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“Stop that, right now!”
A woman’s loud voice filled the alleyway and drowned out the sound of the girl’s struggle. The man holding her stopped in his tracks and looked round.
Jasmine was not a large woman, nor was she particularly young, but she had a presence that could not be ignored. She was also carrying a weighty looking walking stick. She had no need for it, she could walk perfectly well unaided, but she carried it purely as an affectation and for times like this. As the man worked out where the voice had come from and to who it belonged, she shifted the heavy stick from one hand to the other with a subtle menace.
“Take your hands off her, at once.”
Again, the voice was commanding and made him hesitate. Jasmine could see the doubt creep across his face. The slight figure at the entrance to the alley gave him an unflinching stare, daring him to defy her.
“I caught her stealing,” said the man weakly, trying to justify his action.
“And I have just caught you assaulting her. Which do you think the police would prefer to deal with?”
The man’s hands loosened their grip on the girl just enough for her to wriggle and pull herself free. She stumbled two steps away and stood with her back to the wall. Like a frightened a****l she glanced from one to the other, unsure where to place her trust. The woman ignored her and continued to stare at the man.
“I suggest you crawl back into whatever disgusting hole you crawled out of before I call the police,” she said with a voice that held a quiet menace.
As she spoke, she reached into the pocket of her coat and took out an old and very out of date, mobile phone. She glanced at it and pressed a button. The screen came to life and its eery glow lit up her face.
“Well?” she asked, “what is it to be?”
With a shrug the man turned and went through a door. It was obviously not worth the bother. The woman put her phone back in her pocket and turned her attention to the girl.
“What was that all about?” she asked, “have you been stealing?”
“Only from the bin,” replied the girl, pointing to a large wheelie bin pushed against the wall opposite, “they often chuck good food in there.”
Her voice was small, and she was clearly still unsure of the situation. The woman smiled reassuringly at her.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, and the girl nodded. “Then let us go and eat. But I suggest we choose a different restaurant.”
Even in the gloom of the alley the girl could see the twinkle of humour in the woman’s eyes and the frivolity of her comment. She smiled back at the woman and began to feel more relaxed. When the woman stepped aside and beckoned her forward, she did so. She was glad to get away from the alley. The orange streetlights were a relief from the darkness.
“Burger, pizza or Chinese?”
“Pardon?”
“Which would you prefer. There’s a burger place just opposite and a pizza place just down the road. I’m sure there’s a Chinese around here somewhere. Your choice.”
“You mean …?”
“Yes, girl, I’m offering you food. Now, make your mind up.”
“Oh,” said the girl, still slightly confused, “p-p-pizza?”
“Pizza it is. Come along then.”
With that the woman strode off in the direction she had pointed to when she first mentioned pizza. Not knowing what else to do and with the prospect of some food inside her the girl hurried after her. The brightly lit pizza take-away was only a short distance away and the woman waited with her hand on the door giving the girl time to catch up. She slowed as she approached and seemed reluctant to go inside. Out here the light from the shop was bright and garish, and she felt exposed and vulnerable. Some instinct in the woman allowed her to work out the girl’s evident distress.
“Any preference?” she asked, “personally I like anchovies but not everyone does.”
“P-p-pepp …” the girl managed to stutter out.
“Ok, pepperoni it is. You wait here while I go and order.”
Without another word she pushed open the door and disappeared inside. The girl shrank back into the doorway of the shop next door trying to hide. She had caught a glimpse of herself in the window of a shop and realised what a state she was in. She had been homeless for a few weeks and, apart from the occasional few days of sofa surfing, she had slept wherever she could find shelter and where she felt even slightly safe. She hadn’t washed herself or brushed her hair for days and she was sure she stank but there was little she could do about it.
She also wondered what the strange woman would want in return for her generosity. She had grown used to being propositioned on the streets, usually by men offering her money in return for her services but she had always told them no. She refused to think that she had sunk so low that she had to sell her body. She had met a few girls in the past weeks who had done just that, and she was determined not to join them. She had also steadfastly refused their offers of d**gs even though she knew they would take away her current misery.
There was a ‘ting’ as the pizza door opened, and the woman stepped back onto the pavement carrying two pizza boxes. She looked around trying to find the girl and was beginning to become annoyed thinking she had run off before she saw her shyly emerge from the shop doorway. She greeted her with a smile and held aloft the two boxes with a look of triumph.
