How It All Began Ch. 07byTheTravellingMan©
Well, I must be inspired, Adelina is a character inspired by someone who passed though my life some years ago. The situation in this story is very different but I like to think if she saw this story she would recognise herself in Adelina's character.
I thought I would pay my own tribute to her in her very own story.
Of course, the names have been changed to protect the completely guilty.
Many thanks for your feedback to date and giving me the renewed impetus to really get this story going now. As a hint, all the main characters motives will soon become apparent and hopefully, you are in for quite a ride.
All the best,
The Travelling Man
As Jack pulled his wheeled hand luggage case over the threshold from the plane onto the jetway, he switched on his Blackberry and placed back in his inside jacket pocket. His first impression of being back in Rome was how much he hated business trips especially on his own. This assignment was meant to be one for an Account Director but through ill health and a delicate situation with this particular customer; he had been sent in his place.
"Darling, you will charm them from the trees," gushed Tanya, "besides, there are few better places in Autumn than Rome."
Fay understood his need to travel, then again, Fay had been invited to stay with Karen and Zoe in Ibiza for a few weeks and hadn't needed much persuasion. It was October and as the weather in Agde was cooling and more inclement, the more laidback vibe of Figueretas and the last of the Balearic sun was too tempting and Fay had already been gone two weeks. Regardless of the rumours that Shelly had offered up a few weeks ago, Karen and Zoe had decamped to Ibiza to run a bar owned by the proprietor of the Marshall and had not ran off with a substantial amount of the bar takings.
As Jack keenly felt Fay's absence after only a few days, Tanya had skilfully extracted his sexual frustration; providing solace to Jack with an intense overnight stay at her villa on Saturday. Now it was Tuesday and his loins bore that nagging frustration that always made him peevish and tense. He resigned himself to releasing his frustration alone in his hotel room, Italian porn would suffice, if only to restore the conscientiousness he needed for the task in hand.
As the wheels on his case buzzed signifying a change of floor surface, it shook him from his preoccupations and Jack wearily surveyed Fiumicino Airport. It hadn't changed since his last visit, the glass in its aluminium frames provided plenty of light to illuminate the slightly tired décor and jaded fabrics as he entered the blue Immigration channel. It felt vaguely reassuring to Jack in his hope that the best part of the airport was still the rapid exit from the building and onward to his hotel.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, it was either a mail or text message. His hopeful anticipation that it was from Fay was realised as he opened a message from her.
"Have you ever seen a tanned pussy? Am missing my fucktoy. Karen says hi and licks. :) x"
Jack allowed a smile to crease his otherwise solemn face.
The sun was shining and it was warm which did little to lift Jack's melancholy. Jack was wearing a suit and his mind turned to Fay probably starkers on a beach this very moment. This trip to Rome was several days of office work and factory tours against a backdrop of an important customer feeling somewhat neglected. Trying to enjoy the watery sunshine of a Roman October, he grumpily pulled his case through Customs and into the Arrivals area.
Lining the crescent shaped stainless steel rails were a throng of people seeking someone out of Arrivals, Jack quickly spotted a well-dressed man holding a card with 'Richardson' written on it.
"Taxi for Jack Richardson?" asked Jack.
And that was limit of Jack's Italian captured in a rapid five second exchange.
This was going to be a lonely few days.
The cab slotted effortlessly into the turn off from the four lanes of traffic navigating around the Colosseum and it looked to be a largely residential area. Hoping the driver wasn't lost, that question was soon answered by a neo-modernist frontage of glass and steel representing the small boutique hotel that Tanya had chosen for Jack.
At reception, as he waited for his key, Jack surveyed the cool, sedate surrounding of the foyer; the sandy toned marble and brown leather contrasted well with the ivory cream drapes. A small bar area, tastefully appointed in the far corner looked well frequented for almost 5pm. It was not isolated to the bar area, the open planned nature of the ground floor reception and foyer allowed its guests to spread out, sitting on the sumptuous sofas, chatting, enjoying a glass of wine. Waiters worked around the entire area making sure guests were kept happy and drinks topped up.
Jack's grey mood lifted a little, this was an acceptable place to stay for several days, it looked good, the staff were friendly and attentive and its location would make it easy to try and see something of Rome in the early evenings.
