CHAPTER FIVE

Christopher

 

 

“Good afternoon. I would like to make an inquiry,” I said, and immediately I was transferred to the receptionist at Sunny Hills.

“Good afternoon, sir. What inquiry would you like to make?” the voice on the other end of the line asked.

    “Does the hotel by any chance have a map of the town?” I asked.

“Yes, we do. I will have someone bring it up to your room immediately,” the receptionist said.

“Thank you,” I replied as I put down the phone.

I knew the receptionist must have wondered what I wanted with a map. I wondered so myself. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. If Athena had the slightest hint of what I’d been up to since I left the office on Friday, I was sure I would never hear the end of it. I had extended my stay at the hotel by two nights, and I was currently planning a surprise outing for Rebecca. I never in a million years had imagined I would be doing something like this, this weekend.

I had never been as captivated by someone as I was by Becca. Everything about her made me more interested in her as each day passed.

My train of thoughts was stopped by the sound of my cell phone ringing on the left-hand side of the bed. It was Rebecca. She was probably calling to confirm our outing today.

“Hey there,” I said with a smile.

“Hi. How is our movement going to be like today?” asked Rebecca.

    “You are such a meticulous person, planning everything to the last detail. You know what? I’ll pick you up at your place and then we can go somewhere nice.” I replied.

“Sounds like a plan. What time should I be expecting you?” she asked.

    “In about an hour’s time,” I said.

“Okay then. See you soon,” she replied before dropping the call.

I smiled as I put down my phone. I couldn’t wait to spend some time with her. I enjoyed every moment I spent with her because it was always so profound and insightful. Despite the fact that I was more than ten years older than her, she was so thoughtful and knowledgeable and often left me in awe of her. Aside from that, she had an eye for detail that was as sharp as mine, and I was crazily attracted to her. The smell of her hair, her small blue eyes, and her silky soft skin. I still couldn’t forget the sensation that had shot through me when we’d kissed yesterday. The softness of her lips, the way her hair felt under my fingers as I ran my hand through it. It was simply magical.

I heard a knock on the door and stood to answer it. It was one of the hotel’s staff. He handed over the map to me and I shut the door after him. I looked through it and discovered the town had a small beach that was open to the public but was usually quiet. I decided to have a picnic with Rebecca there. It was something we had to do before I headed back to Chicago tomorrow.

I dressed up and stopped by the grocery store on my way to Becca’s place. I bought a picnic basket, a picnic mat, and some edible food items such as cake, canned tuna fish, bread, and so on for the picnic. I put all the items in the backseat and headed over to Becca’s place. I got to the front of her apartment and knocked on it. She came to the door and opened it. She was dressed in a yellow gown which stopped above her knees and her red hair flowed to her back. She looked so beautiful.

    “Hey. You are right on time. Come in before my nosy neighbors start peeping to know who is standing at my door,” she said with a smile.

“I’d better come right in then. Becca, you look amazing,” I said as I entered the house and sat on the edge of the couch.

“You look very good too. Please give me a few minutes to pick up my purse from the bedroom and then we’ll be on our way,” she said as she turned towards the direction of the bedroom.

We left her house about five minutes later and turned the way that led to the beach. At least, from the map I had studied, that was the way. I had hidden the map in the glove compartment so that Becca wouldn’t see it. I had made sure I knew all the routes that led to the beach by heart before coming over. But now I had driven for about thirty-five minutes and still hadn’t located the beach. I was starting to fret at the thought of missing my way and ruining the surprise I had planned for Becca.

“Christopher? Where exactly are we headed?” asked Becca.

“Becca, dearie, we are having a picnic at a surprise location. Just be calm,” I replied, trying to calm myself more than I was trying to calm her.

    “It’s just that we’ve been driving now for over thirty-five minutes and it’s seeming to me like we are moving in a circle. The fact that we are going on a picnic is enough surprise for me. Remember, I was short of words when I saw the basket in the backseat. Please, just tell me where we are off to,” she said with a pout.

    “Well, I planned for the picnic to be at the beach and I’m sorry, I messed it up. I assumed I had the routes memorized from the map already,” I said with a deep blush.

    “Please don’t be embarrassed. You meant well,” Becca said with a giggle.

“Your laughter is not making matters any better,” I said with a playful frown, which only made her laugh harder.

