I woke, still clothed and on top of him in The Manor House’s room, but somehow the duvet was over us and his arms held me gently. I savoured the moment that I hadn’t had for so long, hoping that at some point, this would be skin-to-skin. He came to and I nudged my head on his shoulder. “How are you?” he asked.
“Nice pillow,” I replied, and he ran one arm gently over my hair, then returned it to my back. I moved my head up and over his lips and looked at him as he smiled and lifted his head to mine as our lips connected and we gently kissed and lay there, wordlessly admiring and intermittently gently kissing. “Don’t want you to tire on me. Breakfast,” I playfully said and gave him a final, harder kiss as I rolled off him and he nodded at me, then the shower, then I realised the Crew had sneaked in and were filming us, which I had expected.
After we had showered and changed, we headed down to the restaurant holding hands, but not speaking, trailed by the crew. “Shall we get a bit of everything and see what happens?” he asked, and I kissed his cheek in reply.
We found a table and headed off on our forage, coming back with our mix, plus coffees and OJ. The table was too wide for my liking, so I shifted my chair next to his so we could share easier, making the crew reposition. We sat there, looking at each other and feeding each other as we worked through the courses. “How’s things?” producer Sacha baited us.
“Tasty,” I giggled and continued feeding my guy as he playfully kicked me under the table, and I rubbed his leg with my foot. At work, sometimes I came in earlier and arranged breakfast catchups simply not to eat alone and this was very enjoyable in its difference. He leaned in for a kiss and I reciprocated as we gently Frenched, then pursed my lips in consideration, “Foreign taste,” I said, kissing him again, “I could get used to this,” I giggled as he held my hand under the table So long, so nice. “Before they left for Seattle, colleagues thought I was in love,” I decided to open up, “I wasn’t, though I was basking in the heat of their pure love and I really felt it,” he held my hand firmer and nodded as he’d had a brief taste of their love. “I’m nowhere near that yet, but I’m feeling comfortable”, I shrugged.
“Comfort is good on our second day. You are attractive, and we’ve got our own histories,” he replied, and we hugged a soft, warming and luxurious hug, then finished our cooling coffees.
We returned to the room where we packed and headed to the airport. We checked in, got the tickets and I smiled as I presented them to him, albeit forcing myself not to interrogate the agent as I’m wont to do: 10F and G. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the upgrade and gently kissed me, too gentle, I thought and gave him a slightly enhanced return. For someone so out of practice, I was really enjoying this, and I did like that he was erring on the slower side.
When I’d said to the producer that I’d like to go to Argentina for my honeymoon, I said that I’d be willing for Angie to assist as I thought she could get a better deal. In part, this was because, despite the crew saving money when Blue Violet brought Andy and Sarah home for the final filming, the ensuing restaurant bill was actually dearer!
After going airside, we availed ourselves of the Lounge. He asked what it was like for Sarah heading out alone to see Andy. “She didn’t: I took her here, then airside and to the Lounge, where some of the families were,” and his eyes opened wide, and he softly kissed me again. Sweet he purred into my ear. “They flew to Atlanta where they picked up the rest of the families including David and kids, and Angie!” I exclaimed, and he looked shocked at my supposed insult to my dear friend. “Ang reverts to Secretary sometimes,” I laughed, “She can be very full on, and things were running late then which isn’t good for those delaying. Poor girl got an initial shock, especially as she didn’t know Weasel has a twin” I smiled, and he nodded remembering them, “But they hit it off quickly,” I concluded, as he wrapped his arms around me for another kiss.
“So loving, the more I know, the more I know why they love you. I’m getting small tastes already,” he whispered and tasted more of me I’m getting tastes too boy and I’m liking it, I thought as we gently nibbled more. We toasted with champagne from the bar and more sweetness, followed by some [plated] nibbles. Soon it was time for boarding, and we held hands as we headed for the bird.
After boarding, the cabin crew helped us merge the adjoining suites and after a delicious dinner, we adjusted our seats and straps and snuggled in for the long flight south. Later, as the plane descended over the cold Atlantic, we started to see Rio Plata, then we flew low over the city and finally, the plane kissed Ezeiza’s runway. The Crew met us at the hotel and filmed us entering the room, with more champagne that this time we opened and drank it, playfully sharing the chocolates.
Over the next two days, we explored the city, noting its stunning late 19th-century architecture on Av.9 Julio jarred with the nearby desperation that befell a country so rich, so soon after. Each night we curled up in our PJs and I loved the feeling of being held as I slept. Since Dennis, I certainly wasn’t celibate, but I’d only had a few guys that I’d curled up with and never for long enough. Sometimes at night, I felt his gentle attraction to me, and I could feel my gentle one too.
