Chapter 5
I told Abby and Lucy about my good fortune. They helped me pack and wished me good luck. Lane was on time. He had a private car waiting to take us to the airport. The flight was delayed two hours, so we spent the time in the bar, talking and getting to know each other better.
The flight was ready for the passengers to board. We walked down the hallway that never seemed to end. Of course we had seats in the front of the plane, nothing but first class for me from now on. We were told about the life rafts and jackets. I asked the stewardess what happens if we have trouble over the land. She said to cross my fingers that we don't, no parachute. That really put my mind at ease.
I got all mixed up with the time change after awhile. All I knew was that we left New York at eleven in the morning and we arrived in London at eleven at night. From nine-two degrees in New York to fifty-four in London. Some summer they have there.
I only had summer clothes with me and I was freezing. Lane had made reservations in a beautiful hotel with separate rooms just as he had said he would, which really surprised me. I should complain. We had something to eat in the hotel dining room then went to our separate rooms and went to sleep.
When I woke up, I took a shower and put on the warmest clothes I had with me. Lane met me for breakfast, and he had a big box under his arm. When I opened it, it was a wool suit and a sweater for me. He knew that I didn't pack warm clothes. I gave him a kiss and he stiffened up as though I had hit him. I didn't understand his reaction, but I guess we would just have to get used to each other.
After breakfast we walked around the city awhile and he pointed out all the sights to me. When we got back to the hotel, I was loaded down with all kinds of presents to send home to my relatives.
He had some business to attend to, so I wrote my parents and told them that I had a job as a designers assistant which took me all over the world. I made it sound as convincing as I could and crossed my fingers as I mailed the letter, or should I say posted it as they do in jolly old England.
I took a walk by myself and found a street selling nothing but pornographic literature. It struck me funny because the name of the street was "Saint Anns Alley." I was in an area called "SOHO," where the hippies and beatniks hang out. Strip joints all over the place and doormen trying to convince the visiting men that they should stop in and look at the wares. I walked by "Piccadilly Circus" and it reminded me of Times Square and I felt a little lost and homesick. I found a penny arcade and killed about an hour there. Their pennies are the size of our fifty cent pieces and they have machines that I have never seen before. On the way back to the hotel I stopped in a pub to have a drink. I know that I am not bad looking but the men in England are polite to a point where they make a girl feel like a boy. Their personalities matched their lousy cold weather.
When I got back to the hotel, I noticed an adorable bellboy flirting with me. I talked to him for a while and he told me he came from India. He had a fantastic smile.
Just then I spotted Lane walking through the lobby. I told him about my walk and the cold men of England. He said that I was probably right, but that next week we would be in Italy and the men were quite different there. We sat in the bar and he told me he had an office in London he had to check on every once in a while. As a matter of fact, he said he had offices in quite a few of the big cities. He had so many different kinds of businesses I couldn't keep track of them all. This guy was really loaded.
We had dinner a little later and went to see a play. We went to the famous "Palladium." I always heard so much about the place, but I was very disappointed when I discovered that it was so small. The play was great though, I really enjoyed it.
Again we went to our separate rooms. I couldn't understand it, but I decided to play his game the way he wanted it played.
A few days later we wound up in Italy. I saw the Vatican, ate spaghetti and did all the other-things one does in Italy. Even got pinched by a few Italians, which I promptly whacked. They look at you as if your insulting them. Lane said that we had better leave Italy before I got pinched by a policeman and landed in jail. I agreed with him and off we went.
We had to go back to London for two days. I was horny by that time. Lane said he wouldn't be able to see me that evening because he had an all-night meeting. He gave me some money and told me to enjoy myself. I sure did, I looked up that adorable bellboy and asked him where he would be that night. I said that I would meet him. It was some cowboy joint in the not too nice area of town. The men weren't too proper there. Two guys cornered me at the bar until my date decided to wander in. His name I found out was Steve. He was a little shy, but not too much. I told him that I had a few dollars to spend, and where could we go. He took me to some club, where we danced and got completely drunk out of our minds. That was a good trick because the place closed at eleven. I stopped in the ladies room to freshen up a bit before we left.
The girls in England are really a gas, much friendlier than the men. In the ladies room the girls and I got on the subject of sex, and they said that the English guys were a little too proper for them too, so they go out with guys from different countries. I told them that's what I was doing. One girl said she had made a promise to herself that she was going to fuck and suck every one that she could, as long as they weren't Englishmen. And surprisingly enough the other girls agreed with her. Elise also said she had tried to make Steve for quite some time, but she couldn't get to first base with him. And she wanted to know my secret. I said I didn't know, but maybe I was more forward than she. "Could be," she said. Well, I thought maybe I have something here. I had better get outside and protect my interest.