    “Well, well, breaking news ... We are on a totally different route from the beach. The beach is just ten minutes’ drive from the house. We are way off course, mister,” Becca said with a smile.

“Wow! I’m so off track! Which way should we go?” I asked as Becca asked me to turn to the left.

She directed us and in about fifteen minutes, we arrived at the beach. I laid out the mat and arranged all the food on the trays I had brought. There were very few persons at the beach and we picked a quiet corner where we could be by ourselves. The fresh air was beautiful and the wind was just perfect. It was as though we were in a paradise of our own.

“This is quite the feast. You bought almost every sample of food at the grocery store!” exclaimed Becca.

“Well, I wanted everything to be perfect. And also, not everything I bought was from the grocery store. I also stopped at a restaurant to get some things as well,” I said with a grin.

“You are just the definition of naughty,” Becca replied with a laugh.

“At least, I’m hoping that will earn me some credit,” I said as I playfully scrunched up my face.

“Aye, Captain. Credit it is then,” Becca said with a mock salute as she picked up one of the pieces of fried chicken in the chicken bowl.

“You are even naughtier than I am,” I said with a shake of my head.

“Okay then, drum roll … the award of the naughtiest person in this space today goes to …” Becca said before I cut in.

    “Becca!” I shouted.

“Not fair!” she said as she pouted her lips.

I smiled as I reached for her face, cupped it in my palm, and kissed her deeply. I just couldn’t resist kissing those lips. They were so soft and velvety, just like they’d felt yesterday. I put my arm around her neck and rubbed my nose against hers. She smiled and I burst out laughing. I couldn’t believe that in just a few days of meeting Rebecca, I was already behaving like a lovestruck teen. I was practically falling head over heels in love with this woman.

We spent about two hours at the beach before heading back to the hotel and I could say those two hours I spent with Becca were some of the best two hours of my life. I could not get enough of her. It was obvious we couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other as we kissed and touched for a long time at the beach and even inside the car before coming up to the room. We left all the picnic items in the car and came up to the room.

    “‘This room really looks nice,” Becca said as she looked around my hotel room.     “Yeah, it is, but you look nicer,” I said with a soft voice as I moved towards her and put my arms around her.

    “I’m really going to miss you when you go back to the city tomorrow. These past three days have been the best three days I’ve ever had,” Becca replied as she continued to stare straight at me.

I leaned in and kissed her deeply on the lips. She tasted of cherry and jasmine. We continued kissing as I made to unbutton her top. I ran my hands through her hair and was excited when she gave a gasp.

    “Chris?” Becca said hoarsely.

    “Yes?” I responded as I continued undressing her.

“This will ac ... actually be my fi ... first time,” stammered Becca. I froze midway when I heard that.

    “I don’t know what to say ... are you sure you want to do this?” I asked as I stared at her.

“I am very sure I want to do this. I haven’t been surer of anything in my life.” she replied as she pulled me closer, kissed me on the lips, and started unzipping my jean.

“Stop. Look at me.” I raised her face upwards. I needed to be sure she wanted to do this; I understood what it meant for someone to keep their virginity; losing it without thinking twice could hurt later.

“Chris? Is there a problem?” Her eyes were dazed with passion, the blue in them seeming brighter and more beautiful.

“Honey, tell me you want me to take your pants off and make love to you.” I licked my lips as I stared into her eyes.

She avoided my eyes and fiddled with her hands, then inhaled sharply. “I really want to do this, Chris. I want your hands all over my body. I want to be yours right now.”

With no words spoken and no hesitation, I threw caution into the winds of desire and adored her slender neck with tender kisses while my hands reached out to the hook of her bra.

I could feel her body. It was glowing; it was warm. I couldn’t wait to plunge into her but I needed to take it slow, to make her first time wonderful.

I moved my mouth from her neck to her lips; the bra I had unhooked released a pair of firm breasts.

“Yummy. Creamy,” I murmured, and then cupped her mounds into my hands.

A throaty moan escaped her lips as I began to rub them, I focused on the pointed peaks. I glided my fingers upward and downward; I could feel the erectness of them as they became stiffer and pointed.

“You’re killing me,” she groaned.

“I have not yet started.” I continued my sweet torment.

I pressed a soft kiss on her lips finally, then took my mouth off hers; I stuck out my tongue and trailed an invisible line from her neck to her chest, then I swallowed a swollen tit.