Over dinner, Stuart mused that he thought the Crew’s questions were very tame, compared with his expectations. “Sasha,” I called out and he came over. “How long have you been a Producer here?”
“My tenth season,” he replied, “And you know who I got last time,” he glared at me as Stuart shot him a blank. “We deserved the airport: I just can’t admit it publicly,” he fessed as Stuart caught on.
I got up, “You got the redcurrant,” I replied hugging him as they shot me a questioning look and I recited Andy’s full comment about me to Bex, then smiled. “Both is best, you will eat with us, when possible,” I firmly instructed him as we had been walking a lot.
Stuart embraced me, “The more I know, the more I like. You are deserving.”
“Same,” I replied kissing him deeply. “Boys: Sit and eat!” I playfully commanded to the crew, so we could be fuelled for Tango, and we ate more of the succulent local meat. They filmed us being instructed in an early 1900s Tango Hall that befitted BA’s Golden Age, and we looked longingly into each other’s eyes, much like we did in the mornings when we woke as we swept across the parquet, dancing the dance of love, though our efforts were somewhat ham-fisted, and we periodically had trouble maintaining composure.
The next morning, we headed out to Aeroparque (Jorge Newberry) on Rio Plata and checked in early, then walked along the Plata waterfront which we wanted to savour, and my mood drifted, thinking of the fun last night, and of Dennis. “Dennis,” my new guy whispered, holding me close and I snuggled in. “Your love for him was too brief and so powerful. Ours is new and fresh, and they exist together: we share love, we grow the total of our love,” and I held his head in my hands, deeply kissing him knowing he’d spoken a very powerful truth.
Later we boarded the flight south and we started seeing the snowcaps ahead which we took photos of. We descended and, as the mountains became taller, the lake appeared, then the wheels kissed the same tarmac that the Falcons had kissed last year. This year, the filming was earlier and, as we passed the Apella hangar, they were still active. The apron in front was vacant, though we saw Heron’s tail inside, which I pointed out to Stuart, and I realised that high above, Apella was looking down, on us, though I hadn’t explained about Det yet to him.
We exited airside and saw a sign: Sr Stuart y Srta Wing and I headed over. “Soy James,” the youngish holder announced using the English “J” and I looked at him. “Welcome to Patagonia, Senor Stuart” as he shook his hand. “Senorita Wing,” I smiled at the use of MISS, “A pleasure: I drove Senor Bat,” Andy I mouthed to Stuart, “And Comandante Wing,” he smiled. “In the way of my emotionless Welsh ancestors, I welcome you,” and he formally proffered his hand to shake mine as we laughed. He drove us along the lakeside like Andy and Sarah had done and like them, we were snuggled in, heading to The Lodge and then took our bags to the room as the Crew, who’d gone on ahead and missed James’ jape gave us the key and tailed us.
Stuart opened the door and let me in. On the bed was a box and I led him over to it. Not a dress was the label, and I smiled, opening it. Inside were two jumpers which we spread out and laughed, then wore. The logo was two owls in a nest, wings around each other, peck-(beak)-kissing. At the bottom was a card: In our love, we hope for this: ASTE&R and I showed it to him, and we peck-kissed to the cameras, trying not to laugh, though the crew were sniggering. We explored the lodge, being amazed at the architecture and I found the firepit where everyone had their final evening, then wandered to the pool area. “Swim?” I asked and he rubbed my hand, leading me back to the room. We changed and, for the first time, I saw his body: quite slender with gentle muscles only attired in speedos. He saw my silhouette for the first time in a one-piece: I walk and swim a lot, plus I use a lot of energy bossing people around, so I’m quite slim too, though not as taut as in my absolute prime. We put on robes and returned to the pool, then swam parallel as we observed technique and bodies, then eventually stopped, much to the relief of the crew and headed to the spa. The bubbles caressed us as we absorbed the view of the mountains and lake and I scooched into him, then slid onto his lap. He held me below my bottom ribs, and we kissed gently, and I was thinking that hopefully soon, he’d holding me slightly higher, albeit still clothed, though maybe I’d put a bikini on.
After we returned to the room and, as usual, changed separately back into our couple jumpers and headed into the stylish restaurant. As usual, we sat adjacent, rather than opposite and now, the chairs were already set, and the Crew had discretely set their table close by though off camera to comply! The dinner was fine steaks and Malbec again that left all our stomachs sated, though the camera crew weren’t entirely due to a lack of romantic conversation.
