“You’ve got it all so wrong. When we’re back home I’ll prove it to you. You are going to apologise to me and you’re going to feel foolish.” This seemed to destroy her sanctimonious attitude and she sat back in her chair, seeming not sure what to say next.
Before either of us could speak again the food and drink arrived. Eating and drinking wasn’t as good as it should have been because of what had just happened between us. Baltic Babe was probably a little confused, while I was angry and stunned. I eventually broke the silence that had shut out the warm air around us.
“Look, we’re here now. I assure you that you have totally the wrong idea about me and I can prove it to you. Until I can, how about we try and enjoy ourselves. Okay?”
Baltic Babe merely nodded in agreement.
With the mood slightly lightened I broached more neutral subjects like the hotels and the scenery we had seen so far. Eventually she started responding, having taken the time to digest what I had said earlier, probably deciding to give me the benefit of the doubt. It wasn’t too long before our normal engaging conversation resumed and she started laughing again. I was glad to hear her laugh; it could only come from deep within her and couldn’t be faked.
After dinner and a brief walk, we ended up back in her hotel room. I fully intended and expected to end up in my room in the hotel next door. I felt the need to calm the waters between us. I have always thought it great relationship practice to never go to sleep angry with your other half.
It was easily after midnight and we were lying on the bed, facing each other. Had my hours of choosing my words carefully settled her troubled mind? There was a surefire way to find out. I leaned forward and brought my lips to within an inch of hers, stopping there to see if she would reciprocate, looking her in the eye. She did and as passionately as ever.
Light petting gave way to heavier petting. I stroked her body and she liked it. Her breathing became heavier and her body shuddered under my slow caressing hand. I slid my hand under her blouse and felt her warm, clammy skin. It felt good. It felt inviting.
All the while kissing, her with her eyes closed, I ran my hand slowly over her stomach. Going down below the belt so soon wasn’t an option, so going up to her breasts was always going to happen. I gently cupped one of her breasts and she let out an approving, satisfied gasp as her tongue left go of my mouth for a moment.
Baltic Babe was getting very turned on and I wasn’t sure where to take this. I had been hoping, expecting to a small degree, that we would make love on this trip. It seemed natural and obvious, but what was she thinking? There was only one way to find out.
I slowly unbuttoned her blouse while her tongue went crazy in my mouth. To an extent she was turning herself on too, doing what she wanted with her tongue. What else could she do with her tongue, I wondered.
The sight of a woman lying with her blouse open, her bra or naked breasts revealed, is something that turns me on. It’s an image of confident, alluring femininity that stirs something within my being. It’s as if she is saying “Here I am, this is me. Take me.”
I took Baltic Babe’s blouse off as it was surplus to requirements. While kissing, our tongues entwined, I slid my hand under her back and fiddled with her bra-clasp. It had been a while since I had done this and it showed. She arched her back so that I could use two hands and eventually it unclipped. I tossed it to the side of the bed and took in the sight of her lying topless before me.
Her breasts were little a-cups, with cute little pink nipples. I would much have preferred a handful, at least c-cups. I obviously couldn’t say anything. What was the point? If you can’t say anything nice, say nothing at all. She lay there looking up at me, me looking up and down her body. She certainly wasn’t overweight and everything was firm. Neither of us said a word, expectation silenced us.
I leaned down and kissed the side of her body, just below where the ribcage ended. She looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes, swallowing hard. I slowly, gently kissed further up her side, deliberately taking my time. I kissed tenderly to the side of her breast, making sure not to go anywhere near her nipple.
Reaching her armpit, instead of trying to kiss inside it, I carefully lifted her hand to the headboard and kissed above her breast, to the side of her breastbone. Baltic Babe’s breathing was deep and rhythmic, she was very relaxed. I kissed her elbow and slowly worked my way down under her arm towards her armpit. She was starting to make strange purring noises, a bit like a cat does.
I got to her shoulder and kissed along the top of it, her ear, her cheek and under her jawbone, along her neck, down to the centre of her breastbone. With each and every kiss she let out a catlike purr, all the while keeping her eyes closed. I shifted my body to the other side of her, making sure not to accidentally knee her in the groin.
Lying on the other side of her, I repeated what I had just done. Each kiss led to an approving purr. She was like a little kitten in my care and all I wanted to do was please her.
When I got to the centre of her chest again, this time I started kissing her breast, around the nipple, which was erect and hard. I circled my kisses around the nipple before moving across her diminutive cleavage on to the other breast. I kissed around this breast and, after circling the nipple with kisses, lightly kissed the nipple.
This led to a slight convulsion in Baltic Babe’s body, her back arching and the purr becoming more of a guttural exhale, yet she kept her eyes closed. With a little bit more force I sucked her nipple in to my mouth. A more intense purr resulted. I sucked the entire breast into my mouth (it wasn’t difficult to do) and slowly ran my tongue around her breast repeatedly. The purr had become a moan, a very satisfied moan.
I pulled my head back slowly, keeping the nipple in my mouth as long as possible until it popped out. Leaning over to her other breast, I kissed around it again and zeroed in on the nipple this time. Again I sucked the entire breast in to my mouth and slowly ran my tongue around the nipple. Her satisfied moaning and purring was involuntary and it told me that she was enjoying what I was doing to her, for her, with her.
After a little while, not wanting her nipple to become overly sensitive, I let that nipple slip out of my mouth. I looked at Baltic Babe to see the expression on her face. Sensing that the experience had ended, she opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled and said “I don’t normally like having my breasts sucked, but that was very nice.”
Heartened by the compliment, which I also took as encouragement, I ran my warm hands down her body along her legs and slid my hand between her thighs just above the knee.
“No, I don’t think we should go there” came her almost instant response. She pulled herself up away from me and propped herself up against the headboard.
So there I had my answer. She didn’t want to make love. I wasn’t too surprised given the revelations at the start of the evening. I decided not to push for lovemaking. She obviously wasn’t ready and I wanted our first time to be special for both of us. I cooled my ardour and propped myself next to her.
Baltic Babe sat there in her mini-skirt, topless, her pert little nipples tantalisingly close. We sat and chatted, about what I don’t remember. My thoughts drifted off to trying to make sense of the situation that I found myself in. Here I was with someone I was smitten with, but who had some unfortunate trust issues about me. I came to the conclusion that I needed to proceed slowly, very slowly.
It was now 5am and the sun was starting to pinch the horizon. The Black Sea was like a plate of freshly cut glass. The only thing moving was the occasional headlights of cars in the distance across the bay. The quietest time of our day together was indeed just before the dawn.
We cuddled up on the bed and I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her safe and warm. I finally got to feel her fall asleep against me. That moment made the drama of the past hours worthwhile.