Tell Laura Chapter 10
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Laura
I could feel him pushing the ring down my finger as we kissed. It was slow, steady but inevitable, just as our relationship had been. I just hadn’t expected it to happen when we came away. These last couple of days had been a whirlwind after crossing that last line. It felt like we were fulfilling a destiny of sorts. However, I needed it to be different. I broke off the kiss and pulled back, holding Tommy’s eyes and hands.
“Not like this Tommy,” I put my finger on his lips. “Shhh, will you trust me?”
“Of course.”
I took the ring and put it back on my right hand, then took Tommy’s hand giving it a squeeze. Holding onto it and picking up our bag, I stood up, with Tommy following my lead. We made our way back to the hotel and followed our usual routine of jumping in the shower and cleaning each other off from the day.
We dried off and I walked out of the bathroom naked and yes, I did make sure my hips moved just a little more. I slipped on mum’s wedding ring and put the bracelet Tommy had bought me around my wrist. I stayed next to the dresser, tapping my fingers on the wood, waiting. Tommy had watched all this and was leaning against the doorframe leading to the bathroom still.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
I felt myself flush a little, “So do you.”
He let out a short laugh, “Beautiful?”
“Yes, and I’m not the only one to think so.”
He strolled over and picked up mum’s engagement ring. After fiddling and inspecting it for a minute, he looked at me.
“Now?”
“I don’t know, it depends on what you want to ask.”
“I don’t know. Ha! It was simple out on the rocks; don’t talk, just do.”
“Hmm, indeed. There’s one good reason to wait. We need to decide properly what questions to ask before we can start to give answers.”
Tommy started laughing, “You’re not a mouse, are you?”
I just looked at him blankly.
“Hitchhikers? Forty-two was the answer, but they asked the wrong question, so Earth was commissioned?”
“What the fuck are you going on about?”
“Aww, bless. Let my big sister’s dork training begin!”
Tommy took my hand and picked up my laptop. With both of us still naked, he walked out to the balcony. He downloaded a couple of books for me, then got his tome and sat down next to me with his feet up on one of the other chairs.
I’m not sure how long we were out there, but when a shiver ran through me, I realised it was now dusk and we were still sitting naked on the balcony. I nudged Tommy who looked up from his reading and smiled.
“Dinner?”
We got dressed and went to the restaurant, followed by a beer by the pool. Our friends from the previous night were there, but there was no repeat show. They waved from where they were sitting, but there was no indication to join them. I was quite happy about this as it gave me the chance to talk to Tommy about the book. During the discussion, I found out it is a trilogy in five parts with a sixth part being written after the author’s death. Tommy said the last book wasn’t great but was classic Adams irony.
Nothing more was said about the rings that night or the rest of the trip. After a couple of beers, we took a walk along the beach. Hand in hand, in the edge of the water, with each other was a wonderful experience until a shooting pain ran through my foot. I half crumpled and Tommy caught me, the pain had spread up my leg.
He picked me up and carried me to one of the loungers and looked at my foot. He took his t-shirt off and wrapped it around my foot before scooping me up again and jogged back to the hotel. In the lobby, I could see his top was soaked with blood and he called for the first aider, who in turn called for an ambulance. While waiting she re-wrapped my foot with fresh bandages.
No one will know if it was left on the beach or washed up, but I had managed to find a broken bottle with my foot. I needed fifteen stitches along my sole and could not walk on it for at least a week. So that was that, the last few days we spent lounging around the hotel, I couldn’t drink alcohol due to the pain killers, these, in turn, kept me drowsy. I would read a little and doze off for an hour, waking up to find the laptop closed on the table next to me.
Tommy made a good nurse, taking care to wrap my foot and lift me into the shower each morning. He would then wash and dry me before applying the various lotions I wanted or needed. I had a pair of crutches from the hospital and used them as much as possible, knowing I would still need them at home. Tommy made sure I was kept hydrated and fed and would not leave my side.
A few days later we were sitting in the departure lounge of the airport ready to return home. Terry and my date were both civil and along with the others checked on my progress. It was quite nice getting the attention, including having our bags carried and a wheelchair at the airport. I slept through the flight and we were back at Heathrow before I knew it, where I got another wheelchair. Tommy ordered a taxi for us and after saying our goodbyes he helped me into it.
