She cleared baggage claim and walked out into the cool, damp night air and saw the shuttle for her hotel and hurried over to board. The driver practically fell over his feet getting down out of the shuttle and insisted on carrying her bag up into the shuttle. She was used to it by now but it never sat right with her.
The shuttle arrived at the hotel and the driver made a big deal out of helping her down with her luggage. He then wished her well and began chiding the other passengers for being slow. “I have many other trips to make and you are putting me behind schedule (pronounced SHED-ule, in the English fashion).” She smiled at his accent.
She quickly registered and followed the bellman and her bag to her room. She was tired after the long flight from New York to Heathrow and she wasn’t a spring chicken any longer.
She took off her travel clothes and carefully hung them up. She pulled out a few hairpins and the shook out her long russet brown hair. Feeling much better, she walked naked into the bathroom and took a long shower.
Her superiors frowned on her long hair but so long as it was in a bun and never visible down, they looked the other way more often than not. She opened her bag and took out jeans and a cashmere sweater that had been a gift from her sister. She loved the way it accented her full breasts and the feel of it against her skin. She wriggled into the tight jeans and ran a brush through her hair and then applied light makeup. Satisfied, she grabbed her keycard and clutch and went down to the hotel bar.
She needed a drink.
“Famous Grouse,” was her order and the barman poured the rich and smoky liquor into a tumbler and set it on a coaster and took her credit card. She glanced to her right and saw a tall strawberry blonde sitting at the bar. She grabbed her drink and moved over next to her. Her maternal instincts demanded that she offer comfort to the quietly crying woman.
“I’m Natalie and you’re crying so bend my ear and tell me what’s got you in tears? Sometimes unloading on a total stranger offers new perspectives.”
The gray eyes were red-rimmed and she blew her nose into a bar napkin. It was not a demure blowing, no. It was a full-blown honker of a blow and somehow it made her relaxed and comfortable. Despite the high fashion, this was a down-to-earth girl and Natalie was in need of just such a woman.
“Just another fight with my girlfriend. Probably one of the last though. Tired of her cheating on me like a bitch in heat,” the girl said, between sniffles. Natalie laid a palm on the girl’s thigh in an act of comfort and acknowledgment.
“Been there, got the t-shirt,” said Natalie, beginning to make small circles on the girl’s thigh, slowly increasing the area she was caressing.
“I’m Rose. Rose English. You’re American, aren’t you?” She turned on the stool towards Natalie, and put her hand on Natalie’s thigh, much higher than Natalie’s was.
“I’m – “ She hesitated. She was on a diplomatic mission and as such…used her real surname for the first time in ages.
“I’m Natalie Remington, and yes, I’m an American by birth but I live in…Italy now. So, Rose, why didn’t you sever your relationship with ‘the bitch in heat’ sooner. You’re a beautiful woman and surely the men and women are beating down your door begging you for dates?”
Rose looked into the vacuum of Natalie’s eyes and shuddered but then felt herself falling into them and suddenly trusting the dark haired woman who had taken an interest in her and her woes.
“I – I don’t want to be alone. I’m sorry, I know that sounds stupid but – “
Natalie’s hand tightened for a moment on Rose’s thigh as if to get her attention but then moved her hand slowly towards the woman’s core and began a slow pattern of circles and caresses with her fingertips.
“No. No, Rose. It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”
Rose’s own hand mimicked the woman’s and soon each was feeling the effects of the others slow and gentle caresses. Rose reached for her drink but Natalie’s hand on her wrist stopped her.
“There’s nothing in that glass that will cure your pain, Rose. Nor is there anything in mine. You and I are alike. We give of ourselves unstintingly and are often shocked and disappointed when our significant others don’t reciprocate.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I just don’t want to go home to an empty flat is all. I normally don’t drink at all but it was either this or a dance club and I’m so tired of that scene.”
“I don’t want to be alone either. I just checked in and came down for a nightcap. We could talk in my room and tell each other lies about how happy we are.” She stared into Rose’s eyes and smiled at her, reaching up and cupping her cheek and brushed a lingering tear from her cheek with her thumb.
She took Rose by the forearm and pulled her off the stool and handed the barman her credit card and waited for the receipt.
Her room was on the tenth floor and when the couple stepped into the elevator, Rose’s hand found heir’s and held it to her lips and kissed her fingertips, teasing each with the tip of her tongue.
They were kissing softly by the third floor and by the tenth , Rose had both hands under the sweater and on the shorter woman’s breasts, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger and Natalie’s tongue was halfway down her throat and her fingers were combing though Rose’s closely cropped pubic hair, occasionally slipping deep between her moistened lips.
They straightened their clothing and walked off the elevator and down the hallway, still holding hands. Rose felt a thrill of anticipation as they came to Natalie’s door. Natalie swiped her keycard and opened the door, ushering the younger woman inside.
Without a word, Rose shucked off her blue dress, pulled her panties down around her ankles and then kicked them off along with her ‘sensible’ open-toed heels.
She stood there, hands on hips, breasts high and proud and looked at Natalie, a subtle smile tugging at her lips.
“Well, are you going to stand there or are you going to take off those sexy clothes and join me in your bed or would you prefer that I undress you? Whichever option you choose, please be quick about it. I want to taste you and I believe you wish to do the same.”
The cashmere sweater went sailing and she kicked off her heels and turned around and shimmied out of her jeans, deliberately giving Rose the sight of her backside and trimmed mound.
“Well, good choice, Natalie.