As soon as I joined Steve I asked him if we could go to his place, which he readily agreed to. I didn't care what he was after, I knew what I wanted. We arrived at his one room flat, and I was undressed before he had a chance to lock the door. I wonder, I thought to myself, if I was a nymphomaniac. But I didn't care, all I wanted was Sex, Sex and more Sex. I'm no nympho, I get satisfied. I guess I just like the feeling.
Oh, Steve, I'm coming already. There was nothing fancy about this guy. He was even a little rough, which I never liked, but this kind of caveman sex is good every once in a while.
After he came he lit us each a cigarette and before I was through with mine, he told me to eat him, and he pulled my head down by the hair to show me where it was at. I never did have a bad sense of direction when it came to finding a prick. I gave him a suck job that he will never forget. I tried my best to make him come, but I couldn't. He told me that he only comes like a man, and with that he threw me on the bed and fucked me again. He was getting better every-time. And after seven times, I should know.
When he fell asleep, I put on my clothes, left him some money and sneaked away, like a thief in the night. When I got back to the hotel it was still dark, so I had time to get a few hours sleep before Lane called me for breakfast. I told him where I went and that I had a good time, too bad that he wasn't with me. Well, you have to lie sometime in your life I guess.
Lane came up to my room and helped me to pack. All of a sudden he grabbed me and kissed me. I thought, oh no, not now, not after last night. That was the first time he had kissed me and I had to admit, he did kiss great and his body next to mine fit perfectly. He stopped just as fast as he started. I asked him what was wrong, didn't he feel any desire for me. He told me that the only time that he would touch me sexually was if we were married and his intentions were honorable towards me. And I thought that I had heard everything.
On the way out of the hotel we passed Steve and he and I exchanged knowing smiles. The plane was on time which was a good thing. I was starved by then and the food in the airport was terrible. When we got back to New York Lane made a phone call in the lobby and we got on the next plane to Las Vegas. I asked him how come Vegas, and then he asked me to marry him.
I must have been sitting there with my mouth wide open, because he explained to me that the phone call he made confirmed the fact that his divorce was final and he was a free man once more. This was like a movie to me, all these things happening. Even a proposal from this rich adorable man. He asked me again, and I couldn't say yes fast enough.
When we got to Vegas, we checked into a hotel where he introduced me to some of his friends. We planned the wedding for the next day. It was all so new to me, I thought that any minute I would wake up. He gave me money to buy a wedding dress, and sent one of his friends with me to make sure that everything went right. His friends name was Alan. Little did I know what friends Alan and I were to become.
I discovered that Lane had a private plane, which he used that day to send for my mother and father, and anyone they wanted to bring. It seated twenty.
My relatives were as thrilled as I was. When they arrived they asked me all kinds of questions. I should have known what kind of a life was ahead for me, just by the way I had my proposal. He seemed to be a man of action. He made me feel as though I was his left hand, and he was left handed, you know people that are left handed only use their left hand when their right hand is tired. Well, that's the way Lane made me feel, but there was all that money. I guess I would just have to get used to being told what to do. Then of course he didn't know how stubborn I could be.
The wedding went off beautifully and the reception was like a Hollywood movie set. It was held in the newest hotel. We were treated like a king and queen. I never saw so many flowers in my life. My wedding gown must have had three thousand beads on it, all hand sewn. It was pure white. What a lie that was. An old virgin like me.
The reception lasted for hours and hours, he must have bought the hotel. Just when it was time for us to go, Lane received a phone call, he had to go back to New York right away. We didn't tell anyone, just got in his plane and off we went.
I was a little aggravated over the whole thing, so I tried to drown my thoughts with a few bottles of champagne. I drowned them alright, the next thing I remember was the afternoon after. I don't remember how I got where I was, but it was a hotel somewhere. I reached for a cigarette on the table next to my bed, but didn't find any, so I had to get up and search for my purse. I found it and when I opened it I found some headache tablets that Lane put there for me and four hundred dollars, and a note from Lane telling me to go shopping as we had a dinner date that evening with some friends of his. He said that he didn't want to wake me, some wedding night I had, I didn't remember a thing.
