A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (7 page)

“
How did you survive in that tiny little place before coming here?”

“
I honestly do not know, sweetie, I don't. It was all middle-aged women slagging each other off! I was always caught in the middle,” I told him.

“
Probably not getting it enough,” he sniggered.

I laughed too but darkness soon clouded my thoughts.

“I know a frustrated hen when I see one.”

I almost fell to the floor at the brazenness of his honesty. I wanted to chastise him. Instead, he g
rabbed my hand and assured me, “We shall never be anything but great friends, you and I.'

I believed
him. I had been going back home to Epworth on my days off, but I soon stopped and instead stayed at Alex's place. We seemed to share an unspoken affinity that transcended our own individual issues with identity.

One drunken night, a shift in our relationship occurred. I had pulled a ten-hour shift that day and knew I was pushing it, but it felt like a change of scenery had very much breathed new life into me. The mean streets of Nottingham at night could be rough and ready but nevertheless, always beckoning, with variety ranging from the world's oldest watering hole to the new, trendy bars that lined the city's more industrial outskirts. I enjoyed people-watching with Alex and drinking ludicrous cocktails in other hotel lounges while we eyed up the competition. These games of ours we played were great distractions from a growing bond between us that was becoming undeniable. Every time he touched me, I jerked with some sensation in my stomach. He had started to notice I was intensely attracted to him, making jokes about it. I did not think it was funny, though. As before mentioned, he was physically perfect and would outstrip most male models. With some spurious legend attached to his life story, he may have had women quivering over his style and elegance for centuries longer than Robin Hood had. But, the most arousing thing about him was that he saw the world like I did and felt a dire need to pick it apart or else crumble himself. That he and I understood one another without words made him irresistible…

“
Charley, baby, you looked very hot tonight. Why didn't you try to pull that jock who spoke to you?”

His hand on my shoulder made me want to run away and hide.

“I dunno, darling, I dunno, I just… don't need that.”

“
You're a fox, though, sweetheart, don't you see that?”

“
Don't say that to me, Alex, I don't need a liar in my life.”

“
But, I'm not shitting you, I'm being real. Hell, even I would shag you!”

“
Really?” I giggled.

“
Yeah!”

“
Well, I think if I just…”

“
I know,” he murmured, with a change in his tone, “I know…”

He moved toward me and placed his hands at my waist
. He did for me what any good friend would and I was so happy he had suggested it and not me. He showed me I was desirable, even to him.

I remember m
y heart was pounding. My chest heaved. His delicate kisses against my mouth made me gush in my knickers.

The fi
rst time was, okay. In a drunken haze, we both just needed to get some. Alex was on top, me on the kitchen lino, and it just didn't seem to really have any rhythm. It was very mechanical. We didn't really know whether to enjoy it or not, but it was not as horrific as I may have sometimes imagined. We had a cup of tea afterwards and sobered up.

A
lex was a good kisser and looked after his body very well. I was so lucky to have him as my first. On our second attempt, he took me to bed. He sat me on the edge of the mattress, naked, and held his arms around me, finding solace against my womanly figure.

“
Women would kill for these boobs.”

I giggled, so shy of his admiration, and tried to hide them with my arms.
He prised my limbs away and held their silken majesty in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples gently. With each stroke, I became more aroused. No man had ever touched them before. His mouth met the bright-pink, velvety flesh and he moaned, I cried out, and threw my head back. So gently, he tugged and pulled on my nipples, with such worshipfulness. It was so erotic having a man enjoy what was daily hidden and unused.

“
Lay back,” he told me, huskily.

I felt the cool cotton of Alex's duvet beneath me and
pushed my head into the mattress. I stretched my arms out above myself, closing my eyes. The burn between my legs ached.

“Relax,
let yourself be taken.”

I was reluctant but he broke open my thighs, placed my feet on the edge of the bed, and stared at what stayed hidden between my legs daily to
o. His hands reached up, stroked my breasts, and he told me, “You're magnificent.”

I lay
back, eyes closed. I didn't know how to react. The tip of his tongue trailed up and down my vulva, teasing out what was hidden. I moaned and no longer felt naked. I was, connected. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Patches of my body tingled with heat and I let go of any anxieties I'd previously had.

“
Oh yes,” I whined. He broke off and threw my legs over his immaculate shoulders, surely my most favourite part of him. He kissed the satiny flesh on the insides of my thighs, enjoying that which had never been touched. I begged, “Please kiss me down there again, Alex.”

“
I will, in a minute. I'm enjoying these rare fillets at the moment,” he goaded, biting my inner thighs centimetre by centimetre. The sight of his arm muscles made me turn to jelly.

“
No, please, I need you to…”

He moved up the bed, his cock engorged again, and I yelped. I thought he was going to penetr
ate me. I was so disappointed when he didn't. Instead, he ministered to my breasts, licking and chewing, sucking and teasing. I shouted and screamed, calling him all the names under the sun. He loved it. He kissed my mouth with violence, pressing his avaricious tongue inside. He moved back down the bed. His arms around my thighs again, he yanked me toward him, so that my bottom almost hung off the end of the bed. He held me there, suspended, bringing my groin right up toward his mouth.

The tip of his tongue, again,
trailed around my outer folds. My pelvic area was hot and something that felt like a pulse was already driving me wild. He was drawing what fluids had already been secreting into his mouth and tasting them, enjoying them.

“
Charlotte, you're sexy as hell.”