“Shall we go and sit there?” she asked gesturing to a bench on the other side of the street. Without waiting for a reply, she stepped up to the kerb, looked in both directions and headed across the road, her walking stick tap-tapping. The girl, torn between trying to stay hidden and the lure of food, trotted after her. She sat on the far end of the bench as the woman looked inside the first box and laid it on the bench between them. A glance inside the second box and she held it out to the girl before picking up the other box and opening it wide. The smell of tomatoes and cheese filled the air around them like an aura. The girl could wait no longer and lifted the lid on her box. All inhibitions now gone she pulled a slice free and started to eat voraciously. The woman smiled to herself and also picked out a slice but more slowly and with delicacy. For a time, they both sat in silence, absorbed in their food, and watching the few people who were wandering up and down. After her third slice the woman closed her box and sighed contentedly.
“That was good,” she said smiling, “How was yours? Oh, finished already? You must have been hungry.” There was no hint of taunting in the woman’s voice just the sense of genuine concern. She held out her own box to the girl.
“There’s a little left in there,” she said, “and it’s quite safe, I decided to go without the anchovies tonight,” and she gave a little giggle as the girl took the box and began to eat what was left.
“We haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz.”
“I’m Katy,” the girl replied, her mouth still full of pizza.
The woman leaned sideways and held out her hand. “I’m pleased to meet you Katy even if the circumstances were a little … strange.”
The girl’s hand was sticky with sauce from the pizza and she hurriedly wiped her hands on her tattered jeans before taking the offered hand and shaking it.
“Excuse me for being forward, Katy, but where are you staying tonight?”
Katy had been half expecting this question. The offer of a comfortable night in return for ‘favours’. She’d heard it many times before but this time she was shocked by the reply when she told her benefactor that she had nowhere.
“Strangely enough, neither have I,” said the woman, “I was just on my way to find somewhere when I stumbled across you having that … ‘altercation’. I hope that you don’t think this is too forward, but I have been booked into a small hotel just down the road. I haven’t yet been there but there is a room reserved for me. Please feel free to say no but may I offer you a share in a room for the night?”
Katy looked at her new friend unsure what to do. The offer had been put to her in a way so different that she was confused. Usually there was a gruffness and an expectation in such offers as if a refusal was the last thing on their mind. This time it seemed that a refusal would simply be accepted without any recriminations. This time it felt genuine. And, besides, she had begun to like the woman even if she still remained a stranger.
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all, my dear. Besides, and I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, you look like you could do with a decent night’s sleep, out of harm’s way.”
The woman grinned widely, and Katy sensed the warmth in her voice. The thought of sleeping in a soft bed was too tempting and the chance of a hot shower and to wash her hair was overwhelming. She really had no choice.
“Yes, please,” and she smiled back in gratitude. She could live with whatever the woman wanted in return just for the chance of feeling clean and fresh again.
“Then let us go. I’m told its just up here.”
The woman rose from the bench and stood waiting. Katy also stood up still clutching the two pizza boxes. She looked around and spotted a litter bin a little further down the street and started to walk towards it. This time it was the woman who followed. She caught her up as she was discarding her rubbish and linked arms with her. Katy was initially startled by the physical contact but then had a sort of ‘wtf’ moment and let it be. Together they walked along the road to wherever fortune might take them.
The neon sign hanging over the street and the change in pace of the woman clinging on to Katy’s arm alerted her to the fact that they had reached their goal. She tried to hang back as the woman gripped the door handle, but she firmly took Katy’s hand and pulled her in behind her. The lobby was small but neat and a man in casual dress sat behind a mahogany counter. The woman marched up to him purposefully.
“I have a room booked, name of Blake,” she announced giving the name she sometimes used.
The man exuded an air of not caring as he tapped a couple of keys of the computer in front of him.
“Ms. Blake,” he read from the screen, “yes, a single room.”
“My, errr, niece will also be staying, do you have a double?”
A sneer crossed the man’s face as he looked Katy up and down. He was clearly thinking that aunt and niece were far from the truth, but he consulted the computer once more.
“Yes, we do,” he said looking at them with disdain.
