Chapter 9: The Hotel
We arrive at the hotel just before 11 PM. This has been one of the longest days I have had. I am exhausted despite taking a nap on the plane.
We are greeted at the car and ushered to the front desk by an eager doorman. Samantha checks in and I stay back ten feet and take in the lobby. I have never seen a place so extravagant. There is a massive crystalline chandelier hanging in the center of the room and a few luxurious peach colored couches. The floor is white with a gold flower pattern imprinted on the tiles. There are also a few small palm trees around the lobby.
Samantha motions me to follow her as she grabs the key card. I pursue her to the elevator.
“Do you remember what happened the last time we were alone in an elevator?” Samantha asks as the elevator dings its arrival.
“I couldn’t forget it, even if I wanted to.” I respond truthfully.
“I’m glad to hear that.” We enter at the same time. Thank goodness we aren’t alone there is an elevator button pusher that Samantha shows the room key card to. He scans it in and we ascend to the top floor. The doors open into the entryway of the penthouse suite. Of course we’d get the penthouse. I bet she always gets the best when she has a choice.
“I’m sure you’re dying to get into more comfortable clothes.” Samantha says from her observations.
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. The closet is stocked with plenty to choose from. This way.”
I happily let her lead me as we enter into a lavish living room that is fully decorated. It has an office section in one corner, a love seat by a fireplace, and a couch in the center facing a large flat screen TV. We walk through the double doors at the end of the living area and find ourselves in the bedroom. This room is just as big as the living area with a large bathroom attached and a Jacuzzi area in front of a large window. The bed is a California king. I guess we will be sharing a bed. I start getting nervous.
When we reach the closet, Samantha opens it slowly. “This will do. Bev has an excellent choice in clothing, once again.”
“Who’s Bev?” I ask.
“She’s my personal assistant. I sent her ahead today to get the hotel and clothes set up for us. She pretty much does anything I want.” Sam explains.
“That sounds exhausting.” I joke and take a look at the fully stocked closet. There are a few different styles of clothes including summer dresses, pant suits, casual wear, and pajamas.
“Oh it is. She’s the best though!” Sam smiles. “Red or blue?”
“Blue.” I respond.
“Good. I wanted red.” Samantha hands me baby blue silk pajama pants and a matching button up long sleeve shirt.
“Oh these feel great. This is the softest material that I have ever felt.”
“I’m glad you approve. There are also undergarments in the top drawer that you may choose from.” Samantha grabs her clothes and starts changing.
I try to distract myself by looking in the drawer and see that there are so many options for underwear. I wonder which kind Sam picked. She must be sure of herself, she didn’t even go to the bathroom to change. Obviously, she expects me to look. Maybe she even wants me to. Why else would she just start changing? I go with grey, lacy hipster undies and peek at her on my way to the bathroom. Wow. She is stunning. I watch Samantha take her shirt off in one fluid motion revealing her slender body and c-cup breasts. Another wave of nerves hit me and I force myself to retreat into the bathroom to change.
After putting the jammies on I find Samantha by the fireplace and join her.
“It’s nice having you here with me.” She says quietly.
“Yeah, I like being with you. This last week has been crazy for me.” I laugh nervously.
“Relax. You’re holding so much tension in your back and shoulders.”
“It’s hard to relax around you.” I say honestly.
“Turn.” Samantha commands. I turn and face her. “Not towards me.” She smiles. I turn away from her and she starts massaging my shoulders.
“Oh, that feels nice.”
“It does indeed. That is one of the benefits of this material. It feels as smooth as butter. It’s also nice to know you prefer comfort over decency.” She rubs her hands over my back and up my sides, effectively brushing her fingers against the sides of my boobs. I get goosebumps and a desire for more. I scoot a little bit further so it’s harder for her to reach me.
“Why do you like hanging out with me? We are so different. I can’t think of a reason for what is happening.” I ask trying to distract my mind from her massaging hands over my body.
“Well, it’s hard to explain. At the market, I sensed something about you Ileana. I was drawn to you and wanted to get to know you. If that makes any sense.” She starts massaging my neck and then down the center of my back.
“Why were you at the dance?”
“You’re just full of questions tonight, aren’t you? I was there hoping that I’d see you again.”
“Why did you kiss me?” I ask, not knowing the answer I would get. I turn to watch her while she thinks of an answer.
“There is a connection between us. Even though we haven’t known each other for that long. I felt it when I met you. There’s just something about you. I also wanted to kiss you; I go for what I want. I could tell that you wanted it too.” She says with a wink. “Now, why did you kiss me?”
I turn my back to her once more as her hands begin working their magic on the knots in my muscles. “I don’t know. Because I wanted to, I guess. I am drawn to you, also.”