We returned to the room, pleasantly sated from the day and changed into PJs and they recommenced filming. “More videos,” I said, and they instantly powered down and packed up, then headed for the door. “Stop,” I firmly called to them, surprising everyone. “You want to see this, but chairs not the bed for you,” I laughed as I paired my phone to the screen and opened the Kids’ Washup video as I snuggled into Stuart’s chest, and they laughed and oohed at the vid. “The Experts have seen this, and I think you should too.” I swapped to my pictures and explained how I’d obtained Sarah’s dresses, showing Bex in the selection as the guys cooed. I explained why and how fast we’d pulled Andy out and as I looked into my growing love’s eyes and Sacha simply nodded as he knew that, just not exactly why.
“Explains a lot,” he said and kissed me deeply and softly which I reciprocated. “It’s true: you give a lot of love,” and another decent kiss. “I think I saw a lot of the first vid’s pics on the news?” he observed.
“We have a nice sideline selling pics to the channels,” I laughed, “Pays for the Downs!” I exclaimed as the crew discretely started shifting out to leave us to curl up asleep. I snuggled into him, loving the sensation of being held, “What do you normally wear in bed?” I asked.
“Just bottoms. You?” he replied.
“Both, I need to keep warm,” I laughed and kissed him, “If you feel comfortable. “I hung and rolled off, then he removed his top and I rolled back on. I rolled my top up, though it was still down to my midriff, took his hands and placed them on my skin, feeling his on mine and looked at him. He leaned up, kissed me and held me tighter as I felt his attraction again and broke the kiss, “Naughty boy,” I giggled as he looked at me embarrassed, “Good to know for the future,” and I snuggled mine onto his as our gentle kiss sent us out.
We woke to the sunlight bathing our bodies, though now entwined on our sides, and I moved his hands slightly higher up my back and closer to my ribs, loving the touch as we had our morning kiss. We got up and dressed separately as usual, though I wasn’t sure how much longer that would last and headed for breakfast. We always seemed to have window seats, and we savoured the breakfast, though we mostly chatted with the crew. “You could try a bit harder with us,” I directed at Sacha and playfully rubbed his back like a mother does to a son and Stuart just glared at them, still remembering Andy’s warning.
James took us into town, and we happily wandered around looking at clothes and then El Auro Jewellers where they’d got Sarah’s Formal. Just as we left, James reappeared, “Senor Steve says that Apella is returning in an hour, are you interested?” I was, and we discussed and decided to go over as the crew followed, hoping at least for some good scenes.
Stuart: The idea of going out to the cold runway and plane-spotting isn’t my idea of romantic time, though exploring her interests is!
Steve met us at the empty hangar and ramp as Heron was still up and introduced himself and the crew and explained more about The Project which slightly piqued Stuart. I explained what Andy had done while away and surprised him by saying that he’s not a pilot and how on the evening at the end of their honeymoon, he’d literally flown into the dark with nobody knowing their final destination which surprised my guy. We stood at the F1 spot that Andy had been on that evil filming day, and I drifted, thinking of his stress and Stuart held me firmly from behind as I remembered that awful scene. I leaned over and gently kissed him as Steve nodded, knowing the basics of that evil and then we moved into the hangar for a tour. As we entered the tiny office and I saw the background, he held me again and I moved his hand on to the base of my ribs as I briefly relived the call, remembering that despite his pain, he knew love awaited the following day. I smiled, knowing how their love had grown a little with my helps, and on my back, was someone I was slowly growing to love and so was he.
The hooter went off and James took us to the end of the runway as Sacha’s gang quickly armed up. In the distance we saw Heron’s slender wings appear, then heard her engine’s purr as she slid past us above and then in front, she kissed the runway, and her engine roared to brake. I imagined this small plane flying higher than a 777, which I’d told Stuart about on the way in.
Steve called out as Apella’s graceful upswept wings appeared and, silently coming down from the further heavens, her sleek body gliding over us, then her tiny wheels kissed the runway, and I couldn’t imagine how the pair of suited occupants could be in there. “Amazing,” he whispered, “But I prefer this,” he held me tighter, pulling in my head and kissed me deeply. I pulled back and spun around, looking at him. “Better!” he replied holding me and resuming the kiss that I was getting used to and was starting to want more of.
Steve hooked her up to his towbar and James managed to beat them to the hanger’s ramp where the crew undid the hatches and pulled out the occupants. “70 [‘000ft] guys, well done,” he said as they limped to the hangar. We had a brief chat with them about their experience being cooped up in the tiny cockpit, then Steve took them back to the hotel for disrobing, a well-deserved shower and food, as James took us back.