“We’ll take it,” said the woman curtly, “and I will ask you to take that smirk off your face unless you want me to send a stern letter to the manager. My key?” She held out her hand.
Somewhat taken aback the man reached behind him and plucked a key off a board. Jasmine snatched it from him and read the number on the large wooden label. Then, without another word she turned and, hand in hand, she marched across to the lift in the corner. As the door closed behind them, she gave a little chuckle.
“What a rude man,” she commented.
Katy said nothing but simply nodded in agreement. They continued in silence as the rickety machine lifted them to the second floor. It wasn’t difficult to find their room and once inside, with the door closed Jasmine sat on the large double bed, the only one in the room, and sighed.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a long and busy day. I’m ready for bed. Now, my dear, please don’t take this the wrong way but might I suggest you take a shower first? I don’t want to be rude, but my guess is that its been a while …”
Katy blushed deep pink and looked down at the shabby carpet. In truth it had been far too long, and she had learned to ignore her own smell. Suddenly she had an overwhelming desire to feel clean and fresh.
“Is that okay, miss, can I really?” the girl’s voice was bright with hope and gratitude.
“Of course, you may, in fact I insist upon it,” said Jasmine, grinning at her, “and, please, call me Jasmine. Give me a shout if there aren’t enough towels. I can call down for some more.”
Katy almost skipped across the room to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Faintly Jasmine could hear the shower begin to flow. She smiled to herself. She realised how strange it must have been for the man at reception. Two women of different ages arriving at the hotel, without luggage and demanding a change to a double room. She was pleased at how Katy had made no reaction, as if she was expecting them to share.
Jasmine stripped off her clothes. The decision to stopover and not do the long drive home had been taken at the last minute and she had come unprepared and she had already resigned herself to sleeping naked. Her new friend was only a slight added complication and she simply shrugged her shoulders and climbed into bed. Despite her age she was still trim and fit, and her small breasts showed little sign of sag unlike many women of the same age. Be thankful for small mercies she joked to herself. She sat up in bed, the covers tucked around her waist and waited patiently for her guest to reappear.
There was a long and frustrating pause between the shower being turned off and the door opening. Katy emerged wrapped in a white towel that just about covered her and drying her hair with a second one. She was well into the room before she looked up and immediately stopped what she was doing. The last thing she expected was to see Jasmine sat up, blatantly exposing herself, seeming not to care and with a kindly smile on her face. She quickly went back to rubbing her head trying to take sneaky looks through the curtain of her hair.
She had never had a problem with being naked and what she could see was a woman for whom the years had been extremely kind. She guessed there was at least thirty years between their ages, but she was cool with that. In her short but crazy life she wouldn’t be the oldest she’d ever had a fling with and Katy had to admit she looked very sexy, sat there showing off her boobs. It can only have been for her benefit and sent out an obvious message. A sort of ‘your share of the room rent’ type of message. Okay she could live with that. She flung the towel aside and tossed her still damp hair back from her face and looked Jasmine in the eye. Then she untucked the towel she wore as a shield and let it fall to the floor.
“Under the grime you are even prettier than I had thought,” Jasmine said softly, as she pulled the bed covers aside invitingly.
Without hesitation Katy climbed into bed beside her and pulled the covers over herself trying to hide her nakedness. Jasmine reached across and pulled the bed clothes back down. Something about her action stopped Katy from trying to hide herself and she sat back and let Jasmine gaze at her.
“You shouldn’t hide such pretty breasts,” she said, as she reached over and ran a single finger delicately across her soft skin. “So soft and warm,” she said as she cupped one of her breasts.
Katy had stiffened with nerves when Jasmine first touched her but as the hand grew bolder, she started to relax. In her time on the streets she had learned to put up with the men she met and their assumptions about her, but her heart was always with the women she met. The touch of a woman was always gentle as if they were delighting in bringing joy as well as taking it. This felt even more true with Jasmine as her hands continued their worship of Katy’s breasts.
Little by little she also pushed the covers down the bed until she could kick it free of them. As Jasmine continued to toy with Katy’s nipples, rolling and rubbing them until they stood out hard and firm, she looked along the length of her body. She looked skinny almost to the point of undernourished. It had a pallor that saddened her. She glanced at her own body in comparison and realized that she hadn’t treated it with the respect it deserved. The thought of going on a diet and taking exercise flashed through her mind briefly before she turned her attention back to Katy. That would be something to consider later.