“
Stop teasing me!”

“
Stop ruining it, you'll see…”

His tongue dove a little deeper, tickling my rouge nub, for what might have only been a matter of seconds. I threw my head back,
furious, desperate, declaring, “I need your tongue in my pussy, Alex!”

With that co
mmand, he groaned and shouted, “She's arrived! My little vixen.”

He buried his tongue between my slit
with force and started fucking me with his greedy, devouring mouth, pulling my lips open with his fingers. The act of it was miraculous. I gripped the bed, feeling as though I might float upwards otherwise.

“
Yes, Alex, oh, that's amazing, oh, yes, please, don't stop, oh god…”

I reached down and pressed his head into my wet pussy. His eyes looked up from his employ
ment, gazing into mine. His head jostled to and fro with his frantic tonguing. I fucked him back, raising my hips to increase the friction. For some minutes, I was constantly on the edge of something. I was desperate to throw myself away from him and end it all. I just did not know if this was pleasure. All the time, I felt conflicted, hampered, stunted. He raised my flesh into his mouth, sucked, and I shouted so loudly, “Fuck me!”

H
e willingly agreed. He put two fingers inside me and pressed my upper wall with strong strokes and caresses. It was miraculous. He licked my clitoris hard and fast, with precise rhythm. I bucked my hips toward him.

“
Don't stop!”

He kept on with the routine and
I experienced waves of red-hot heat rushing through my groin, rendering me senseless. I wanted to piss and whimpered with the strength it took to restrain myself. Somewhere in the distance I heard, “Do it Charlotte!”

I let myself push and my squirt
splashed all over his neck. I cried with joy. I was worn out afterward, and he told me, “Am I right in thinking that means I can stop?”

“
Yes,” I giggled. In my elation, I pulled him up so I could wrap my arms around him. He rested on my chest. I dragged my body further up the bed, and he went with me. He was covered in me.

“
Now we are bonded,” I joked, laughing.

“
Do women normally hold out that long?” he asked, drying himself on his pillow.

“
Give me a minute,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. I sniggered, embarrassed, while he sucked my earlobe. I shook with aftershocks and shivered.

“
Little sexpot, Charley,” he said, tucking hair behind my ear.

His hands wandered over my body and his touch thrilled me. In the transient aftermath of my first real orgasm, he kept the delight alive. His mouth fondled a nipple a little and I squirmed, murmuring my delight.

“Just a second, I'm still getting over the last,” I pleaded, and threw my arm over my eyes, gasping with disbelief. He prised my arm away and lay on top of me, kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close, while he parted my lips with his and teased his tongue inside. The taste of myself was not unpleasant when mixed with his own delicious saliva.

“
Alex,” I murmured.

“
Yes,” he breathed, kissing my throat.

“
You can't be gay.”

“
I am. Sorry. But, I do love you.”

“Umm,
you were really good. I've never been able to work myself up like that before. I gave up trying ages ago.”

“
My aunt had chemo,” he whispered, “I overheard her telling my mum how her libido never returned until she invested in some… technology. Nerve damage, you see. But, I found those few endings of yours that are still working.”

I shot him a disgusted look but he was unfazed. He kissed my stomach
, revelling in me, explaining, “This may be my one chance with a woman. May as well enjoy it.”

“
Okay,” I said, and he used his strength to toss my legs apart. He pressed his hand between them and I was taken again, heat welling through my belly, but not quite as strongly as before.

He
broke a moment of calm by throwing me over unexpectedly, dragging me on my knees. He pulled himself up close behind me, and lifted my torso, so that we were facing the mirror with his body just behind mine. He slipped on another condom and pushed inside me. I breathed deeply, for he was large and I was sensitive. He rocked against me slowly and pulled on my hips to bring me toward him, wrapping his muscular arms around me. His body was perfectly sculpted from lengthy gym sessions and I felt fleshy in comparison.

“
Look in the mirror Charlotte, you're beautiful. Your breasts are a thing of majesty. Of artistry and wonder. Look at them.”

I watched in the mirror, h
azily, as he moved inside me. His hands wandered over my breasts, bouncing and holding them, telling me I gave new meaning to the term Rubenesque.

“
Put your arms up, behind yourself, behind my neck.”

I did and when I had, I saw what he was getting at. My arms raised, my breasts moved too, and the tips lifted so that I appeared smaller of shape and size, but still quite
big. Those large, uncomfortable things that had sprouted and encouraged mental agony in my late teens now looked very different. He tweaked my nipples so I could see in the mirror, and my armpits looked feminine and dainty against the hefty glands. I turned my head and he kissed me deeply, longingly. He pulled my neck so I rested back against his shoulder and he trapped me there so I couldn't observe anymore.

“
I'm watching myself fucking you Charlotte. You're the most beautiful woman I know. I love you. I'm watching myself fill your little pussy with my rampant cock and balls. I love you. I love your body. I want to fill you…”

“
Alex, fuck me.”

He was playing his part so well. He made me go down in the doggy position, so that we were sideways on with the mirror and we could both watch. His large penis entered and filled me, extracted and bulged, each time both of us groaning and sighing for its return. I did not know where I was. I screamed and begged, shouted for him to fuck me harder, faster, sharp
er, longer, deeper. I wasn't sure if I came. The sensations were too many to distinguish between. We fell down, sweaty and subdued, spent and energy-less. I was satisfied nonetheless.

“
I love you, Alex.”