Stuart: much more fun than I thought! It was actually quite impressive watching the two fragile soarers return to earth. And kissing on a cold and very scenic runway is quite romantic!
It was now mid-afternoon, and the crew left us alone in the room. I pulled out a bikini that helped alleviate the decades of gravity, looked at my love and shrugged. He flicked his head at me, then the bathroom and I took his instruction. The bikini wasn’t teeny, though it showed my outline well. I exited and he looked at me, smiling and wondering if he could kiss me, but I robed, and he got the signal. We walked down to the pool again and swam, then to the spa. He put his arm chastely around my waist and pulled me close to him, but I lifted up and slid onto his lap in the deserted area and let him hold me tight. “Nice view,” he said nuzzling my neck. I got up and straddled him, putting my hands over his neck, though the cups meant the view wasn’t very enhanced and kissed him. We kissed long and gently as his hands cautiously moved onto my lower ribs and I kissed him affirmations, feeling his large trunks contain his affirmation and enjoying feeling that one as the thin fabrics separated mine from his.
We towelled, re-robed, and returned to the room. I leaned into his robed body and sniffed him, “Very chlorine,” I said looking up at him and smiling, “We need a shower to get rid of that.” He nodded in my direction. “You are very respectful of me,” I kissed him, “You can push the edge periodically if you want,” I kissed him again as my robe opened slightly and he accidentally (or not) got a slight view as it hit the floor. I leaned over and grabbed my undies, then found his and displayed them on my fingers and he led me into the shower.
The last of the sun came through the window room as got in and dumped the robes and undies and turned the water on, letting it caress us apart. He tentatively leaned in and kissed me. I held him tight and kissed him back, enjoying the sensation and moved my hands gently up his back, feeling his tone. He tenderly reciprocated the touch and kissed me deeper as he tentatively moved up my back, though I felt his appreciation grow again enjoying the sensations. He kissed me deeper again and I returned it, then left, “Anyone would think you’re in fear of me,” I kissed him back and turned the water off.
We towelled separately, then he left to change. I exited in my undies and came over to him for another kiss, enjoying this new sensation and he smiled at my reduced clothing. I came over, pursed my lips “Having trouble with your shirt?” I asked, stared into his eyes and did his buttons up. I put my dress half on and glared at him and he laughed, reached over and slid it up, then zipped it. “Two makes it easier,” I kissed him as he placed his hands under my arms and slid them down, bringing mine up as I looked into his eyes, loving his gentle touch.
“So pretty, I don’t tell you enough,” he said kissing me.
“Actions speak louder than words, I see plenty of actions,” I giggled thinking of several and kissed him back, “But this girl’s getting hungry and not for this now,” I playfully kissed him hard and backed off. For our final dinner, we were heading to the firepit, so it was fleeces on top.
We walked out, holding hands as The Boys, as I referred to them to their semi-like, observed and filmed. We looked out over the lake, cuddled and kissed again as the waiter appeared with warming Malbecs and we released and toasted. By now, they’d worked out how to set the camera, so it showed only us, despite their adjacent table and they filmed continuously as we all talked, though the fun bits were where we all let loose!
He asked me why Sarah and Andy don’t wear their wedding rings. I replied that firstly, for safety, all jewellery except for a smartwatch is banned on Det when out of the hotel. Secondly, I didn’t really know, but I know that neither are big on it, though for them the Unity badge symbolises their relationship and he nodded, remembering the video. He asked me about the other badge she wore, and I told him about how she’d got that, though it was an interim here and that her no-one was given rather more intimately, though I didn’t know exactly how intimately! “Here?” he asked. I replied that it was given to her on their last night, but only after she’d been got the previous night at [not]-Kids Night, and he laughed at how we’d ensnared her. “They are very together and don’t need to prove it to anyone,” he stated and pulled me in. “We are starting our togetherness and have good role models,” he laughed and kissed me under the stars and I gratefully reciprocated.
After our leisurely dinner, we did our normal lakeside walk, holding hands, soaking in the nocturnal views and periodically stopping to soak in touches and upon our return to the room, we helped each other out of our warm coats. I turned around and looked up at him, unbuttoning his top buttons, “You know I don’t bite,” I teased, hoping for some extra polite teasing, and I buried my head in his shoulder and playfully lip-bit it. He reached over and unzipped my dress, and I let it fall off. He kissed me, and I briefly reciprocated before pulling back.