She was pleased to see that Katy was a girl who, in better times, was an habitual shaver between her legs. It had obviously been some time and some slight hair was beginning to sprout. She could be forgiven for that. Usually Jasmine would insist on her girl’s being meticulously shaven, but this was an unusual situation. She had been waxed only the day before and was pink and nakedly inviting. Jasmine found Katy’s hand that lay trapped between them and gently pulled it free. She guided it to her pussy and slowly spread her legs. She was already wet, and the girl’s fingers slipped easily between her lips as she worked her nipple even harder. The harder she squeezed and pinched the deeper Katy explored inside her.
It took very little force to persuade Katy’s head lower. A brief excursion across her breast, a little tonguing of her navel and then her mouth joined forces with her hand. Ahh, and what a combination they made together. It seemed to have been ages for both of them. Jasmine was no shrinking violet, but it had been far too long since her last adventure. Now, as the fingers delved inside her and the tongue toyed and played on the outside she surrendered to the simple pleasure. Deep within her she felt the familiar pressure grow. It started like a deep rumble, a forewarning of greater things to come. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, it grew louder until it was almost deafening. And then, it would no longer be denied but burst upon the world in a deluge of emotions. She pushed Katy’s head forcibly into her pussy, cutting off her air, as her juices flowed with unexpected profusion.
Little by little she relaxed, and she heard Katy gasp a lungful of air. A hand, gentle but firm, on the nape of her neck kept her in place and she did not fail. Once she had her breath back, fingers started beating out a rhythm once more and lips and tongue played with her clit. This time Jasmine had less distance to travel towards her climax, but the journey was slower, and she could enjoy the sensory scenery along the way. The dampness of Katy’s hair against her thighs paired with the dampness of the sheet beneath her. The soft squidgy noises as fingers dived and surfaced. The lapping of the tongue as it travelled from one end to the other. She was almost sad to see her destination. Then, in a rush, it was upon her. More intense the second time around. Both higher and deeper. Her body stiffened and her back arched and Katy had to hold on as Jasmine gushed over her.
A silence filled the room. Jasmine was suddenly fearful that she had been too noisy, but she ignored her concern and lay in the warm afterglow. Katy too, lay still, the fingers still inside Jasmine, lying calm and relaxed. Her lips, pursed in a kiss, rested gently on her wet pussy. It was Jasmine who stirred first, easing the stiffness in her legs, signalling to Katy that she was free to move. Slowly she climbed up the figure above her, turning as she did so, until she lay back, half sitting between Jasmine’s widespread thighs. She felt a strange comfort in the damp, soiled sheets against her buttocks. She let her head fall back to rest on Jasmine’s shoulder and smiled.
An arm slipped around her in a gentle embrace while a hand drifted down to her nipples, still sensitive from their recent rough handling. This time the fingers were soft and delicate, bringing comfort. She was almost sorry when the playful fingers moved on as she knew they would. She blushed as she sensed them sliding coarsely over her stubble, and then … they arrived. She could feel that she was already oozing, adding to the dampness of the sheet beneath her and the fingers slid into her readily. All the tension of recent days drifted away, all the fears and the loneliness banished. Everything arrived at this focal point in a sudden rush. Her body stiffened and exploded. She barely registered the tightening of the arm around her neck.
Jasmine lay quietly until the girl stopped thrashing. She liked to think it was her orgasm that made her jerk so violently and not her death throes. She desperately wanted her to be happy, for that so familiar wave of joy to be her final thought, the lasting memory that she would take with her forever. Slowly she relaxed her arm and the girl’s head flopped sideways. She rolled her to one side, pulling her own leg out of the way. She groped at the bottom of the bed and found the duvet and pulled it over herself. With great care and affection, she covered the girl beside her before turning off the light, turning onto her side facing away and falling asleep.
In the morning she simply got up, had a shower, dressed and went downstairs, carefully shutting the door behind her and leaving the key on the bedside table. There was a different man behind the desk in the lobby and she explained that her companion would be staying another night and had asked not to be disturbed. Then she left and walked the short distance to the central car park and drove away.