"Here we are Mr. Richardson, here is your key, the password for the hotel's wi-fi and Alfonso will be along soon take your bag to your room," informed the concierge.
Looking at the clock behind reception, Jack determined that the working day was coming to an end at the office.
"Thank you, I just need to attend to some e-mails, please give this to Alfonso." replied Jack handing a ten Euro note to the concierge.
As Jack walked closer to the small gathering near the bar, he chose a quieter area to check the several e-mails waiting for his attention on his phone.
Ordering a Nastro Azzurro from the bar waiter , Jack pulled out his Blackberry, it was mainly information useful for his meeting tomorrow and a presentation which he would look at with his laptop later. His thirst slaked by the cold beer, Jack considered another one as he fought to master his new phone. Pouring over his last e-mail, a shadow cast over him forced him to pause and look up at the source of the shadow.
"Signore, the lady over there has sent you this drink," informed the bar waiter, "She said you look as if you need something stronger."
As the bar waiter placed a large spirit glass with an inch or so of an amber liquid onto a paper coaster of its own, Jack looked over to the lady sat in the direction gestured by the waiter.
She raised an equally large spirit glass filled with the same liquid in a toast; reciprocating the gesture, Jack tasted the liquor; it was Limoncello. The zest of the liquor rattled through his body and with the subtle nod of his head, Jack conveyed his approval to the lady sat only a few yards away.
"Oh Fuck it." Jack muttered under his breath.
Tucking his Blackberry back in his jacket pocket, Jack leant forward and used the spring in his thighs to stand up. Looking at the lady sat on the sofa, she stared over her large round sunglasses as Jack approached, placed her glass down as she let out the faintest of smiles.
"Signora, my name's Jack, thank you for the drink." proffered Jack.
"All work and no play make Jack a dull boy, no?" replied the lady in a delicate Roman accent.
Jack returned a slightly incredulous look, only to signify that he'd heard that only several times before.
"Please, sit." requested the lady.
As Jack pulled up his trousers a little to sit down, the height of sofas from the ground made them difficult to sit on without gravity making his derriere impact the brown leather harder than he would like. Once sat on the sofa, Jack reclined into a posture of open interest, holding the glass to stop his arms from folding.
"I am Adelina, pleased to meet you," added the lady, "you are here on business, yes?"
Jack wished he could say 'No' but he nodded by means of return as he took another sip of the cool liquor.
"That is very refreshing, "added Jack, "Just what I needed."
Adelina did not reply, instead she paused to take off her sunglasses, looking to her hands, the tell-tale sign of a woman's age, Jack placed her in her late 30s.
A substantial engagement ring and wedding ring adorned her hand as her fingers adjusted her wavy brunette hair that looked expensively kempt. Her attire lacked any frivolity, a dark navy blue suit with a thick ivory coloured trimming on her jacket, her skirt hemline matching her jacket. The skirt was wrapped tightly around her legs clad in so sheer a dark navy nylon; it might as well have been black.
Jack stole a quick look at how her jacket folded as the ivory trim bent to the shape of her body, he stole the briefest of glances at the voluptuous curves constrained by the bottoned jacket.
Rapidly looking upward, he saw Adelina's face denuded of her glasses and a ring of fat pearls adorned her delicate neck, her high cheekbones pulled her skin taut across her delicate features as a pair of piercing emerald eyes looked at him, shining as Adelina smiled.
Jack felt a tinge from his loins and feeling himself attracted to her; he was grateful for her air of cold aloofness to keep this strictly professional.
Looking to her glass, she picked it up to take a sip, the silence between them was almost uncomfortable for Jack and it was clear to him; this was a demure lady not be rushed.
As their conversation, ebbed and flowed, Adelina masterfully guided Jack through many questions effortlessly, his relationship with his 'girlfriend', where he lived, why an Englishman lived in France not in England. For Jack, usually the man listened as they threw up one open question after another yet this role reversal did not bother him. The conversation was engaging and Jack became increasingly intrigued why his own questions to her were not rebuffed as such but answered with such economy before another question was returned to him.
Several drinks now had lubricated their discourse, what had started off as pleasant chit-chat was flowing far more easily and with Jack's doing so much of the talking; it was difficult not to flirt a little with Adelina. Whether or not she reciprocated his attentions was impossible to tell; she was something of a closed book. Jack resigned himself to at least a decade difference in their ages and probably tastes, she drank liquors, he drank beer for a start.