I lit my cigarette and found my way to the bathroom. How nice a bathroom with ice water, just what I needed. My throat was dry and I had a fire burning in my stomach, a few gallons should do the trick. I ran bath water and put on the TV. — nothing but soap operas, so I shut it off and decided to relax in the tub for an hour or so, that would help my hangover. I couldn't wear my wedding dress to go shopping in, so I just threw my coat on and went out.
I blew the whole four hundred on things that I didn't need. When I got back to the hotel, Lane was waiting for me, he looked a little angry, but didn't say anything to me except that I was late.
The restaurant was only two blocks away, so we walked. His friends were dreary, they talked about business constantly. Finally after wishing us well on our wedding they left. Lane and I left a few minutes later and went to a small bar. I told him how sorry I was about our wedding night, but I would make up for it tonight. He told me that I would have to get used to him running around like that. If he wanted to make money, that was the only way to do it.
Then he told me that he had some bad news to tell me. Now what, I thought to myself. He said that he had to go away for a few days and that he couldn't take me, but that his friend Alan had instructions as to where I was supposed to go and what I was supposed to do.
"What is he, my jailer, don't you think I can understand if you tell me yourself?" I blasted out at him.
Lane explained to me that Alan was with him a long time and knew where everything was as I was going to his home in San Francisco. He said that he wouldn't see me for a week or so and he wanted me to decorate the house any way I wanted to.
I said to him, "Great, but why did I have to get married, when I don't have a husband, but his friend to show me to the home where I am to spend my life with my husband."
Lane put his hand in his pocket and handed me a box.
"Maybe this, he said, "will make up for me being away."
It was a beautiful shocking pink velvet box, and inside was a fantastic diamond pendent. I never knew a diamond from a piece of glass until I saw this one. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Lane helped me to put it on and then kissed me on the neck and said "Happy wedding day, darling."
How can I get mad at a guy like this? Here I am with everything a girl could wish for.
Before Lane left the hotel, he took me in his arms and kissed me. What a kiss, that was. I just started to look forward to better things, when Lane said he had to leave, but when he joined me in Frisco we would start living, like a married couple. With that I got one more kiss on my cheek and off he went.
Early the next morning, Alan called me and told me to be ready in an hour. I packed my things and called the bellboy to tell him he could pick up my luggage. He wasn't as nice as Steve in England, but then I was a married woman. I didn't feel much like one though.
Alan met me in the lobby and we had a bite to eat in the cafe and then we took a cab to the plane. There I was, in a plane again, I was starting to feel like a bird. I heard of being in the clouds when you got married, but I'm sure they didn't mean this way.
It was raining in San Francisco when we arrived, the traffic was bad, so it took us an hour to arrive at the house. Alan wasn't the most talkative man I ever met. He went about his duties as a robot would. Just answered, yes mam, no mam, to everything that I asked him, so I decided not to make friends with him.
The house was tremendous. I knew that I had plenty of work to do on it. The first day I spent getting to know where all the rooms were. I already had a maid there, so all my things were unpacked and pressed. I made a list of the things I wanted to get tomorrow, and that took me half of the night. Then I looked at television for awhile and went to sleep in my empty bed.
I woke up and rolled over feeling the other side of the bed, thinking that maybe Lane came home during the night to surprise me. But no luck, so I stretched and slowly crawled out of bed.
I ran a bubble bath for myself and found a dull book to read while I soaked. When I finally went downstairs for breakfast, I found Alan waiting for me.
I felt as if I was in prison. But with all this money I figured that I might as well make the best of it.
Alan drove me around to all of the stores that I had to go to order the things I needed for the house. He told me I had checking accounts in all the stores, so I went a little crazy. I got myself a wardrobe out of this world.
The week went by quickly, and everywhere I went, Alan went too. Imagine my own Alcatraz in luxury. Lane was due to come home that night. I had a special dinner for him, candlelight and all, the whole bit. I wore a black negligee, that left nothing to the imagination, absolutely nothing at all. All the things, the right things showed. This was going to be our night. Mine and Lane's.
I kept thinking about that last kiss we shared. I had to finish that good start.
The bell rang finally. I had given the maid the night off and I told Alan to get lost. I ran to the door and there was Lane, looking as good as ever. I couldn't kiss him enough. He was surprised to see that we were finally alone.
After dinner we went upstairs and Lane went to take a shower. I slowly got into bed and waited in anticipation. Glorious anticipation.
