Chapter 6 – Carl
In my room at the hotel, I was holding my breath and trying to listen for her sounds in the room next to mine. I couldn’t hear a thing. I could imagine her though, her long chestnut hair falling over her bare shoulders, her sweet heart-shaped face and those eyes . . . those wide green eyes. I knew how soft her skin was, how light she was in my arms. My fantasies about Virginia were now out of control and I couldn’t do anything to keep them in check. It was like some secret door had opened in me again and every fantasy I had about her came tumbling out.
I was ready to kick myself.
How had I let this happen once again? And this time, I didn’t have the excuse of alcohol. I had kissed Virginia, in broad daylight, early in the morning, without a drop of alcohol in sight. I had kissed her because she was in my arms and totally irresistible.
Since she’d gone to her room, I hadn’t even had the guts to check on her ankle. I had no idea if she was doing okay, and if she needed anything. I just wanted to stay as far away from her as possible, which was not really wise since I was in charge of her security.
I couldn’t sleep. I was lying straight on my bed, staring up at the dark ceiling, and reliving every second of the kiss.
This was a wilder, rougher kiss. Could it be possible that she had wanted it, too? That she had spent the past two years thinking about it? How could it be?
I knew I was a good-looking guy, evidenced by the fact that a lot of women at a lot of bars threw themselves openly at me. The fact that I didn’t really have time for them had to do with my own personal past. But no matter how handsome some older women thought I was, I was a forty-five-year-old man. There was no way that a twenty-year-old found me attractive – not as attractive as I found her!
I tossed in bed and realized that I had a raging hard-on. I couldn’t get the memory of her lips out of my head. She was so sweet and tender, with perfectly delicious plump lips, just ripe enough for the taking. She was gentle and delicate in my arms when I’d held her, so light and effortless to carry.
How effortlessly would I be able to flip her over and thrust my cock into her pussy from behind?
I growled and sat up in bed, angry with myself for every passing thought in my head. It was wrong. It was taboo. Apart from the fact that I was much older than her, she was my best friend’s daughter. Mike had trusted me. I was the only person he could trust with his daughter’s safety. What was he going to say if he found out that I was having wild thoughts about fucking his precious little princess?
But those breasts. Fuck! I jumped out of bed and started pacing the room. Her breasts were the perfect size for the palms of my hands. When I had her in my arms, I had been so close to squeezing them. I could have just ripped her sweater and had her bare breasts in my arms. I could have pinched her nipples and had them in my mouth.
My cock was throbbing hard and tenting my boxers. I couldn’t stop myself from stroking it. Just a little relief, just enough to make me stop thinking about her like this.
She was in my arms, her mouth was in mine and I had taken possession of her lips. I could still taste her, but I wanted to taste something else. I was imagining what her sweet, tight pussy might taste like. What my tongue could do inside her, what she would look like when she came.
My hands were inside my boxers, stroking my erect throbbing cock. I was standing in the middle of the room, with Virginia sleeping in the room beside mine. My cock was in my hands and I was stroking hard.
I could picture her naked, her slender waist, her shapely legs. How soft were the insides of her thighs? Was she wearing lace underwear? Would I even fit inside her? She seemed tiny in my arms; how small was her pussy?
I stroked harder and harder, until I was sweating in the cold and grunting because I was so close to coming.
But I stopped. With my breath ragged and my nostrils flared, I plunged myself back on to the bed again. I didn’t want to jerk off to her. Correction: I wanted to jerk off to her, but I couldn’t.
I just couldn’t get that thought out of my head—that she was Mike’s daughter. That my friend would kill me if he knew that I’d even touched her. It felt wrong to come to her, to fantasize about thrusting my cock into her.
My cock was still throbbing, and my head was still filled with visions of Virginia’s naked body. I had been so good at controlling myself all these months. For two years I had managed to keep every fantasy at bay; I was able to distract myself. Now, with her in the room beside mine, after I had tasted her lips again—I knew it was going to be impossible to do that.
My only hope now was that Mike figured shit out soon enough, so I could just take her back. After that, I would have to leave the country or something, just to get away from her.
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I had no choice but to see her at breakfast. I came down from my room to find her walking around the buffet tables and filling up her plate. Our eyes had met across the room, but she quickly looked away. The kiss wasn’t forgotten and neither was my behavior after that.