"Ah! Look it is 7pm," stated Adelina, "I must eat."
Jack turned to look at the clock above the reception desk, thinking she clearly bored him, Jack turned back to face her.
"So it is, goodness," returned Jack, "I should unpack, I haven't seen my room yet."
Adelina nodded impassively.
"Well, this has made for a pleasant surprise," returned Jack looking to his reservation card containing his hotel key, "Room 415, ok, I need to find the lift."
"I am going that way, allow me."
As Adelina stood, Jack was struck by her slender figure and height, only slightly shorter than himself. They both cut a very corporate figure as they walked to the adjacent corner of the foyer area to call a lift. The lift was modest in its dimensions and it encroached on their personal space to stand in the lift together. The lilt of Adelina perfume was faintly detectable as they looked at each other and smiled.
"Ok, 415, this is me." said Jack as they rounded the corner of the corridor.
"Thank you Jack for your company, us businesspeople should stick together to make these trips more bearable." added Adelina to sounds of Jack rattling the plastic key in his door.
His hotel door lock clicked, that sound signalled the end of their conversation as Jack turned to face Adelina holding the door to his room ajar.
"You're welcome, enjoy the rest of your stay." replied Jack graciously.
"Goodbye Jack." added Adelina.
"See you now." responded Jack breezily.
And with that Adelina turned and walked down the corridor.
Jack closed the door and could not wait to get out of his work clothes that he had travelled in. His case was stowed on its shelf and as he unzipped it, he quickly hung his shirts in the wardrobe. Discarding his unbuttoned shirt into a laundry bag , he placed his suit on some more hangers and grabbed a robe to cover his underwear clad body. Absently, he picked up the room service menu and opted to shower, eat in his room and get an early night.
"I hate business trips." he muttered under his breath.
Running the shower, Jack perfunctorily washed himself of the urban dust and dirt of his travels. The frothy water soothed his body as the effect of the drinks on an empty stomach has left him light-headed and hungry for food.
A knock on the door rapped though his room and echoed off the bathroom tiling, Jack tutted as he threw his damp towel onto the toilet cistern and wrapped himself back in his robe again.
"Uno momento." Jack called loudly in a raised tone uncertain if that was Spanish or Italian.
Fiddling with the unfamiliar lock and pulling a little too hard on the door, it openly quickly making Jack look to his naked feet to prevent running over them with the door.
Looking up, the shoes and legs of the person of the door looked very familiar, then the ivory lined hem of her skirt.
"Un momento per favore." came the reply from the door.
"Adelina." exclaimed Jack with surprise.
There was no reply to that, only the palm of her hands pushing on Jack's chest and as Jack instinctively stepped back, Adelina took several steps into the room to facilitate the door closing using its sleeping doorman.
With a heavy clunk of the door closing, Jack looked at Adelina at arm's length, emotionless, her hand was no longer pushing at his chest but pulling at the cord fastening his robe. The robe fell open easily enough and with that Jack gasped as Adelina's bejewelled hand found his semi-flaccid cock.
Incredulous, his heart began to pound, Jack was caught unawares as his cock involuntarily responded. Adelina looked smoulderingly at Jack and there was no awkward pause this time as no words were needed. Jack pulled her close to him and pressed his lips against hers, finding her reciprocating readily, her tongue slid into his mouth raising the ire of his libido as his cock stiffened.
A feeble moan left her body as Jack delicately and tenderly trapped her tongue with his lips. Pulling herself from Jack's embrace, she looked upon Jack smiling provocatively.
"My husband neglects me," whispered Adelina toying with Jack's cock.
"Shhh." replied Jack.
Adelina's hand squeezed Jack's stiffening cock and as she took a step back, she looked down to Jack's burgeoning meat. Looking back into his eyes, Jack followed them as she knelt, still staring into her eyes as her painted mouth took his stiffening cock.
"Shit!!" gasped Jack as he felt Adelina's tongue circling the head of his cock.
Adelina engulfed as much of Jack's cock as her mouth would allow, she enjoyed how quickly he stiffened and how quickly he swelled, sliding her mouth from his cock; she felt the weight of his meat in her slight hand.