A woman’s loud voice filled the alleyway and drowned out the sound of the girl’s struggle. The man holding her stopped in his tracks and looked round.
Jasmine was not a large woman, nor was she particularly young, but she had a presence that could not be ignored. She was also carrying a weighty looking walking stick. She had no need for it, she could walk perfectly well unaided, but she carried it purely as an affectation and for times like this. As the man worked out where the voice had come from and to who it belonged, she shifted the heavy stick from one hand to the other with a subtle menace.
“Take your hands off her, at once.”
Again, the voice was commanding and made him hesitate. Jasmine could see the doubt creep across his face. The slight figure at the entrance to the alley gave him an unflinching stare, daring him to defy her.
“I caught her stealing,” said the man weakly, trying to justify his action.
“And I have just caught you assaulting her. Which do you think the police would prefer to deal with?”
The man’s hands loosened their grip on the girl just enough for her to wriggle and pull herself free. She stumbled two steps away and stood with her back to the wall. Like a frightened a****l she glanced from one to the other, unsure where to place her trust. The woman ignored her and continued to stare at the man.
“I suggest you crawl back into whatever disgusting hole you crawled out of before I call the police,” she said with a voice that held a quiet menace.
As she spoke, she reached into the pocket of her coat and took out an old and very out of date, mobile phone. She glanced at it and pressed a button. The screen came to life and its eery glow lit up her face.
“Well?” she asked, “what is it to be?”
With a shrug the man turned and went through a door. It was obviously not worth the bother. The woman put her phone back in her pocket and turned her attention to the girl.
“What was that all about?” she asked, “have you been stealing?”
“Only from the bin,” replied the girl, pointing to a large wheelie bin pushed against the wall opposite, “they often chuck good food in there.”
Her voice was small, and she was clearly still unsure of the situation. The woman smiled reassuringly at her.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, and the girl nodded. “Then let us go and eat. But I suggest we choose a different restaurant.”
Even in the gloom of the alley the girl could see the twinkle of humour in the woman’s eyes and the frivolity of her comment. She smiled back at the woman and began to feel more relaxed. When the woman stepped aside and beckoned her forward, she did so. She was glad to get away from the alley. The orange streetlights were a relief from the darkness.
“Burger, pizza or Chinese?”
“Pardon?”
“Which would you prefer. There’s a burger place just opposite and a pizza place just down the road. I’m sure there’s a Chinese around here somewhere. Your choice.”
“You mean …?”
“Yes, girl, I’m offering you food. Now, make your mind up.”
“Oh,” said the girl, still slightly confused, “p-p-pizza?”
“Pizza it is. Come along then.”
With that the woman strode off in the direction she had pointed to when she first mentioned pizza. Not knowing what else to do and with the prospect of some food inside her the girl hurried after her. The brightly lit pizza take-away was only a short distance away and the woman waited with her hand on the door giving the girl time to catch up. She slowed as she approached and seemed reluctant to go inside. Out here the light from the shop was bright and garish, and she felt exposed and vulnerable. Some instinct in the woman allowed her to work out the girl’s evident distress.
“Any preference?” she asked, “personally I like anchovies but not everyone does.”
“P-p-pepp …” the girl managed to stutter out.
“Ok, pepperoni it is. You wait here while I go and order.”
Without another word she pushed open the door and disappeared inside. The girl shrank back into the doorway of the shop next door trying to hide. She had caught a glimpse of herself in the window of a shop and realised what a state she was in. She had been homeless for a few weeks and, apart from the occasional few days of sofa surfing, she had slept wherever she could find shelter and where she felt even slightly safe. She hadn’t washed herself or brushed her hair for days and she was sure she stank but there was little she could do about it.
She also wondered what the strange woman would want in return for her generosity. She had grown used to being propositioned on the streets, usually by men offering her money in return for her services but she had always told them no. She refused to think that she had sunk so low that she had to sell her body. She had met a few girls in the past weeks who had done just that, and she was determined not to join them. She had also steadfastly refused their offers of d**gs even though she knew they would take away her current misery.
There was a ‘ting’ as the pizza door opened, and the woman stepped back onto the pavement carrying two pizza boxes. She looked around trying to find the girl and was beginning to become annoyed thinking she had run off before she saw her shyly emerge from the shop doorway. She greeted her with a smile and held aloft the two boxes with a look of triumph.
