Amy's Christmas Guest Ch. 11 Pt. 1

We went to lunch, and Sarah again joined us. As we were eating, I said, "Laura's going to sketch after lunch – why don't you come up and have a cold drink with her, Sarah? She tends to forget the passage of time when she's working, and we all need to remember to drink enough in this heat."

Sarah nodded. "I'd be delighted," she said. "They do the Singapore Sling without the gin in the daytime, it's very refreshing."

After lunch, Amy and Pam got in the rickshaw that would take them to the starting point for the elephant safari, and Laura installed herself on the balcony with her sketching pad. I watched her sketch for a few minutes, then suddenly my eyes were covered by two hands. "Guess who?"

I turned, and Sarah was standing there in a loose-fitting white summer dress.

"Hi, Captain Sarah," said Laura. "He's all yours."

"Why, thank you, Laura," replied Sarah, her twinkling eyes adding the meaning to her words.

"My place or yours?" Sarah asked with a grin as we walked along the balcony leaving Laura to her sketching.

"Let's try yours," I said. She led me down the stairs and along another balcony to the end.

"Home sweet home, at least on this run," she said, opening a door.

I went in. "Wow, this is nice," I said.

"The company pays half and I make up the rest," she explained. "I like to be comfortable on my layovers."

"Talking of comfortable," I said, "isn't it a little warm in here?"

She grinned. "Well, I could turn the AC up a bit. Or... you could take off some of those clothes."

"I don't need to be asked twice," I said with a smile. I undressed, throwing my clothes over a chair, and stood in front of her.

"Still worth a second look?" I asked.

"And a third, and a fourth," she replied, her eyes roving over my body.

"Don't you want to get more comfortable too?" I suggested.

"Of course," she smiled. She slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it crumple at her feet. She wore panties, but her breasts were bare.

"I had to leave something for you to take off," she said, grinning. I moved closer to her and took her in my arms. Again she turned her face up to be kissed, and this time there was no need for either of us to restrain the passion we felt.

After a while I broke the kiss, and said, "Whew, hot stuff."

She grinned, and beckoned with her finger. I followed her to the bed, and she knelt down. I knelt facing her, and we kissed again. Then she broke the kiss, and arched her back, making it obvious what she wanted next. I started to kiss her breasts, then dabbed one nipple with my tongue. It hardened to my touch, and I took it into my mouth. I brought my hand up to cup her other breast, then to touch the nipple with my fingers.

I moved my other hand down and caressed her stomach, then slipped a finger inside the elastic of her panties. I stopped, slightly surprised, and she smiled.

"Hope you like things smooth," she said, a note of amusement in her voice. I slid my finger down further, feeling the divide that led to her most intimate places. She was already very wet, and my finger slipped effortlessly into her opening and inside her. My mouth and fingers continued to pleasure her breasts.

"Mmm," she said, "finish undressing me."

I paused, and she stretched her legs out while I removed her panties, then resumed her kneeling position. I moved my mouth to her other breast, and cupped my hand between her legs, enjoying the smooth skin against my palm.

"I'd like your mouth on me," she said. I lay down on the bed, and she knelt over me, facing my feet, opening herself fully for me to use my tongue on her clitoris and continue touching her breasts and nipples with both hands.

"Tell me if anything doesn't feel comfortable," I said.

"Can't imagine what that might be," she replied.

I moved my head back and gently touched my tongue to the pink star of her rear opening. She moaned, and said, "Mmm, that's good." I continued to use my tongue there, and brought one hand up to touch her clitoris with my fingers. She started to gasp, and suddenly her body shook as her climax overtook her.

When she was still again, she shifted position and lay beside me, her head on my chest.

"I know I needed that," she said, "but believe me, I'm enjoying just the closeness as well."

"That's absolutely fine," I reassured her. She lay for long minutes, smiling contentedly against my skin.

Then she stretched, and said, "Now your turn." She straddled me, facing me this time, and gently rubbed her smoothness over my penis. I was soon fully hard again, and she lifted up, and guided me into her, lowering her hips so that I penetrated her deeply.

I flexed my hips, sliding in and out of her, and an expression of bliss came over her face. She began to move in time with me, and I started to gasp as I felt my climax approaching. Then Sarah stopped moving, resting her weight on me gently so I had to become still.

"It's not exactly Tantra," she said, "but we can make this last a little longer..."

We rested for a few moments, then she eased her weight off, and I started to move again. When she could tell from my face that I was again on the verge of coming, she lowered her hips again, and I smiled.

The next time she eased her weight off me, I said, "Third time lucky?"

