Chapter 8

The next morning, I received my daily call from Thomas. He was upbeat, his keynote had gone well, and he told me that he could leave earlier, that he in fact was at the airport boarding the plane in Paris as we spoke. I had a warm feeling, thinking that I would be with him in less than 15 hours. He had also been able to pry Lennart away from his newsroom to join us.

After the phone call I went to the reception to book another room, but I had no luck. The only thing they could offer was a swap of our double room for a suite, and that is what I had to take. They promised to give us the next free double room. I went back up to our room and woke Stephanie with a kiss on her belly. Obviously, she liked waking up that way, and she squealed with delight when I moved lower. She must have had a nice dream, I decided, for she was slick already, and I gave her a leisurely finger-fucking and tongue-lashing. I had her going in no time, and soon, her long legs tried to squash my head to pulp as she climaxed noisily.

Of course, she reciprocated with enthusiasm, and she had me squirming on my back, with my hands buried in her long, blonde mane. When I was close, she did some extra poking with her pinky finger in my arse, and I was surprised that I enjoyed even that. I wasn’t as noisy as Stephanie, but I certainly came to a good appreciation of her linguistic abilities!

After a quick shower together, we went down for breakfast. In the elevator, while we were alone, I told her that Thomas and Lennart would arrive that evening.

“Was this a little farewell thing, this morning?” she asked, her head tilted.

“Sort of,” I grinned and kissed her quickly before the elevator doors opened into the lobby.

Alicia was at breakfast, and she told us that Ralf would come later.

“He is, how shall I put it, tired?” she grinned.

My kid sister, the nymphomaniac! But I had to admit that ever since she and Ralf had taken their relationship to that higher level, Alicia had blossomed. Her self-confidence, never one of her weak spots, had soared even higher.

“You two been at it again?” she suddenly asked, and Stephanie shot orange juice through her nose.

“What?” she croaked.

“Come on, I’m not that stupid!” Alicia huffed. “Gisele’s always had this little itch for women, and you’re exactly her type.”

I gaped at my sister.

“Close your mouth, Gisele. You’ll catch mosquitos,” she grinned smugly. “Don’t worry, nobody else knows. But maybe you’ll let me come to one of your sauna evenings?”

I exchanged a desperate look with Stephanie, but she had regained her composure.

“Sure, but don’t expect us to put on a show for you,” she grinned. “But I would love to see a sister act.”

That had, inexplicably, Alicia blush furiously. Did my kid sister have such feelings for me? I patted her hand.

“Steph is a wicked girl, don’t mess with her,” I advised her.

We hit the beach, just us three girls, after breakfast, and the absence of Ralf proved to be a decided disadvantage. Suddenly, we were constantly pestered by would-be Casanovas. The first ones were fun to shoot down, but after a while, it became a nuisance. In the end, Stephanie stood up, stretched her slender body, and then pulled me up and into a thorough kiss. After that, we were left pretty much alone, that is, until a well-groomed woman came and asked whether we needed a fourth. She was nice about it, somewhat shy, and I gathered she lived in the closet back home. We told her that we kissed to scare off the men, and she excused herself.

“Now, I’ve seen it all,” Steph gasped, desperately trying to stifle a laugh.

“Maybe, I should have invited her to stay,” Alicia suggested.

“Alicia, you have your boyfriend upstairs,” I admonished her.

“Spoilsport,” she grumped, turning her back to me.

Joao drove us to Sao Paulo and to the airport that evening, and we picked up our men as they came through customs. They were both beat, after being awake for close to 24 hours, and they slept in the taxi during the drive north. Alicia and Ralf were already asleep, or at least in bed, when we arrived, and our men dropped onto the beds as soon as they had a shower. Thomas and I had the bedroom of the suite, while Steph and Lennart slept in the anteroom. I felt good to cuddle up to my man again, to hear the soft snoring sounds he always made when he was exhausted. He was not too exhausted to develop a stiffy during the night, and I looked forward to the next morning.

I should have gone to the bathroom before I went to bed that night. I woke up around six o’clock, and my bladder was killing me. Carefully, such as not to disturb Thomas, I eased out of the bed and tiptoed to the door. I opened the door quietly, knowing that Steph and Lennart were sleeping in the main room. I should not have worried, though, about them sleeping. When I eased through the door, I saw them in mid-action, Stephanie on all fours, and Lennart behind her, hammering away happily. I took a sharp breath, and they looked up. I winced.

“Sorry, you two, but I need to go to the loo.”

I averted my eyes and rushed to the bathroom. I did my thing and washed my hands. I decided, I should brush my teeth as well, hoping to give the two lovebirds time to finish. When I had done everything I could think of, including a short shower of my midsection, I opened the door.

“I’m coming now,” I warned them in a low voice.

“Me too,” I heard Stephanie pant, and they both laughed, while I could still hear the slap-slap of Lennart pounding Steph’s pussy. I decided that enough was enough. I walked out into the main room and past the bed. Lennart stopped his motions when he saw me, and Steph moaned in frustration. Served her right, I thought. I bent down over Steph and pulled up her face. Then I gave her a full kiss. I felt naughty when I released her lips.

“Don’t let me interrupt you guys,” I grinned and slipped through the door into our bedroom. I heard a strangled cry from Lennart shortly after and another one from Stephanie. My little performance had obviously triggered something.

“They are at it already?”

Thomas’ voice startled me, and I looked at him. He blinked his eyes, trying to get fully awake. I was over him in a second, pulling away the sheets and his pyjama pants. He was not erect yet, so I swallowed him whole, and I felt his penis expand in my mouth, filling it with solid, blood engorged meat. I had to back down eventually, deep throat is not my thing. Instead, I concentrated on the tip and the sensitive underside. I had my husband squirming under me in just a few minutes. For a few moments I contemplated to finish him in my mouth, but decided against it. I wanted to feel that massive first eruption inside my core. I straddled him and positioned the tip of his nice fat cock between my pussy lips. I was soaking wet already, and I simply sank down on his shaft in one swift motion. I always love that first penetration. It is a shock to my senses, being filled up completely, feeling stretched to the limit. His hands were up on my cheeks and he pulled my face down for a long, drawn out kiss. He had this awed look on his face like he cannot believe his luck. This is one of my greatest kicks when I am with Thomas: he appreciates me. Unconditionally. It’s not that he is submissive, don’t get me wrong. He just exudes happiness and bliss when he looks at me, and this is good for my ego. I smiled down at him, and I saw the laughter start in his eyes. Seconds later, we were laughing happily, while he matched my movements with little strokes of his own.

“I missed you,” I whispered. “Did you miss me, too?”

He grinned at me.

“Definitely. But at least, I had your video.”

I made like throttling him.

“You are so mean! I don’t know why I put up with a mean old man.”

He pulled my face down for another kiss; I fought him for show, but he kissed me anyway.

“That is something I am asking myself all the time. But I decided not to question my luck. You have made me complete, Gisele.”

The emotions were thick between us, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I pounded down on him with more force, trying to match my movements with the strong feelings I had. I saw him, as he looked up into my face, urging me on with silent words formed by his lips. He held out until I reached my peak. With a sob, I huddled down over him, trying to get as much of his prick into me as I could, and I heard him draw a shuddering breath. Then I felt his penis jerk inside me.

After a few moments spent on cloud nine, he suddenly toppled me over, his penis still inside me. I felt his weight on me, as he devoured my mouth with hungry kisses. I felt the urgency of his embrace, and I locked my arms legs behind his back, pressing him into me. We remained like that for minutes, enjoying the intimacy, while he whispered his love into my ear. This was one of the most intense moments we had shared so far, and I really felt my heart swell.