Looking up to Jack, opting to slowly stroke his now stiff cock, she looked into his eyes as they betrayed his sense of bewilderment.
"Mmm, Jack, this must be for me then?" whispered Adelina seductively.
Jack, still taken aback, nodded meakily.
"Smooth too, you do this for your girlfriend?" asked Adelina with an air of curiosity.
Jack nodded again.
Adelina looked into his eyes again as she fed his hard cock back into her mouth, her hand cupping and gently massaging his balls. Jack let out another breathless gasp, he thought that for a neglected wife she had certainly mastered how to suck a man's cock. His cock was fully erect and as his balls tightened, Adelina eased her mouth from his cock again. As she thought her work was done in arousing him and she did not want to jeopardise the return on her investment so far.
Standing in front of Jack, she placed her hands on Jack's shoulders and brushed the robe off his shoulders letting it fall in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"You like women to take the initiative, I can tell." stated Adelina coolly.
"Sometimes." responded Jack.
Adelina did not reply, instead, she pushed on Jack's chest moving him backwards towards the freshly made bed. Feeling the backs of his legs hit the side of the bed, Jack sat down as Adelina let out another weak smile.
"Now, let's see what you think of me." whispered Adelina haughtily.
The two large buttons holding her tailored jacket in place were easy enough for her to release as were the six buttons of her blouse underneath making the tailored shape of her clothes limp against her frame. Spilling from her clothes, the glimpses of her black brassiere revealed itself to Jack as Adelina shimmied her hips and stepped out of her skirt.
Throwing her clothes on a nearby armchair, Jack's cock strained at the sight of Adelina's taut body, her breasts springy as they were released from the confines of her coutured brassiere and appeared to be larger than her clothes revealed.
Reclining on the bed by using his arms to lean back, Jack happily showed his approval as his cock stood up hard and erect. Adelina stepped out of her black underwear to reveal her puffy bare labia and a carefully sculpted tuft of dark brown pubic hair, the size of a postage stamp, positioned at the top of her Mons.
Her sheer black stockings were fixed to each leg by four thick straps, the hems of the stockings navigating the back of her tanned thighs all the way down to her elfin calves and down her achilles tendon with total precision into her black high-heels. Still wearing her high heels, they sculpted her legs and presented her body to Jack from a dominant position of height towering over Jack's now prostate body.
Performing a short twirl for his benefit, Adelina enjoyed the lascivious look of lust from Jack. Admiring her figure, from her delicate, exposed collarbone to her pendulous breasts sitting perfectly on her ribcage, Jack admired their perfection as they were almost pressed together in two tightly presented orbs. Remarking on how they presented a small canyon of cleavage between them; each of them crowned with a tight small brown nipple; Jack was puzzled at how Adelina could be so sexually neglected. The merest flare of a tummy bulge added a beautiful scalloped series of curves from her abdomen to her hips that flared out in delectable proportion with her body, the slightest of hourglasses matching the breadth of her shoulders with the breath of her hips.
"You like what you see?" asked Adelina , characteristically economical with her words.
Jack nodded and smiled.
"Come." commanded Adelina.
Where she stood, Jack shuffled down the bed and stood to pull Adelina into his arms, a litany of soft kisses tenderly planted on her soft skin did not weaken her resolve as she signalled her intent to pull him down to his knees. His grip of her body revealed a softness of her flesh that contrasted with the tight hardness of his cock pressed against her stomach. Complying with her assertive need, he paused to kiss her body, Adelina reciprocated, leaning back to push her breasts upwards to meet Jack's mouth as he sucked on her hardening nipples. An uncharacteristic gasp left Adelina's mouth as Jack felt the weight of her arms bearing down on him as they pushed down on his shoulders.
Unknown to Jack, Adelina smiled as he knelt before her, his mouth and tongue tracing down her stomach and closer to her sex. Circumventing her plump labia, one soft nuzzling kiss and then another sucked gently on her inner thigh as he felt her balance shift a little and present her pussy to him. His tongue licked over her labia and he imperceptibly tasted her moist arousal, running his tongue up her slit, her wetness spread as he cleaved her sex with his tongue. Her hands held the back of his head as she signalled her desire for Jack to consume her pussy with his mouth. Finding her clitoral hood, Jack's pursed lips held it softly in his mouth and he used the flat of his tongue to lap on her hardening clit.