She grinned, and when I started to move again, she mirrored my movements and put her hand between her legs to touch her own clitoris as I slid in and out of her.

"No stopping this time," she agreed, her eyes closed, her voice already giving away her own arousal.

I moved more urgently, and watched her face as I felt her muscles ripple around me, her second orgasm more powerful than the first. As she reached the peak of her climax, I came, and as I spurted into her she gave a long "Ohhhhhhh."

She lay down on top of me, resting her weight on my chest, and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you," she said simply.

"My pleasure," I replied with a grin.

We lay still again, just enjoying the feel of one another's skin.

Eventually she lifted her head to look at me. "We promised Laura something cool to drink," she said.

"True," I answered. We got up from the bed, and I watched her dress, then pulled my own clothes on.

"Sarah?" I said, as we closed her door and walked back along the balcony.

"Mm?"

"I hope this was OK – I know you've missed the intimacy, and I don't want to make things harder for you because I can't stay."

She smiled. "We have a saying in my profession. 'When the ship lifts, all bills are paid.' I'd rather have had this, than try and keep my heart safe and my passion under wraps."

She glanced round to make sure no-one was in sight, and put her hand behind my head, kissing me hard on the mouth. Then she released me, and we continued to walk. A few yards later we encountered one of the serving staff, and I asked for cold drinks to be brought to the balcony.

When we reached Laura, she looked up and said, "You OK? You were only gone a minute."

I tapped her watch, which she'd taken off and put beside her on the table.

"Oops," she said. Just then the waiter arrived with the drinks, and she took hers and drank thirstily.

"Good job there's no 'Sling' in that," I said. "You'd be out for the count."

Laura grinned. "So, you had a good afternoon?"

"Definitely," said Sarah. "Now, I'd better get going, I have to do some preparation for my flight tomorrow. But I'll see you all at dinner."

She left, and Laura turned to me smiling. "Hope you didn't think we were too unsubtle," she said, "but we could tell she was lonely, and you were what she needed right now."

I grinned, and leaned down to kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her drink on her lips.

"Wait till I get you two miscreants alone," I said.

I heard the sound of an engine in the distance, and looked across to see Pam and Amy returning by rickshaw. We waved, and they waved back, getting out in front of the lodge.

When they arrived back on the balcony, I kissed Pam and said, "So, did you see much?"

"There were buffaloes, and rhinos, and eagles and kingfishers and hornbills," said Amy in a rush. "And the elephant went in the river with us on it and it felt really odd the way his legs climbed down the bank. And we went through the jungle and the leaves kept slapping us and a really weird moth fell on me."

"Whoa, slow down," I grinned. "Sounds like you had a great time."

Pam managed to get a word in edgeways. "We took the camera," she said, "but you and Laura really have to do the safari before we leave."

"Now," she said, "I don't know about anyone else but I need a shower before dinner."

She went into our room. As soon as the door was closed, Amy slid onto my lap and said, "So tell us – how was Captain Sarah?"

"We had a lovely afternoon," I said firmly, "and that's all you need to know."

She stuck her tongue out at me and grinned. "'A lovely afternoon'. I bet you didn't drink tea, and eat cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off."

"I'll tell you sometime," I promised. "But you'll have a hard enough time keeping your faces straight when you see her at dinner as it is."

Amy grinned. "Anyway, I bet you didn't do anything with her that you haven't done with us."

"Who's to say she didn't teach me something new?" I teased.

"Even better," chipped in Laura. "When did you say we were flying back?"

"Friday," I said. "But what makes you think you'll have to wait till then before we can get some time to ourselves?"

Laura's eyes lit up. "More surprises," she said.

We heard the sound of the door being unlatched, and Amy scrambled off my lap. She was examining Laura's sketch with exaggerated attention when Pam rejoined us.

"So, dinner then," I said. We went down to the dining room and once again Sarah joined us, looking relaxed and joking with the girls. We enjoyed an exotic meal and a couple of cocktails each, discussing our plans for the next day.

"Well, I'm in the air tomorrow," said Sarah, "so have a fabulous day and I'll see you in the evening." She got up and I watched her swaying figure out of the corner of my eye till she disappeared from sight.

I turned my full attention back to the table. "I think we should take that elephant ride, Laura – it sounds amazing."

She nodded. "OK. Amy, Aunty Pam, how about you?"

"The guide offered to take us to look at the animal health centre," replied Pam. "I think they have a tiger that was injured by poachers, and they've been treating it."

"Sounds great," I said. "We should all get some sleep then."

"Didn't you already sleep all afternoon?" queried Pam.

"Well, I lay down for a while, but I didn't sleep much."

Amy seemed to be suppressing a coughing fit, and Laura patted her on the back.

