The Rescuer Ch. 01

Having barely averted a full blown fit... it was easier to just give in... even though it felt so odd to be holding Keeley so protectively again.

Like he used to all the time.

So he carefully stepped behind her, to gently wrap both of his arms around her shoulders, and grimaced as he made himself just patiently wait for a change.

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The cute porter had been remarkably successful in resisting her normal response to his blatant sexual teasing earlier... and her less than subtle efforts to get some much needed information out of him as well... but Shelly wasn't giving up just yet.

Some men needed an even more direct approach, on both counts.

"I get that you are worried about losing your job, but your boss sent us up here himself, right? Even knowing who I was, still he put you in this position deliberately? Without warning you about me? And that crazy redhead? I can certainly carefully reword a few of my questions, in a way that will protect you, and let us both pass the time enjoyably. We certainly have nothing else to do, while we wait on those two! Let me at least try to do that, ok? You started this, by teasing me first, and then putting your hand down so low on my stomach! Were you just trying to stop me from following Keeley, or finding out for sure whether or not I am wearing underwear tonight?"

Shelly flashed him her warmest and most mischievous smile, even as she pressed her body tighter against the phone trapped in his right pocket. The hard edges were rubbing against her clit wonderfully, and she almost purred into his ear, as it abruptly became clear that soon it wasn't going to be the only hard thing in his pants.

But to her surprise, before he spoke he carefully used the same hand he had placed on her stomach earlier, and tilted her head around. Shelly found herself being forced to look directly into his almost nightmarishly black eyes. The dark hair and clear skin gave him almost a devilish appearance for a second, then that fleeting impression vanished, like it had never even been there.

Or ever could have.

"I have to at least go away long enough to place the order, right? Can't I at least do that first?"

Shelly wiggled her hips around on his leg a little, letting him feel for sure what the edge of his phone was pressing against.

"Silly, you were just going to go thru that gate, pretend to lock it, go down a few steps and text our order in! Maybe you should have them send up another bottle of champagne, too? After all the rather obvious trouble your boss has gone to tonight? To get Keeley up into this restricted part of the building? You weren't actually going to leave her alone up here, unobserved? If you have to? Just reach into your pants, pull out your phone, and type in our order. I am sure that they will carry it all the way up, to that last landing with a door, and text back when they're ready to meet you. Right?"

Another little wiggle of her hips, and an even harder pull against the small of his back towards her body, finally got his breathing to betray his growing excitement.

"... I'm n-not... not admitting that my boss had anything to do with her visit here... but he is certainly trying to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity... when... when he somehow learned that she was coming tonight... but I th-think... think that he made a mistake... making such a fuss... I'm just n-not sure just how I am going to tell him that... y-yet... "

His fingers kept trying to grasp only the top edge of the slim slick phone. Shelly easily prevented him from removing it, just by pressing against his thigh a little harder. Occasionally his desperate fingers brushed against her clit hidden behind the thin fabrics of both her dress and his pants.

Finally, he stopped trying to retrieve his phone, and looked fully into her eyes again.

She made him even more nervous by calmly brushing away a little dark lock of hair, that was threatening to come between their mutual appraisal of each other. Slowly his extreme worry seemed to vanish, as he began studying her own blue eyes just as intently. Eventually he nodded at her confidently, to make the next move, and to speak her mind again. Shelly lowered her voice to its huskiest best and spoke quietly.

"I think that you are going to have to be a bit bolder than that, if you ever want to call in our order."

Deliberately playing into the mistaken words he had said in French on the stairs, her challenge was clear. The rapidly stiffening shaft beside the phone wasn't completely hard. His mind might be calmer now, but his body was just too nervous to get fully excited yet.

For so many good reasons.

But she could wait, apparently much easier than he could.

Still, it took a few more words from her, to finally get him to start adjusting his hand correctly.