Her moans increased as I sucked on the nipple. She writhed against me like a stripper; I knew what she felt. She was intoxicated by this newfound pleasure.

Her hands caressed my back as I sucked her nipples; I loved the feel of her gentle palms on my back. They couldn’t bruise. Their softness spurred me on, motivated me, and increased my hardness.

“I want you to enjoy every bit of this.” I lifted my head and pressed her down on the bed.

I drifted my tongue from the middle of her breasts, to the meeting point of her body, her belly button. Slowly, I parted her legs and inhaled the drugging scent of her mound.

“What are you doing?” I could feel the anxiety in her voice.

“Loving you, of course,” I replied and pushed her gently on the bed. I could feel it in her; she was shy of what I was about doing, but I didn’t care. I just wanted this to be perfect.

I paused and decided to play with her first; the lips of her moistness were already parted, ready and waiting for me. I dipped a finger into it and stroked her button.

“Chris, ah … baby,” she moaned and begun to arch her abdomen upwards.

I smiled and continued stroking her hard, I wanted her to come. Then I would pleasure her once more before making love to her.

 

I rubbed the firmness to and fro; then I switched to a circular motion. She grabbed my hands and pressed closer to her body.

I decided to play a fast one on her because being predictable in lovemaking was boring. I stopped touching her, then I stared at her for some minutes; I could read the disappointment, the dissatisfaction.

Once I was done admiring her, I kissed her forehead gently and returned to working her body with my fingers. I parted her legs wider and lowered my face between them. She gasped. I could feel her tension.

She smelled nice and clean; I parted her lips and gently licked the tiny knob that was covered between. I licked it slowly and tickled it with my tongue.

“Chris … Chris,” she began to scream my name. I could feel it too; I knew she had reached the peak of the mountain. Her body shook as she gave one loud moan and exhaled in a rush.

“Did you like that?” I looked at her.

“Yes, it felt so good, so wonderful; I’ve never experienced something like that before.” She swallowed and blinked.

“Don’t be shy, honey; I am here to pleasure you. Your wish is my command.” I caressed her beautiful face.

“You are wonderful, Chris.” She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me deeply.

“Wow, somebody is getting over her shyness,” I teased.

She broke away from me and laughed. I liked the sound of her voice; it was music to my ears, enthralling and soothing.

“I want to make love to you Becca,” I said to her and pulled off the remaining length of my pants; she had not completed the act of removal.

“Me too,” she pouted.

I stood totally naked and erect before her. I saw the admiration in her eyes and the amazement as her eyes dropped to the length of my shaft.

“You have a beautiful body, Chris.” She stood up and touched my chest.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” I directed her hands to my shaft and folded her slender fingers against it.

“You are so big.” She pressed my hardness.

“Big for you.” I winked and guided her to the bed.

I parted her legs once again, then my fingers slid into her wetness. I needed to prepare her for this part; she would experience a brief flash of pain which would quickly fade off.

Gently, I guided my hands into her. I rubbed my shaft against her tiny knob and she began to moan.

Seeing that she had relaxed her muscles, I plunged sharply into her. As expected, she fought back with a scream. She tried to push me off, but I held her back.

“It’s painful,” she cried as I broke my way into her.

“You’ll be fine.” I continued rocking her. She was so tight in there that making love to her sent sweet shivers down my spine.

 

I soared through an atmosphere of pleasure. I climbed the hills of Becca’s sweetness till I could go no more. Pleasure shot through me in one quick arrow and I began to jerk.

I heard her moaning now; her pain had been easily replaced by a maddening pleasure. Together we reached the height of desire, cried each other’s names, and fell back beside each other.

“That was so beautiful. You are so beautiful.” I moved closer to her and kissed her.

“Thank you, Chris.” Her breathing was still fast.

“For what?” I asked.

“For making love to me,” she replied, and buried her red mane in my chest.

I wished she knew how good I felt right then. I should have been the one thanking her and not the other way round. She had made my life complete in just the past couple of days we had spent together. The way she made me feel was something I had not felt in a long while, and I didn’t want it to ever end. If only she knew how much I should have been thanking her instead of her thanking me.

    I kissed her on the forehead and continued to run my hand through her hair until both of us finally drifted off to sleep.