"Fair enough," said Pam. "I'm tired, anyway."

We all made our way to bed, and I turned up the air conditioning in our room. "That'll help," I said. Pam turned over, and we were both soon asleep.

We got up late the next morning, skipping breakfast, and sat with cold drinks on the balcony, looking out over the jungle, until lunchtime. After lunch, Laura and I got in the rickshaw we'd booked to take us to the elephant safari, and the driver revved the tiny engine and accelerated down the track.

We reached the starting point, and the guide showed us to the top of the wooden platform from which we would mount the elephants. After a few minutes, three elephants in a line drew into sight, and the previous party dismounted onto the platform. They took local currency notes from their pockets and tossed them to the ground, where the elephants dextrously picked them up with the tips of their trunks and passed them to the riders.

"Amazing!" said Laura.

"So now we know how it's done, I'll find a few notes to tip them with when we finish," I promised.

The safari was everything Pam and Amy said, and once we thought we might have glimpsed the black and orange of a tiger far away at the edge of the forest. The rhinos wallowed in the water holes, and the long-legged birds that we'd seen in wildlife films stood on their backs and snapped up the insects that irritated the great armoured beasts.

We returned to the mounting platform, and I handed Laura the notes I'd found. She scattered them, and the elephants deftly retrieved them and handed them up.

The rickshaw driver didn't seem to be there, so I suggested to Laura that we walk back to the lodge. She nodded, and slipped her arm round my waist as we retraced our journey along the track.

The track curved towards the lodge, and while we were still out of sight, Laura stopped and turned to me.

"Tomorrow's our last full day," she said. "I know we'll probably have some time on the plane, but..."

"Don't worry," I said. "I promised, remember?"

She smiled, then stood on tiptoe to kiss me. "OK," she said.

When we got back, I showered before dinner. Pam was waiting for me when I came out of the bathroom, and I said, "I have another surprise, and it's only for you."

She grinned and said, "I know your surprises. It's nearly time for dinner, remember."

I rolled my eyes. "Another sort of surprise. I know how much you appreciate your pamper days back at home. I asked around, and they do something similar here, but with Indian techniques – hot springs, massage with heated stones, that sort of thing."

Her eyes lit up. "I'd love it." She moved close to me and kissed me. "This has been a fantastic holiday."

We went down to dinner and started with drinks. As we sat down, Laura pointed out of the window. "Look!"

I craned my head to see where she was pointing. In the distance, a tiny silver dart was approaching. As it came nearer, I recognised the outline of the Learjet. Suddenly my heart was in my mouth as the plane seemed to flip in midair, then right itself. Amy's hand felt for mine and I held it tightly. The plane continued descending into what seemed a normal landing, and disappeared behind the trees where the airstrip was, out of our view.

A few moments later we saw Sarah's distinctive figure walking up the path, and she ran up the stairs into the lodge and joined us.

"Gosh, Sarah," I said, my voice showing my relief, "you gave us a fright."

She put her hand to her mouth. "Ah, oops, sorry! It's strictly against regulations, but I sometimes can't resist checking I still remember some of those manoeuvres."

We relaxed, and sipped our drinks again. The meal was something different again, and we took our time eating.

"Don't think we'll get anything quite like this when we go back," I said.

"Well," said Pam, "I have some Indian cookbooks. I can have a go, buy some fresh spices."

"Yes please, Aunty Pam," said the girls.

"We could have some of our friends round and tell them it's real Indian curry," said Laura. "They're always going on about how hot they ask the takeaway round the corner to make it, I bet they don't even taste the flavour."

Sarah excused herself. "Long flight," she said, "I could use a rest. I'm off on a bit of a trip of my own tomorrow, but I'll see you in the evening – last dinner before I take you back to Delhi, right?"

I nodded. "Night, captain." She winked, and was gone.

"So, girls," I started. "Aunty Pam is off on an Indian-style pamper day tomorrow, what do you want to do?"

"Well," said Laura, "I still need to try and sketch some of the birds – they don't stay still for very long and some of the feathers are amazing."

"Can Uncle Tim take me back to the animal health centre?" asked Amy. "There are a couple of the animals I'd really like to see again before we go."

"Sounds great," I said.

We finished our meal and made our way to bed. Pam fell asleep almost immediately, but I lay awake for a while reliving in my memory our holiday so far, and anticipating the next day.

In the morning a young woman came to collect Pam for her day, and she turned round and waved to us as she followed her guide down the track.

"So, Laura," I said when they were out of sight, "Still keen to sketch?"

"That can wait," she said, "and the animals will still be there later too."

"Let's go up to our room," said Amy.