"In that fancy dress shop you led us to after dinner, so we could use the bathrooms there, you said how wonderful the ONLY thing I had on was. Especially compared to what they had for sale. You were obviously wondering even then, betrayed by that extra word in French, if I had worn anything underneath my outfit. Now is your chance to find out. I certainly don't mind. In fact, to get your phone, I am going to make it something you can't help but discover the answer to!"

Shelly leaned back, letting him get a good look down the front of her dress, as he seemed to need to watch his hand go back into his pocket with his fingers facing outwards.

Shyly at first, but soon the steady hand she had originally enjoyed was back, and feeling all around the warm skin she was pressing up against his phone. He slowly pushed the bottom edge of the device up higher in his deep pocket, finally letting him feel the barely clothed soft lips guarding her swollen clit. He sensuously traced out and separated each and every fold of her pussy thru the thin fabrics, until he had assured himself of exactly how large and excited her nub was.

The warmth and dampness he discovered there, made him breathe even faster, until she began shivering onto his whole hand.

Unfortunately her uncontrollable response, and the deep moan she let out into his ear, shook him out of his forbidden exploration.

But when he did finally managed to get the phone out, Shelly easily took a half step to her right, and pressed her clit firmly against the tip of his now fully erect and apparently perfect cock. Pretending to help, she pulled against the small of his back even harder, and leaned away her shoulders so he had the room to use both of his hands to text more easily. The moment he began to send his message though, she sent one of her own, by leaning forward again. With both of his forearms trapped, against the soft exposed skin of the tops of her breasts, and her cheek leaning against his chest so she could read his text? He quickly lost his ability to properly concentrate.

"You've misspelled tart, drizzled and chocolate. Is that because your thinking about my souffle topping, and it dripping down over something else?"

He coughed uncomfortably even as he corrected his errors. But before he could hit send, she pulled the small of his back even tighter, pressing the entire length of his cock against the rapidly growing heat of her pussy. In desperation, he blurted something out, to stall for time. That his mind was still clear enough to hit on an actual truth? That both amused and worried Shelly about who, or what, she was dealing with so cavalierly.

"You saw that the souffle was the only item on the menu always made to order, and that it took a lot of extra time. You deliberately picked it as your own dessert, because you knew no one else would! Didn't you?"

This time Shelly looked up and gave him a more careful and respectful smile. Surprisingly that gesture seemed to both calm his mind down, and release some of the desperate control he was still trying to exert on his erection. A little mutual nod, of recognition of her change in attitude, let her speak freely again.

"Why don't you add to have them just leave our desserts on a tray, on the other side of that last stairwell door, and to not wait for you. Have them just text you when they've dropped it off. That way we will have even more time together... to keep... talking?"

Pressed up against his arms so tightly, her breasts were barely being contained by the thin cups of the half bra built into the top of her dress. The slightest edge of her soft pink areolas were threatening to slide out into view. It was clear, to both of them, that he was thinking about either the lemon icing or the chocolate ganache, covering the thick stiff nipples that were the only thing keeping the dress from slipping all the way off.

Not trusting himself to speak, in either French or English, he dutifully typed in the extra instructions and hit send.

By the time the confirmation text dinged back, Shelly had no trouble slipping the phone out of his numb fingers and lowering it down to his pocket again. Pausing for a second, she made sure that he could see her hand turn outwards, so she could be the one to explore what else was inside of his pants.

As the tip of the phone slid into his pocket, she tried her best to gauge his reaction. Even with all of her experience from the club, and the rest of her life, she almost missed the smallest but most important sign behind his eyes.

Guilt.

Current, and aimed at someone very specific, and clearly a woman he cared for.

For some women, it was a turn off to see that flash of memory. The proof of an entrenched rival. The quickly hidden bit of regret and reluctance. But to her, it was usually just an extra bonus challenge, to see if she could push a hesitant man, or woman, a bit further than they wanted to go.

Either during a lap dance in the VIP room, or in whatever bed she had lured them into.

His beautiful dark down turned eyes looked shyly back up at her... and Shelly used all of her skill to quickly turn this new bit of information to her advantage... and to see if he would rather give up some more information than having her fingers let go of the phone.

