soft tear rolled down his cheek. I knew he was thinking of Marcella. ‘He goes to see them all the time. He flies down there at least twice a month’ Lars explained. ‘He’s a bit of a renegade now, he does things on his own a lot. Like sound checks’ Kirk grumbled. ‘Do you think she’ll come back?’ Ray asked desperately. Lars answered one final question on the matter. ‘No’ he admitted, sad for his friend. |
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| Deleted User | January 12, 2012, 3:39 am Post #13 |
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I have granted you your wish! Another sequel it will be!
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | January 12, 2012, 4:41 am Post #14 |
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Love this, well I said it before I'll say it again MOAR
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| Deleted User | January 12, 2012, 4:43 am Post #15 |
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I'm busy writing as we speak! Glad you like it!!
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