Rachel and Stephen Ch. 05

Suddenly, the door made a crackling sound as his weight shifted, and I jumped – but even with the panic racing through me, my fingers didn't stop. I felt guilty for a moment, fantasizing about something that I knew was off-limits, and tried to focus on the sensation coming from my hand instead, as my finger circled around my clitoris, dipped lower to a pool of moisture, stroked along every sculpted edge of my labia. As my thigh muscles stiffened and my eyes fluttered shut, though, I gave up fighting what was clearly a losing battle. I quickly turned the vibrator on one click, and feeling its gentle hum, hovered it just over my labia, and my imagination went to work. As I slowly lowered the silicone tip to my folds, in my mind's eye I saw Stephen. I imagined him sitting just outside, cock stiff and bulging through his jeans. I imagined myself plunging the vibrator into myself for hands free enjoyment, throwing open the door, and as I nestled the tip into me and my breathing sped up, I thought about ripping off his jeans, yanking down his boxers, and engulfing his thick cock in my mouth. I was dying to feel his silk against my lips, and as I thought about it my hips unconsciously jerked up and the vibrator slid in me all the way.

I jerked, breath catching as the vibrations filled me, buzzing through every inch of my depths, but especially as the upper nub slipped directly against my clit, shooting sparks straight into the swollen bud. It was too much straight on, so I levered my new silicone best friend in and out of me, with tiny little thrusts. As everything tightened, a tiny whimper snuck out of my throat, and, hearing myself, I was gone over the edge, cumming hard as I shamelessly imagined sucking Stephen's cock. I whimpered, escalating, little "mm, mm, mm, mM!"s, barely more than a breath at first but growing each time, and I brought that quivering nub straight against my own quivering nub, vibrator meeting clitoris directly, and felt the contractions that exploded through me torque on the shaft of the vibrator, making it twitch with each wave of my pleasure.

As the spasms finally died off, I sighed slowly, releasing the air that had pent up in my lungs as I came. I slowly clicked the vibrator off, but didn't have the energy to pull it out, and just lay there collapsed on the closet floor, legs splayed above me. Just as I began to be aware of the itchiness of the carpet against my buttocks and lower back, the door opened just a crack, and my jeans and underwear, folded neatly, were dropped inside before it clicked shut again. Feeling a little shy, I pulled the vibrator out of me and began to wiggle back into my panties. After my jeans were on and buttoned (no small endeavor in that cramped space,) I stood up slowly, feeling the weakness in my legs still. I hesitated before opening the door, not knowing what to do with the vibrator, which was slippery from my juices, and shy about facing Stephen, who clearly knew what had just happened. When I finally tried the handle, though, the door swung open easily, and there was no one in the room. The TV was off, as well, and I wondered when that had happened. Stealthily, I walked quickly into the bathroom, rinsed my new toy, and tucked it, wrapped in some toilet paper, into the drawer next to the requisite hotel bible. I stood there for a minute, feeling ridiculously guilty, and then quickly opened the drawer again and sat the bible on the top of the dresser instead. I wasn't even religious, but it just felt wrong to have a sex toy right next to it, I thought, blushing.

As I walked back toward the front of the room, the door jumped open and Stephen walked in carrying a can of soda, presumably from the vending machine down the hall.

"Hey," I said with studied casualness.

"Oh, hey," he said, and I fought off irritation, because his casual attitude seemed to need no feigning. I sat down in a chair as he cracked the top and slurped down Mtn. Dew.

"Uh, so, were we gonna talk about plans for tonight?" I asked, refusing to acknowledge anything that just happened if he was going to be so freakin' nonchalant.

"Yeah, sure," he responded, somehow having already finished the whole can of soda. "I was thinking pretty mellow for tonight. We've got 2 more nights ahead of us, and I don't wanna burn out to quickly."

"Sounds good," I said, still scanning him for any sign that my closet session had happened earlier at all, but his face revealed nothing.

"So do you just wanna grab dinner here at the hotel and check out the casino here?"

"Yeah, sure!" Certain now that there would be no awkwardness, I was getting excited about the trip. "And, well..." I looked down, feeling silly, "do you think you would be up for some kind of touring thing or something? I just, uh, it's been a really long time since I've been here and I'd like a chance to see the city."

I looked up hesitantly, but relaxed when I saw him smiling indulgently at me. "Rachel, of course! Let's go! That sounds great, and the point was for you to enjoy yourself. However..." He walked over to the minibar and pulled out a few small bottles. "Let's make sure you're loosened up, you'll have more fun."

I rolled my eyes, but grabbed a bottle from him and tossed it back. "Okay, let's go now! We can cruise around for a few hours and then come back to change and head to dinner."