"I know that look! I'm not mad, really! I saw it first on your face downstairs, as we all passed the open door to the dressing room. Keeley's boyfriend certainly had no problem looking thru the door, and directly at those two girls. They clearly deliberately left it open. Maybe they'd done it to tease that incredibly rude sales girl? Maybe they just wanted to be seen together? By anyone that just happened to be walking by? I seriously doubt that! I think that they were they actually on a mission to try and tease YOU! Maybe they overheard you talking to the salesgirl, about why you were idly standing in her shop, and knew that you would be coming back soon? Either way, your expression was so much different than my other roommate's was. Seth merely leered at their half naked bodies, smiled, and lusted after them. You looked at their faces, their eyes, and how they were responding to each other's touch. Even before they started kissing. Right? But as sexy as what else they were doing was, as they eventually finished completely undressing each other? And forgot all about slipping on the next of the dresses they had picked out to try on?"

The Porter's cock twitched in her fingers after the phone fell into the bottom of his pocket. The memory of seeing the foreign exhibitionists was still far too vivid in her own mind, too. The shock of walking by the short aisle to the dressing rooms and seeing the two beautiful women embracing?

It made them both admit that her well known and far too often out of control desires weren't saved just for the opposite sex.

"When that shorter girl began kissing her way down that smooth pale stomach? Making her friend moan when her long tongue went inside? The more dominant girl didn't take all that long to come! Not with YOU watching them! After she calmed back down? They didn't both turn to the idiot I live with, and offer him to step inside there with them! They turned to YOU! They wanted YOU to go in there, and close and lock the door! That is when I saw that other kind of look in YOUR eyes! They noticed it too, didn't they! Even as the taller girl pulled that tongue even deeper into her pussy!"

It was clear to Shelly now that their porter wasn't just a simple intern. Someone picked at random and hastily pressed into service. A baby-sitter, for the unexpected guests that were going to be allowed upstairs on the forbidden bridge. Her fingers began playing up and down his shaft, hoping to get him to make an obviously atypical mistake.

But he stayed totally silent because he was obviously so much more used to observing other people, from afar, than being an object of such close scrutiny himself. Maybe a bit more verbal teasing would loosen him up and forget about his guilt?

"I think that they could see that you were imagining someone else, standing there next to another woman, and hoping she was getting as much pleasure out of it as they were. Remember, I saw their faces, too. They were glad when the store girl shooed that idiot away from the open doorway. But they were even more happy to see that you weren't offended, and stayed put. Whether or not they could see me, behind that tall dress rack I'd stepped behind, I don't know. I can't believe that those girls were both just regular visitors from your division in France! They had a hidden sexual agenda! By that I mean you! Maybe they had been trying to find a way to put on just such a show, for YOU, ever since they got here? I can certainly guess why? Who is she? This other girl you couldn't get out of your mind, when you saw first saw those two women caressing each other's breasts? And that you still feel so guilty towards, while we both watched that tall girl come? Obviously wishing that you had been able to taste HER, again, with your own tongue? How long have you been separated from that unknown goddess?"

The so-called Porter squirmed in her arms, as he tried to resist giving her that all important answer. The fact that he just couldn't, or wouldn't, give in to either her physical or mental charms was unusual.

And also a much welcomed challenge to her bruised ego.

"Why are you so nervous around me? You know my reputation! I am obviously more than willing to let YOU do so much more with ME right now? Even right here on this bridge, with those two just at the other end, and able to come back at any minute! If you want your cock inside of me, right now, just ask! And while you're at it, just who the hell are you, really? What do you actually do here for this company? Don't you dare try to tell me, what everyone else has been fooled into thinking your actual job is! I know someone else that has those constantly turning wheels behind HIS eyes, and it's NOT my own old boyfriend!"