Neither of us spoke for quite a while. I enjoyed the back massage and the warmth of the fireplace. I close my eyes to meditate and just try to make the best of this moment. I don’t know how long we sat there in silence. “I think it’s time for bed for me.” I say as I stretch and stand up. “I can stay on the couch and you can have the bed since you paid for everything.”
“Don’t be silly. The bed is huge. You won’t even notice I’m there. You don’t have to be afraid of sharing a bed with me. I promise, I won’t take advantage of you.”
That’s not what I’m afraid of. I’ve never slept with anyone. If we start kissing, I may want to take it farther. I don’t know if I could stop myself. I’m afraid of these desires and thoughts. I know they’re not right. I shouldn’t like another woman like this. I can’t help but think of it. She will be so close to me. I have to be the one to refrain. “Okay.” I quickly walk to the bedroom and climb under the covers before Samantha makes it into the room.
Samantha walks to the side of the bed that I’m on, leans down and kisses me. “Don’t forget: I get what I want. Goodnight.” She says.
“Night.” I say and turn to face the middle of the bed.
Oh my gosh what does that mean? That she wanted the kiss? That she wants more than the kiss? But it was just a kiss. It can’t be more than that. And now I’m going to bed.
Samantha climbs into the other side of the bed.
How am I going to sleep knowing she’s right there? I could reach out and touch her. But I shouldn’t...that would be asking for something I don’t want. Or do want. I don’t know. All I know now is that I want to stop thinking and sleep. I need to sleep. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. What time is it? Man, I slept well though. This bed and the pajamas are so comfortable. I’m going to need to invest in some pajamas like this.
I check my phone and see a series of texts from Jack.
‘Ily...you’re in the newspaper!’
‘Hey, wake up!’
‘Where are you? I swung by your house and your mom said you were staying with a friend for a couple days.’
‘Are you with Sam? Oh...I bet you are. Did you sleep with her? Oh my god! You have to tell me everything that’s happened!’
’Did I mention you’re in the newspaper? They are calling you Sam’s mysterious ‘friend’.′
What am I going to reply? Wait, I’m in the newspaper? That’s shocking. I guess when you spend time with someone popular, that’s bound to happen. Since when is Jack so nosy? I guess I’ve never had any interest in anyone for him to be nosy about. I’ll just tell him the truth.
‘Hey. Sam bought me part of a business and we went to check it out. It’s like a fancy strip club...so weird. Then we went to a hotel and slept. That’s all! Well we talked some and slept. I’ll message you later. Idk what we’re doing today.’
I look to Sam’s side of the bed and it’s empty. I wonder where she is. Hopefully she has food. I’m kind of hungry.
I stretch and groan as I make my way out of bed. I spin around looking for Sam and see her in the Jacuzzi looking out of the window. “You’re up. There is a platter of food by the fireplace. Eat and then join me.”
I go to the living area and see the assortment of breakfast foods on the table. I decide to have a variety of fruit and half of a bagel. After eating, I walk to the closet to see where the swim wear is. It has to be somewhere. I scrounge through the hanging clothes.
“What are you looking for?” Sam asks.
“You don’t need one.” Sam replies.
She has to be kidding. Don’t you need a swimsuit? Uh yeah, I think I do...what is she thinking?
“Come before the water gets cold.” She urges. “I’ll turn the bubbles on to disrupt the clarity of the water.”
I grab a bra and go to the bathroom to put it on. I walk over to the Jacuzzi. Like Sam said, the water is bubbling and you can’t see into it. “Don’t look.”
“I won’t.” Sam says and looks away. I take off my pants and shirt and enter the jacuzzi in my undergarments.
“This feels nice.” I say as the water warms encases my body.
“Yes it does. I like to be in a Jacuzzi and look out at the world below. Come here, look at the view.”
I sit next to Samantha and look at the view. I could stay here and stare at this forever. It is so different from what I’m used to. I can see the Los Angela’s River and all of the tall buildings in the distance. This would be a great picture.
I look over at Samantha and notice she’s not wearing a bra. I blush. She is right next to me...like I could touch her! No, I couldn’t. It’s too soon. You only just had your first kiss a week ago. But she’s right there: pretty much flaunting herself. She asked me to join her and she came in here without a bra.
Samantha adjusts herself and raises her breasts out of the water halfway. I smile and look mostly back at the skyline. I keep her in the corner of my eye.
“Like what you see?” Sam asks.
“Yeah, it’s a good view of the city.”
“Not that, me. I saw you smiling at me.”
“Oh...uh...I didn’t see much.” I say. Why did I say that? I see a look of desire in Samantha’s eyes and she stands up in front of me.
“How about now?” Oh god. She’s totally naked. I look down at the water. And standing in front of me. What should I do? Do I look at her? Obviously that is what she wants. Why am I warm and tingly all over? My nerves shot to an 11 out of 10 and I’m anxious. What is going to happen? Is this the start of something? Am I going to finally know what it’s like to have sex? I don’t know. Don’t look at her...but I want to. Yes, I do want to look. I don’t know where it will lead.