I knew I had been rude to her. She was kissing me back but I had broken away from her and said very little to her since then. But I had to do something. I had to stop it before it escalated even more. The only thing that I could do in that situation was create as much distance between us as possible. Now I didn’t know if she was pissed off because the kiss had happened, or because of how distant I had been towards her since then. Either way, I could sense that the mood was tense between us, and I didn’t blame her.
Virginia didn’t seem to have trouble walking, and I watched her as she picked up her choices from the breakfast buffet.
I remained sitting at the table with slim pickings. I wasn’t exactly hungry, and I was feeling guilty about having almost jerked off to fantasies of her the previous night.
She joined me at the table, and I noticed that she wasn’t meeting my eyes either. The kiss had ruined everything!
We were both sitting in silence at the table, both toying with the food on our plates.
“How is the ankle?” I dared to ask her. Our eyes met, and she looked like she couldn’t believe that I had said something. She forced a weak smile on her face and nodded.
“It’s fine, it wasn’t really sprained, just sore for a few hours,” she replied and I gulped and nodded. Just one look into her eyes and I knew I was a goner. She was gorgeous and I couldn’t resist her. I hated myself for wanting to kiss her again.
“Do you have any activity in mind today?” I asked instead, hoping that if we could keep the conversation going, then maybe I wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable. She shrugged her slender shoulders, and I couldn’t stop myself in time. My gaze had already traveled to her breasts. They looked full and big and I looked away with a jerk. Thankfully, she had been looking at her plate and hadn’t caught me staring.
“I saw in the brochures that there are some hot springs around here,” she suggested and immediately I felt my body freeze up. I knew what hot springs meant—it meant that I would have to see Virginia in a bikini and that was not something that I wanted to do. Seeing her around me, fully clothed was bad enough. How was I going to handle seeing her nearly naked?
“I’m not sure if I want to go to a hot spring,” I said, averting my eyes.
“Why not? It’ll be fun and I’m cold here all the time. It’ll be a nice change to get warm a little,” she said. Our eyes met again, and there was that smile on her face. That smile I couldn’t resist. I’d been dreaming about it the whole night.
“Are you cold in your room? I can talk to the management and get the heating fixed,” I said and she shook her head and smiled again.
“The hotel is fine, but I thought that maybe we could enjoy what the hot springs have to offer. Would it be such a bad thing?” she said and I felt my throat go dry. She was going to win this one, I wasn’t going to be able to resist giving her what she wanted.
“Do you think you’re up to it?” I asked, still trying to fight it and she laughed lightly.
“I told you my ankle is fine, you don’t need to worry. And I promise you, that I won’t be running around in the hot springs,” she said, still laughing. I liked watching her laugh, it warmed my soul and made me feel strange. I had to look away from her because she was doing something to my body.
I kept imagining sliding away all the plates and food from off the table and lunging at her. I was imagining tearing her sweater and taking her right there, on the table. She looked beautiful sitting there across from me, looking into my eyes with her long dark lashes fluttering on her cheeks.
She wasn’t just a beautiful creature, she was a sweet, funny person and she deserved to be with someone her own age.
“Sure, if you insist. We’ll go to the springs,” I said and drank a mouthful of orange juice, hoping it would wash away every thought I was having about her. Just as long as she didn’t mention the kiss, we were going to be okay.
“But first we’ll have to go buy some swimwear. I’m guessing you haven’t come prepared either?” she said and my body stiffened again.
“For a visit to the hot springs? No,” I stated and Virginia was laughing again.
“Something tells me that you have nothing in your bag other than a couple of t-shirts,” she said. She’d caught me, but I couldn’t admit it. I shrugged my shoulders and picked up a piece of bacon and popped it in my mouth.
“You’ll never know,” I said, in a mock-sheepish voice and she laughed even louder.
“C’mon, hurry up, we have to go!” she exclaimed, jumping off her chair abruptly.
“What’s the rush?” I said and took another sip of my orange juice.
“We have to take you shopping!” she exclaimed, and I was glad to see that she was back to being herself again. At least one of us had been able to get past the kiss and just move on. It definitely wasn’t me, because I stared at her ass in her jeans as she weaved around the tables and hurried towards the doors out of the hotel.