Lane finally finished his shower, it was only five minutes, but to me it seemed like hours. He came out wearing only his pajama bottoms. This was the first time that I had seen him so naked. He looked sexy as all get out. Just the right amount of hair on his chest. What a lucky girl I was, to have a man that had everything I always wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed and started to kiss me.
Finally our wedding night. He's mine all mine. My own husband. As he kissed me, he slid into bed. He was holding me in his arms, his warm strong arms. He was kissing my neck and then my ears. I felt his warm breath in my ear and his moist tongue flickering in and out. Then he put my fingertips in his mouth and started to suck on them, one at a time. I could feel my vulva palpitating, reaching out for him. He ran his tongue up my arms and kissed my armpits. Then he softly caressed the sides of my breast and kissed them so tenderly until he got to the nipples. He kept sucking on them until I couldn't stand it.
He kissed and kissed under my breasts starting to work his way down my body. I reached for his penis, but he stopped me and changed position to kiss my belly and my sides. He turned me over on my side and began to lick my back and my ass, at the same time holding on to my breasts, and squeezing them. He then began to lick my feet. Sucking on each toe as he had with my fingers. It sent chills up and down my spine. I was starting to get lost in pure sex.
He began to lick my legs, slowly separating them as he stuck his tongue in my ass. Then he lifted up my body and put his tongue in my pussy. He kept licking my cunt to my asshole, and with every lick, sticking his tongue in both holes. Then he began to chew lightly on my clitoris, putting his fingers in my holes. In and out faster and faster. I couldn't take it anymore. Every time he stopped when I was about to come.
I tried to pull him on top of me, but he stayed the way he was. He got me to the point where I had to have him in me. Finally he climbed on top of me, never taking his fingers out until the last moment. I lifted up my legs and wrapped them around his back, waiting for his prick to enter and bring me to heaven. He rubbed it on my cunt, then I pushed my body forward until he put it in me.
He started to pump, first slowly and then faster. I couldn't feel him in me. I reached under him and grabbed his balls, so full and firm.
Then I grabbed his prick, I was shocked. It was only about one inch long and thin. Oh no, I thought everything perfect, but this, one of the most important things in marriage. I didn't say anything, just let him keep pumping away, until he came. He held me in his arms and kissed me and then fell asleep a few minutes later.
I unwound his arms from me and got out of bed. I went downstairs and made myself a good stiff drink. That wasn't the kind of stiff I wanted, but it looked as if that was the only stiff I was going to get.
The next few weeks it went on that way, no satisfaction at all. I finally talked to Lane about it and we decided to do something about it.
A few nights later Lane brought home a projector and some films. They were pornographic, and very good ones too. They got us both extremely excited and we found that I could come if I watched the films while he was eating and finger fucking me. It went on like this for quite some time. There was something missing though.
I called Lucy up every once in awhile and told her what was happening. I invited her up for a weekend as Lane was going to be out of town for a few days. She told me that she couldn't wait to get there and that she would take care of all my problems.
When Lucy finally arrived, she still looked the same. I didn't know if I could go through that scene anymore. But I decided I had nothing to lose. After I showed her all of my new clothes, it was quite late and we decided to retire. She asked me to take off my clothes as she had something to show me. She showed me a new dildo. First she ate me and then when I got slimy and wet she slowly worked the small end of one of the dildos into my ass. She was playing with my pussy at the same time. Then she stuck part of the dildo in her pussy. We looked like two men with gigantic hardons. Then she told me to make sure that the door was locked, which I did.
When I got back to the bed she had put some crème on her asshole and told me to put the dildo into it, which I did. Then she said to start fucking her. As I did, the end of my dildo was moving in my asshole. As I started to enjoy the feeling, she tried to stick her dildo which was in her pussy in my cunt. It was too big, so she spit on it and rubbed my pussy and then she put crème on the gigantic dildo that she was trying to stick into my pussy. She tried again and this time she got the head of it in. As she tried to push it in, she let out a sigh and I knew that she was coming.
It got me so excited that I gave a push that put the whole dildo in my cunt. Lucy told me to wait a minute she couldn't take it much more, but I couldn't stop fucking that big thing, it had been such a long time. Every time I pushed, Lucy tried to pull away, which got me more excited and made me push harder and harder, faster and faster. Lucy finally got with it again and started to fuck me too.
What a sensation it was. I don't know who invented this thing but I was sure looking forward to his next one. We went on like this for hours until we were both weak and satisfied. We both came more than five times, so when I couldn't hardly move I knew why.