“Shall we go and sit there?” she asked gesturing to a bench on the other side of the street. Without waiting for a reply, she stepped up to the kerb, looked in both directions and headed across the road, her walking stick tap-tapping. The girl, torn between trying to stay hidden and the lure of food, trotted after her. She sat on the far end of the bench as the woman looked inside the first box and laid it on the bench between them. A glance inside the second box and she held it out to the girl before picking up the other box and opening it wide. The smell of tomatoes and cheese filled the air around them like an aura. The girl could wait no longer and lifted the lid on her box. All inhibitions now gone she pulled a slice free and started to eat voraciously. The woman smiled to herself and also picked out a slice but more slowly and with delicacy. For a time, they both sat in silence, absorbed in their food, and watching the few people who were wandering up and down. After her third slice the woman closed her box and sighed contentedly.
“That was good,” she said smiling, “How was yours? Oh, finished already? You must have been hungry.” There was no hint of taunting in the woman’s voice just the sense of genuine concern. She held out her own box to the girl.
“There’s a little left in there,” she said, “and it’s quite safe, I decided to go without the anchovies tonight,” and she gave a little giggle as the girl took the box and began to eat what was left.
“We haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Jasmine, but everyone calls me Jazz.”
“I’m Katy,” the girl replied, her mouth still full of pizza.
The woman leaned sideways and held out her hand. “I’m pleased to meet you Katy even if the circumstances were a little … strange.”
The girl’s hand was sticky with sauce from the pizza and she hurriedly wiped her hands on her tattered jeans before taking the offered hand and shaking it.
“Excuse me for being forward, Katy, but where are you staying tonight?”
Katy had been half expecting this question. The offer of a comfortable night in return for ‘favours’. She’d heard it many times before but this time she was shocked by the reply when she told her benefactor that she had nowhere.
“Strangely enough, neither have I,” said the woman, “I was just on my way to find somewhere when I stumbled across you having that … ‘altercation’. I hope that you don’t think this is too forward, but I have been booked into a small hotel just down the road. I haven’t yet been there but there is a room reserved for me. Please feel free to say no but may I offer you a share in a room for the night?”
Katy looked at her new friend unsure what to do. The offer had been put to her in a way so different that she was confused. Usually there was a gruffness and an expectation in such offers as if a refusal was the last thing on their mind. This time it seemed that a refusal would simply be accepted without any recriminations. This time it felt genuine. And, besides, she had begun to like the woman even if she still remained a stranger.
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all, my dear. Besides, and I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, you look like you could do with a decent night’s sleep, out of harm’s way.”
The woman grinned widely, and Katy sensed the warmth in her voice. The thought of sleeping in a soft bed was too tempting and the chance of a hot shower and to wash her hair was overwhelming. She really had no choice.
“Yes, please,” and she smiled back in gratitude. She could live with whatever the woman wanted in return just for the chance of feeling clean and fresh again.
“Then let us go. I’m told its just up here.”
The woman rose from the bench and stood waiting. Katy also stood up still clutching the two pizza boxes. She looked around and spotted a litter bin a little further down the street and started to walk towards it. This time it was the woman who followed. She caught her up as she was discarding her rubbish and linked arms with her. Katy was initially startled by the physical contact but then had a sort of ‘wtf’ moment and let it be. Together they walked along the road to wherever fortune might take them.
The neon sign hanging over the street and the change in pace of the woman clinging on to Katy’s arm alerted her to the fact that they had reached their goal. She tried to hang back as the woman gripped the door handle, but she firmly took Katy’s hand and pulled her in behind her. The lobby was small but neat and a man in casual dress sat behind a mahogany counter. The woman marched up to him purposefully.
“I have a room booked, name of Blake,” she announced giving the name she sometimes used.
The man exuded an air of not caring as he tapped a couple of keys of the computer in front of him.
“Ms. Blake,” he read from the screen, “yes, a single room.”
“My, errr, niece will also be staying, do you have a double?”
A sneer crossed the man’s face as he looked Katy up and down. He was clearly thinking that aunt and niece were far from the truth, but he consulted the computer once more.
“Yes, we do,” he said looking at them with disdain.