“You don’t have to look away.” Samantha says as she cups my cheek and turns my head to her. I look at her breasts and then to her face. Gosh, she is so gorgeous. I’ve never seen boobs look that good. Who am I kidding, the only time I’ve really seen boobs was last night and my own. Hers definitely top all the boobs I’ve seen before. Samantha leans down and kisses me.
I kiss her back eagerly. I don’t care what this leads to. This is what I want. The kiss deepens and I lose all train of thought when Samantha straddles me. She teases my mouth with her tongue and I open my lips in response. God, she tastes so good. I think to myself as our tongues touch.
She grabs my hands and leads them to her sides. Her skin feels so soft. She then guides my hands over her stomach and onto her boobs. They feel so perfect in my hands. She squeezes her boobs with my hands and I let out a small moan.
What is happening to me? This feels so good and I’m so warm everywhere.
Samantha breaks our kiss and smiles at me. “It’s too hot in here for this. Come.” She says while stepping out and holding her hand out for me to take.
This is it! No going back now! I grab her hand and follow her to the bathroom. She turns on the shower. It is a nice warm but not hot.
She then pushes her body against mine and kisses my neck. My legs turn into jello and I get goosebumps all over my body. Her skin feels so soft against mine. I can feel her erect nipples gliding over me as she kisses and moves.
She feels up and down my sides, then removes my soaked bra, squishes my breasts and slightly pinches my tender nipples.
“Owe.” I say at the light pain the pinch causes.
“Ha, that’s nothing dear.” Samantha responds and pinches my nipples again. This time I refrain from saying anything and take a deep breath as the pleasure pain runs through me.
She kisses me hard and explores my body with her hands. I crave her from the core of my being. I gather my strength and push against her into the wall behind her. I grab her boobs and kiss her neck.
She lets out a moan. The sound was so glorious in my ears and made me shiver with desire. “That’s enough.” She says and pins me against the wall.
This time she grasps my hair and holds my head in place while she kisses me. She stops the kiss and watches me as her hand explores down my stomach and over my panties. I close my eyes and lean my hips into her. She takes that as an invitation and slides her hand into the panties and feels over me. I moan and grasp at her boobs.
She starts rubbing my clit in circles watching me as I start to breathe harder and pleasure starts filling me. Once my breath was labored enough for her, she withdrew her hand and kissed me.
“Do you want me to continue? Is this what you want?” She asks me.
I nod and lean against her again, wishing she hadn’t stopped the stimulation.
“Use your words.” She commands with eyes fiercer than I’ve ever seen.
“Yes.” I say quietly.
“Yes, this is what I want. I want you. I want you in me.” I can’t believe I actually just said that. It’s completely true but I’ve never said anything like that aloud before.
“Good.” In one smooth motion my panties hit the ground and she is rubbing herself against me. The friction starts to drive me crazy as I rub against her also. I grab the back of her head and pull her into a long kiss. I feel my body ache for her and I let out a small moan.
Samantha explores my body with her hands once more, this time when she gets to my lower lips, she slides a finger in. I moan and enjoy the feeling of my muscles allowing her inside me. With each motion, she works my center muscles and she brings me closer to the edge. I want to release, I need to.
As if reading my mind, she fingers me faster and rubs my clit masterfully. This sends my body into shock and I orgasm while falling into her arms.
She lowers me to the shower floor and we sit together while she holds me until I regain my strength.
I can’t believe that just happened. That was amazing. Oh my god, that really just happened. I feel so warm and comfortable being in her arms. I could get used to this. What am I thinking? I don’t even know what we are. I haven’t even known her that long. This was wrong. It shouldn’t have happened. If it was wrong, why does it feel so right? What is so wrong about it? She doesn’t have a penis? Is that what makes it wrong? Well, she’s a girl so she wouldn’t have one. And I like that she doesn’t.
Oh no, I didn’t please her. This seems unfair. How am I going to do that? What am I going to do? I guess I’ll do what she did. What if I’m not good at all and I just completely suck! Should I ask how to do it? Probably. How am I going to phrase it?
“I suppose it’s time to start the day.” Samantha says interrupting my train of thought.
I guess she doesn’t want me to touch her. Is that normal? Why doesn’t she? Does she think I don’t want to? Are we in a hurry?
“What about you?” I ask quietly.
“I’m good. I got pleasure from watching your experience. There’s no need to add that pressure now.”
What does that mean? I mean it would be stressful for me to learn how to do, but I’d like to do it at some point. Especially if we continue seeing each other. I don’t want to push anything or go against her will. I guess it’s time to get on with our day. It’s time to get up and ready.