We pulled up at our house, Tommy paid the driver and asked him to start taking our bags to the door. He then went and opened it, leaving me in the car.
Tommy
As I turned to go and help her out of the car, Laura was already struggling and looking daggers at me.
“What?” I asked as I walked back.
She seemed to realise her mistake and for half a second I thought she was going to back down.
“You, leaving me stranded in the car, swanning off and opening the house with no regard….”
I pinned her against the car, holding her head and kissing her deep and hard. When she put her arms around my neck, I lifted her and carried her into the house.
“I’m making a habit of this aren’t I?”
“Uhuh,” she smiled back at me.
I put her down in the living room and went back to help the driver and get the stuff indoors.
“Sorry about that, mate. Sometimes it’s the only way to shut her up.”
He just smiled and nodded.
After I had the bags in the hallway, I went into the kitchen, put the kettle on and started preparing a couple of coffees. As soon as I opened the fridge, I remembered we had nothing in.
“Balls!”
“You alright?”
I put my head into the living room, “You okay if I pop out for half-hour? We have no food.”
Laura nodded and so I put my shoes back on, grabbed my car keys and went to the shops.
On the way out, I phoned the local take away and ordered some food; more than enough, I was planning on leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I took a little longer than I had said and when I walked in and put my head into the front room, I saw Laura had dozed off in the chair. With a smile, I put the groceries away, plated the dinner and made the long-overdue coffees.
“Shift your fat arse!” I said as I walked in with the tray.
“Huh, what? I wasn’t sleeping, just resting my eyes.”
Laura pushed herself up and over, then took the coffees so I could sit down. Although I dished up on two plates, the advantage of sharing the chair was that we could just eat off of each other’s as if it were on one. After I got two bowls, starting with shop-bought apple pie (I know, but we were just back from holiday), these were heated, and then large scoops of vanilla ice cream were added. I opposed this on top of the pie with a dollop (yes, that is an official measure) of clotted cream. Then a handful of mixed nuts and dried fruit and all topped off with a generous helping of cinnamon and mixed spices. To go with this, I also made us a cup of hot chocolate, each with a little more cream floating on top.
“Oh god, Tommy! Oh, and they had some clotted cream. You know, some days, I could almost appreciate having a little brother.”
Just as I was handing the bowl to Laura, I pulled back, “Or, I could just sit and scoff in front of you.”
It was the sort of pudding we had as kids, especially during winter. The warmth of the back and forth between Laura and me filled my heart and I couldn’t help smiling and kissing her on the cheek as I finally handed over her bowl. When I returned with my cup and bowl, Laura was sitting looking at me with half a smile on her face.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes, very. Very okay. Shh, it’s proper English when I say it.”
We grinned and I pushed in next to her again. It was a simple evening, but a good one, just us, no outside influence, no pressure of work or anything else.
When we were finished eating, I collected the bowls and took them to the kitchen; returning with a washing up bowl of warm salty water. Kneeling in front of Laura, I took off her dressing, which somehow had found its way most of the way up her thigh on the inside. That was the impression I got, so I just had to check with my hand to make sure it was all off.
“Commando?” I asked, Laura just blushed in response.
“How long?” she blushed deeper.
“All day?” she finally replied, and I started chuckling.
“You’re a very naughty girl.” Laura just grinned back at me.
Once the dressing was all off, I put her foot in the water to soak. I went back out to the kitchen, cleaned up our plates and put them away. Put the leftovers in the fridge and finally returned to the living room.
Laura
Before I had a chance to say anything, he was on his knees by my foot, again. He had retrieved a towel and fresh bandages which he put on the floor. Tommy folded the towel that he had brought in and put it over his leg. Then he carefully lifted my foot out of the water. Before he placed it gently on his thigh, he looked at the sole. I watched him work, wrapping my foot and drying each toe individually, carefully underneath them and softly in between. Tommy followed this by wiping down the instep several times.
Accidentally or otherwise he had knelt on the outside of the bowl and had put my foot on his outside leg. This had the effect of opening me up to him. The realisation of my vulnerability sent a small shudder through me.