“We’ll take it,” said the woman curtly, “and I will ask you to take that smirk off your face unless you want me to send a stern letter to the manager. My key?” She held out her hand.
Somewhat taken aback the man reached behind him and plucked a key off a board. Jasmine snatched it from him and read the number on the large wooden label. Then, without another word she turned and, hand in hand, she marched across to the lift in the corner. As the door closed behind them, she gave a little chuckle.
“What a rude man,” she commented.
Katy said nothing but simply nodded in agreement. They continued in silence as the rickety machine lifted them to the second floor. It wasn’t difficult to find their room and once inside, with the door closed Jasmine sat on the large double bed, the only one in the room, and sighed.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a long and busy day. I’m ready for bed. Now, my dear, please don’t take this the wrong way but might I suggest you take a shower first? I don’t want to be rude, but my guess is that its been a while …”
Katy blushed deep pink and looked down at the shabby carpet. In truth it had been far too long, and she had learned to ignore her own smell. Suddenly she had an overwhelming desire to feel clean and fresh.
“Is that okay, miss, can I really?” the girl’s voice was bright with hope and gratitude.
“Of course, you may, in fact I insist upon it,” said Jasmine, grinning at her, “and, please, call me Jasmine. Give me a shout if there aren’t enough towels. I can call down for some more.”
Katy almost skipped across the room to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Faintly Jasmine could hear the shower begin to flow. She smiled to herself. She realised how strange it must have been for the man at reception. Two women of different ages arriving at the hotel, without luggage and demanding a change to a double room. She was pleased at how Katy had made no reaction, as if she was expecting them to share.
Jasmine stripped off her clothes. The decision to stopover and not do the long drive home had been taken at the last minute and she had come unprepared and she had already resigned herself to sleeping naked. Her new friend was only a slight added complication and she simply shrugged her shoulders and climbed into bed. Despite her age she was still trim and fit, and her small breasts showed little sign of sag unlike many women of the same age. Be thankful for small mercies she joked to herself. She sat up in bed, the covers tucked around her waist and waited patiently for her guest to reappear.
There was a long and frustrating pause between the shower being turned off and the door opening. Katy emerged wrapped in a white towel that just about covered her and drying her hair with a second one. She was well into the room before she looked up and immediately stopped what she was doing. The last thing she expected was to see Jasmine sat up, blatantly exposing herself, seeming not to care and with a kindly smile on her face. She quickly went back to rubbing her head trying to take sneaky looks through the curtain of her hair.
She had never had a problem with being naked and what she could see was a woman for whom the years had been extremely kind. She guessed there was at least thirty years between their ages, but she was cool with that. In her short but crazy life she wouldn’t be the oldest she’d ever had a fling with and Katy had to admit she looked very sexy, sat there showing off her boobs. It can only have been for her benefit and sent out an obvious message. A sort of ‘your share of the room rent’ type of message. Okay she could live with that. She flung the towel aside and tossed her still damp hair back from her face and looked Jasmine in the eye. Then she untucked the towel she wore as a shield and let it fall to the floor.
“Under the grime you are even prettier than I had thought,” Jasmine said softly, as she pulled the bed covers aside invitingly.
Without hesitation Katy climbed into bed beside her and pulled the covers over herself trying to hide her nakedness. Jasmine reached across and pulled the bed clothes back down. Something about her action stopped Katy from trying to hide herself and she sat back and let Jasmine gaze at her.
“You shouldn’t hide such pretty breasts,” she said, as she reached over and ran a single finger delicately across her soft skin. “So soft and warm,” she said as she cupped one of her breasts.
Katy had stiffened with nerves when Jasmine first touched her but as the hand grew bolder, she started to relax. In her time on the streets she had learned to put up with the men she met and their assumptions about her, but her heart was always with the women she met. The touch of a woman was always gentle as if they were delighting in bringing joy as well as taking it. This felt even more true with Jasmine as her hands continued their worship of Katy’s breasts.
Little by little she also pushed the covers down the bed until she could kick it free of them. As Jasmine continued to toy with Katy’s nipples, rolling and rubbing them until they stood out hard and firm, she looked along the length of her body. She looked skinny almost to the point of undernourished. It had a pallor that saddened her. She glanced at her own body in comparison and realized that she hadn’t treated it with the respect it deserved. The thought of going on a diet and taking exercise flashed through her mind briefly before she turned her attention back to Katy. That would be something to consider later.