Like a condemned prison under extreme interrogation, the young man finally gave her a clue with his wonderful eyes. Here was someone that knew far too much, to not be already deeply involved in the fight her old boyfriend had picked a side of so very long ago. The porter definitely understood her reference to the Senior Trustee, and was beginning to get a little frightened by her pointed questions.

Not to mention how obviously she wanted his thick cock inside of her pussy... as soon and fast as possible... no matter what the risks or costs to them both!

It certainly wouldn't be the first time she been gotten fucking in public, nor would it ever be allowed to be here last! But even pushing the tip of his now too stiff cock right below her aching clit, with only a few layers of fabric between them, wasn't enough.

The guilt in his dark eyes easily won out over even her best inspired passionate needs. Hurt, deeply, Shelly struck back viciously.

"It's clear to me now, finally, that you didn't know who I was before I went into the rest room! But you certainly knew my identity when I came back out! I know that change of expression too damn well lately! Damn that obnoxious sales girl! Why can't I ever just be myself anymore, and have some fun? Yes! I made a few mistakes! But that was years and years ago! It's not like my old high society friends never did the exact same things! They've done worse! So much worse! All I did differently was not hide it! Or lie about it! For that so called crime, they all still want to keep ruining my life? Does my damn reputation really matter THAT much to you? I'm the same person, on the inside, as I was before you found out my name! Aren't I? You wanted me before and now you don't?"

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Lowell risked a quick turn of his head, to make sure that the oddly mismatched couple was still at the far end of the bridge. Somehow, the lights had been turned on, and the second gate glinted and shivered in the special lamps that had been installed above it.

The pair was just standing there holding each other... as if nothing else was going on in the world... and as if they didn't know that the blonde in his own arms was filled with more than enough trouble for them all.

When he refused to either let go of her, or push her away, the woman sobbed once and hugged him even tighter.

Shelly sobbed a few more times but eventually recovered and purred against his skin, and the feel of her large warm soft breasts was just too intense to be real some how. Her intense alcohol fueled, but honest, emotional outburst softened so more and went away completely.

Gone just as quickly as it had come.

To let him know it was ok for him to continue talk, as best he could in a moment, she spoke very quietly again.

"It's ok. I said that I would keep an eye on them for you, and I will. If you'll watch that gate, for your people, I'll watch this one for mine. I'll make my next questions even easier on you, just nod your head, if I guess right. It's an old old game too, and I am certainly just as good at it, as all the other ones I like to play. Ok?"

Lowell felt himself laugh loudly, and he wondered why. But the feel of her barely clothed stiff nipples, finally slipping free, and pressing into the bare skin of his still trapped arms made him speak back just as quietly.

"I think I can tell you most of what's on your mind, without you having to resort to playing games. At least at first. My name is Lowell. Most people think I am just some college intern, working part-time in the research and web design departments here. I am that. I go to school, work filling in where ever I'm needed, and make some extra money on the weekends here in the corporate restaurants and hotels. I keep an eye on things for our eccentric leader, and look for solutions to problems, most of which they haven't even figured out they have yet. But I also do special projects, and highly detailed informational analysis, for the department heads. Odd stuff. Really tricky. I caught a few huge, very important accounting/reporting errors, the summer of my freshman year. I was told by my manager to keep quiet about it, but I marched right up to the seventh floor of the English half of our headquarters instead. I had to quietly wait for about three hours, since I didn't dare risk trying to make an appointment. Finally our chairman came out for his dinner break. I didn't mean to get my boss fired, but that's what happened. So, at best, I am sort of an unofficial albatross here. A necessary evil at worst. I never know what I'll be doing from day to day. Lately I've been translating extremely technical scientific English documents, web pages and training materials into French. I'm actually very, very good at that, I just can't convincingly speak the language out loud to save my life! Especially not when I make the mistake of trying it with an even remotely believable accent! After a year of really trying hard, I've finally mastered the necessary phrases to get luggage upstairs to the right room, on my half of the hotel. I can even ask if I can bring more water to a table, but other than that, I'm hopeless! You can certainly agree with that!"