Once he had finished drying the rest of my foot, he lifted it and dabbed around the actual wound. He then dressed my foot and bandaged it up. As he finished, his hand ran along my calf, lifting my foot and he kissed my big toe. What I hadn’t noticed until he smiled and nodded in the direction was that my skirt had pulled back some more. I could feel my belly tightening and that familiar tingling working its way down to my pussy.
Tommy pushed the bowl of water aside and reached to the side of the recliner and lowered the footrest. He had held onto my foot and once again, kissed the top of my toes, the instep was now bandaged so he skipped that and kissed the inside of my ankle.
“You should keep that foot up,” he said and then put it onto his shoulder.
I suddenly felt shy and pulled my other knee across and pushed my skirt down to try and preserve some of my modesty. Tommy didn’t seem to notice and kissed my calf, but then put his hand on my knee and pushed it out. He then turned his face to me with a stern look, he gently slapped the back of my hand which was holding my skirt. He held my gaze for a second longer and then turned and kissed my thigh, just above my knee.
“Do you need to rest your other foot?” he asked.
“Uhuh?” I half-answered, half-mumbled, half-questioned.
A smile crossed his face as he lifted my other foot, kissing my ankle and calf, before putting that over his other shoulder. Tommy wrapped his arms under and around my thighs and ran his hands from my knees to the bottom of my skirt, where it now sat. He didn’t push it further but turned his head and sat up a little in his kneeling position.
He kept rubbing his hands up and down, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Sometimes he would drag his fingertips or nails along them. Sometimes it was the top, or the sides or under, but never the inside; the inside was reserved for his mouth as he kissed and licked closer and closer to me.
As he moved closer his shoulders moved under my thighs, and when he kissed about half-way along my thigh, he tugged me forward a little. It was then I realised the position I was now sitting in, hips at the edge of the seat, thighs angled up from the seat at about forty-five degrees. I was defenceless. In a mirror of his action, I put my hand on his head and rubbed down the side of his cheek. Tommy looked up at me and smiled.
He then raised his eyebrows a fraction, I nodded and smiled in response to his question. He took my hand and reached out for my other, which I gave him. He sat up a fraction more, which lifted my bum off the seat, and he put my hands under it; before lowering himself and thus my bum onto them.
With this last move, my skirt had finally fallen right back and no matter where he was in the room, I would have been visible to him. A shudder ran through me at this thought. I glanced over at the sofa and imagined how this would feel if Pink and Stripe were sat there, triggering another shudder. Then Kazumi appeared at the doorway, like before, with her hands between her legs. The image of Kazumi faded and vanished, and my mind was filled with every feeling I held for Tommy. I could almost physically feel my heart swelling in my chest filling with even more love.
Finally, the tingling and shuddering, conspired and pushed out from my pussy and sent a wave up my back, causing me to arch into a small orgasm. As I was coming down, I noticed Tommy had put his hand on my belly to hold me down and was right at the top of my thigh. Then I felt pressure on my pussy, pushing forward and then moving up. Closer and closer to my clit, my thighs tensed in anticipation, I felt them being held, held apart, keeping me open to Tommy. My eyes darted about but it was Tommy holding them. Then his tongue reached my clit, my hips thrust into his face, releasing my hands which grabbed handfuls of his hair and pulled him to me.
With my eyes squeezed tightly shut and my shoulders the only thing touching the chair I heard someone scream, “Oh. My. Fucking. God. Yes!”
There was a sudden smarting in my bum and my hands were moved back to where they were. Tommy put an arm across my waist, pushing down. I felt his finger around the bottom of my pussy, parting my lips, moving slowly in small circles. His tongue was moving in small circles around and over my clit. I could feel my spine was still spasming from my big orgasm, my breath was coming in pants and then his finger entered me.
Tommy didn’t pause with his invasion; he pulled his finger back and I felt he had added more as he pushed back in. As he pushed in, they twisted inside me and then he pulled back scraping over my g-spot. I was just about settled when he sucked my clit into his mouth and while he was pushing up from inside his other hand pushed down on my mound. The sensations exploded through me; my legs stiffened as my fingers dug into my cheeks. I sat upright and in doing so my hands pulled my cheeks apart letting my fingers touch my bum.
I woke up and Tommy was sat cradling me, stroking my hair. I opened my eyes and looked into his smiling face. I smiled back but knew it was weak and I rested my head on his chest.