She was pleased to see that Katy was a girl who, in better times, was an habitual shaver between her legs. It had obviously been some time and some slight hair was beginning to sprout. She could be forgiven for that. Usually Jasmine would insist on her girl’s being meticulously shaven, but this was an unusual situation. She had been waxed only the day before and was pink and nakedly inviting. Jasmine found Katy’s hand that lay trapped between them and gently pulled it free. She guided it to her pussy and slowly spread her legs. She was already wet, and the girl’s fingers slipped easily between her lips as she worked her nipple even harder. The harder she squeezed and pinched the deeper Katy explored inside her.
It took very little force to persuade Katy’s head lower. A brief excursion across her breast, a little tonguing of her navel and then her mouth joined forces with her hand. Ahh, and what a combination they made together. It seemed to have been ages for both of them. Jasmine was no shrinking violet, but it had been far too long since her last adventure. Now, as the fingers delved inside her and the tongue toyed and played on the outside she surrendered to the simple pleasure. Deep within her she felt the familiar pressure grow. It started like a deep rumble, a forewarning of greater things to come. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, it grew louder until it was almost deafening. And then, it would no longer be denied but burst upon the world in a deluge of emotions. She pushed Katy’s head forcibly into her pussy, cutting off her air, as her juices flowed with unexpected profusion.
Little by little she relaxed, and she heard Katy gasp a lungful of air. A hand, gentle but firm, on the nape of her neck kept her in place and she did not fail. Once she had her breath back, fingers started beating out a rhythm once more and lips and tongue played with her clit. This time Jasmine had less distance to travel towards her climax, but the journey was slower, and she could enjoy the sensory scenery along the way. The dampness of Katy’s hair against her thighs paired with the dampness of the sheet beneath her. The soft squidgy noises as fingers dived and surfaced. The lapping of the tongue as it travelled from one end to the other. She was almost sad to see her destination. Then, in a rush, it was upon her. More intense the second time around. Both higher and deeper. Her body stiffened and her back arched and Katy had to hold on as Jasmine gushed over her.
A silence filled the room. Jasmine was suddenly fearful that she had been too noisy, but she ignored her concern and lay in the warm afterglow. Katy too, lay still, the fingers still inside Jasmine, lying calm and relaxed. Her lips, pursed in a kiss, rested gently on her wet pussy. It was Jasmine who stirred first, easing the stiffness in her legs, signalling to Katy that she was free to move. Slowly she climbed up the figure above her, turning as she did so, until she lay back, half sitting between Jasmine’s widespread thighs. She felt a strange comfort in the damp, soiled sheets against her buttocks. She let her head fall back to rest on Jasmine’s shoulder and smiled.
An arm slipped around her in a gentle embrace while a hand drifted down to her nipples, still sensitive from their recent rough handling. This time the fingers were soft and delicate, bringing comfort. She was almost sorry when the playful fingers moved on as she knew they would. She blushed as she sensed them sliding coarsely over her stubble, and then … they arrived. She could feel that she was already oozing, adding to the dampness of the sheet beneath her and the fingers slid into her readily. All the tension of recent days drifted away, all the fears and the loneliness banished. Everything arrived at this focal point in a sudden rush. Her body stiffened and exploded. She barely registered the tightening of the arm around her neck.
Jasmine lay quietly until the girl stopped thrashing. She liked to think it was her orgasm that made her jerk so violently and not her death throes. She desperately wanted her to be happy, for that so familiar wave of joy to be her final thought, the lasting memory that she would take with her forever. Slowly she relaxed her arm and the girl’s head flopped sideways. She rolled her to one side, pulling her own leg out of the way. She groped at the bottom of the bed and found the duvet and pulled it over herself. With great care and affection, she covered the girl beside her before turning off the light, turning onto her side facing away and falling asleep.
In the morning she simply got up, had a shower, dressed and went downstairs, carefully shutting the door behind her and leaving the key on the bedside table. There was a different man behind the desk in the lobby and she explained that her companion would be staying another night and had asked not to be disturbed. Then she left and walked the short distance to the central car park and drove away.
Elissa
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