I went to my dresser and pulled out my PJs, then rooted around my suitcase. When I’d packed for here, I knew that I’d need a bikini for the spa and had found a tube which I occasionally wore when I didn’t want straps. Like its contents, it had softened and sagged over the years.
I walked into the bathroom and changed into it and the bottoms, then exited, finding him in his PJs. His mouth opened at the surprise, came over and embraced me. “Bit hot in here tonight,” I said kissing him as he playfully reciprocated and ran his hands up my back, causing gentle waves as he touched more. He led me to the bed, and we lay on our sides gently making out and hands moving as we tightened our grip and fell asleep.
I woke on our final morning here, finding my back on his front and his hands around my waist, I leaned around for a wake-up kiss, then moved off. I opened the curtains and stood in the window admiring the view, jiggling slightly to seat the tube better. He came behind, wrapping his hands around my lower chest, leaning over to admire the view. “Nice view?” I asked, feeling his response and he sheepishly slightly looked up as my arms gently pushed his higher onto my ribs. I turned my head around to kiss him, reached up and placed my arms behind his head to bring him in, accidentally popping the tube over the top of my boobs and his hands onto them as our lips locked. He grunted a shock in embarrassment and dropped his hands, unlike another part of his body.
I kissed him harder, “Tube is a bit saggy and loose. Responses one and three were right,” I giggled pulling his head in as I kissed him harder, moving down to push his hands where I wanted them. “Maybe a new place to explore this morning,” I giggled grinding onto a growing somewhere I was looking to explore in the future, and he kissed me back harder, gently exploring the new sites. I leaned forward and let him lean over me as we kissed, and his hands gently roamed my boobs as I pleasantly purred into his kiss in our sensual connection.
Stuart: Snuggling up to Annie in front of the window was very nice. Coming into the experiment, I’d told The Experts that I was certain we wouldn’t make love on the honeymoon, and it was unlikely we’d be naked. My approach was simply to give comfort and respect and hope that attraction would follow, which it certainly had occurred by that point. Her tube popping was very embarrassing for me as my hands ended up on her boobs which I hadn’t expected, or wanted, but the sensation was very nice, so I quickly returned them to a safe spot, though maybe that door was opening now, I wondered.
He pulled off me and called Room Service to order, then texted The Boys and said we wanted a lie-in. “Naughty, telling fibs to those boys,” I kissed into him as he dropped me to the bed and kissed my neck. I rolled him over and leaned up, tempting him with them and feeling his temptation grow on me and mine too. I dropped down, feeling our naked chests together and gently kissed him savouring it.
Room Service called out. He called out to leave the food on the floor, then he opened the door and brought it into the table and admired the view on the other side, came over and pulled out a chair. He pulled me in tight so my tits were on his chest again and kissed me, then fed me an apple slice and I leaned in so we could eat and kiss as we completed it. We repeated this with more fruit, then arched my back as he fed me the next time and gently played with his chest and his hands roamed my soft muscles.
He slipped back onto the chair and sat down, pulling me down with him. I straddled him, sliding down in front of his face but lingered as my bust was over his mouth, tempting him to kiss them. He peck-kissed each, then held them from underneath as I slid down onto his lap and kissed him as he held me. He kissed back harder as I seated myself, purring. I reached over to grab a sausage and placed it in my lips, then leaned back in so we could eat it and kiss. “I hope you don’t think we’re going too slow?” I asked him as I slid some bacon in my mouth and he bit it, then me.
“We are wise and know that slow is best,” he kissed into me and wrapped his arms under my bust. “I’m very much enjoying getting to know you,” he kissed again and gently fondled me as I felt and enjoyed his gentle touch there, and elsewhere.
“Think I surprised you earlier. I didn’t mean to dump it,” which was true, though it had happened before, as I giggled into his kiss.
He pushed my tits up slowly and massaged them, then worked up my arms we kissed slowly and deeply, and I felt my clothed passion on his and then reversed feeding me the last of the bacon as we had a short, hard, final kiss before I slid off and made the coffee.
I walked over to the window again with them and he took one, wrapping his free hand around my upper chest, under my bust as we drank in the scene and the coffee. We put our empty cups down and he crossed his hands over my boobs, encapsulating them, snuggling into me. We stayed there admiring the view and I relished the sensation of being completely held though not further stimulated. I turned and looked into his eyes with my mouth open and he leaned down and met my mouth, and we held the kiss. “So romantic here, guess the view at the suites won’t be so!” I kissed info him.
He rotated around, re-placed his hands on my bust, “Maybe not, still good view,” as his hands gently moved over me, and he kissed me for a final lingering kiss and hold and I had a great view too.