“Welcome back,” he said. “Okay?”
“Uhuh,” I nodded.
“You passed out.”
“Uhuh.”
“Has that happened before?”
“Uh-uh. It was nice.”
I knew I had a bit of a daft smile on my face, this changed to a grin when I felt my pillow swell by a couple of inches. I reached up and patted Tommy’s chest and then snuggled in a bit more, feeling his arm pulling tighter around me. We were home, we were safe physically, and more importantly, we were safe emotionally. It wasn’t the orgasm that told me we were safe as a couple it was how he was holding me.
Tommy
A first for me and seemed for Laura too. I’m not quite sure the exact ingredients, but when Laura came for the last time, I was surprised and concerned. You hear the myths, the whispered stories, the ten million men on the internet that manage it every single time. When she collapsed back on the chair, her eyes were shut and her limbs limp. I was up next to her in a flash, but relaxed when I saw her chest moving up and down steadily, drawing in life-giving oxygen. I squeezed in next to her and carefully lifted her onto my lap and started to stroke her hair as she came around.
Laura was off on another planet, even two-syllable answers were hard work for her. Sitting in silence holding her, life was better than good. It was then that Laura’s fingers started to move down my chest, further and further. She put it flat on my belly and cuddled into me before pushing it, fingers first, down my leg. Then she pulled it back up this time over my dick, palm first, then curling her fingers and dragging them over.
I could not see if she was looking but she did not look at me either. When her fingers reached my waistband, she popped the button and pulled the zip down. She reached inside rubbing her fingers along me through my fly before taking hold of it and pulling it out. Of course, I was pretty hard already and after a few strokes, I could feel myself throbbing in her hand.
Laura turned her head and looked up at me with a grin. Still holding my dick, she twisted in my lap and threw one of her legs over me. She held me totally upright and looked me in the eye while kneeling over me. I rested my hands on her thighs and waited, though I could feel a smirk growing. Everything was being done in slow motion now. Laura ran her hand down and back up and then down again; she then started to sit back on her heels, gasping when we touched. She rubbed me along the length of her pussy, lining me up with herself and without breaking eye contact, eased onto me.
As she started to lower herself, I ran my hands along her thighs over her skirt and around her waist. It was my turn to pop her button and undo her zip. I pushed my hands up the back of her t-shirt until I found her bra-strap. With a flick of my fingers, it was undone, and I brought my hands around to the front with my thumbs under the edge of the material.
Her t-shirt rode up along my arms, bunching around my wrists. With her tits hanging out from under the bunched up material, I put my arms around her and pulled her forward. Laura closed her eyes and I could see she was expecting a kiss. Instead, I grabbed hold of her top and bra and pulled them off. Putting a hand in the middle of her chest I pushed her upright again.
Laura wasn’t riding up and down, she was grinding against me, working for herself and moaning along with it. When she sat up again, one of her hands went between her legs and I could see she was pushing on her mound along with having a finger on her clit. Her other hand disappeared behind her and as her head flopped back, I guessed what she was up to. I took hold of her nipples and squeezed them. As Laura moaned more, I squeezed harder, finally getting a little yelp and her attention.
I put my hands on the top of her arms and slid down to her wrists. I pulled her arms out to the side a little and repositioned them on her hips. Laura raised an eyebrow at me; in response, I just smiled. Putting my hands over hers, I withdrew and thrust into her. I paused before repeating. She started to grind when I was deep inside, so I withdrew and when she tried to move her hands, I held them firmly. I could see she was getting frustrated and grinned at her.
“I’m driving,” I said.
“But…” I thrust up into her.
“Shh!” I withdrew
I pushed Laura back a little and pushed back in. Laura leant back a little, understanding what I was up to. I was rewarded with a moan, so repeated, quickly. As Laura was panting harder and becoming more explicit with her language, I changed it up by stopping. I patted her bum, pushed her off of me enough to get out from under her. As I got up, I put my hand on her calf, holding her in place. I angled her so the knee of her injured foot was on the seat and her other foot was on the floor with her body along the arm of the chair.
Similar to the night with her little friend, I stroked my dick up and down her pussy, getting it wet as she moaned. She was supporting her weight withTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Latisha
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