Innkeeper's Daughter (3 page)

After we walked back outside away
from close ears, I had to end anything before it started. “Hanna, I’ve had a
wonderful time these last two days but I think it would best for me to find
another instructor or just focus on my work.” It was hard to even face her.
This woman, no girl, I just met the other day.

Hanna didn’t say anything. At
first she twiddled her fingers, playing with the draw string on her coat. She
crossed one leg in front of the other not saying a word for a long minute. “Are
you not happy with my teachings?”

“Yes, of course, but that’s not
the issue, Hanna. I mean there’s no issue. I just don’t think we should
continue.” I was starting to sweat no matter how frigid it was out here. “We,
us…”

“Because you’re married and we’re
attracted to each other?” she asked so matter of fact.

I could not admit to the words
she just spoke.  “Whatever this is, I think that your emotions are misplaced.
Maybe it’s me or maybe because I’ve traveled or am different then what you are
used to but… I think we should keep our distance.” I finished hoping that she
would understand my simple attempt of not stating the obvious.

She leaned against the tree
before speaking. “They’re not misplaced. I like spending time with you. I like
our conversations. I look forward to them.” She stopped waiting for my response
but I was speechless.

“Hanna…”

“So I’ll see you later, right?”
She walked off into the woman’s changing area.

“Wait, what, ‘later’,” I yelled
after her but she’d already gone.

I was somewhat relieved and
disappointed. I had mixed emotions about seeing her again and about not seeing
her ever.  Either way I’d planned on spending a lot of time in my room.

     It was around 11 pm when I
arrived back to my room from a long walk. I swore to stay in my room, and even
though it was a two story loft, the walls started to close in. I met a few
guests outside by the fire pit and it felt nice to get out and mingle. 

I poured a glass of Samaroli rum
and grabbed my dossier that I had not glanced at since arriving. I decided to
relax on the deck and kick back in the lounge chair.  It faced the snow coated
mountains. I could not help but take in the magnificence. The mountains were majestic;
the sky was midnight black with stars shinning above. It smelled like fresh new
country, if there were ever such a thing.

The deck was heated but the cool
breeze that floated in mingled well, balancing the temperature. Admiring the
view, I had to wonder why anyone would want to leave this place.

The Caribbean rum had started to
take its toll on me, so I rested my head back and became a fixture in my
environment.

There was a knock on the door. My
stomach dropped. I knew exactly who it was. I didn’t yell for her to come in.
She would anyway. I swiveled my chair around and watched her sashay in through
my moonlit suite.

She wore a simple black one-piece
dress. It fit her impeccably. There was no bra supporting her perky B cup
breasts as they bounced slightly with each step. I could only imagine a thong
underneath, barely covering her sacred area. Her red five inch stilettos with
silver tips completed her sexy appeal. Her hair was in a flirty flyaway bun and
she looked every bit of a runway model. She was stunning.

She stood in front of me,
standing in between my legs. “You shouldn’t be here, Hanna.” I repositioned
myself trying not to look at her breasts. Her nipples were stiff, aching to be
kissed. I swallowed back desire, trying to concentrate solely on her face.
“Please, you need to go.” I now sat up straight trying to control my urges.

“Sterling.”

“No, Hanna. I shouldn’t have
allowed you in. You don’t want this. My world. Trust me.”

“And all that’s best of dark and
bright, meet in her aspect and her eyes…” she continued finishing the poem I
had started the other day from Lord Byron. The man who himself had once
ventured to Montenegro so very long ago. I sat there frozen, compelled by her
verse, her youth and her splendor. Every day she astonished me by what she knew
and how we seemed linked.

“I want you, Sterling.” Her
emeralds dug deeper, chipping away at my struggle. She was trembling slightly,
not because of the cold but because the nerve it must have taken for her to be
here.

I wanted her so badly it hurt. My
manhood ached to know what she felt like but my walls had not yet fallen.
“Hanna…”

“You are not my first, Sterling.
If you’re afraid that you will hurt me then don’t…”

“It’s more than just that,
Hanna…”

“God, I love the way you say my
name.” she breathed gracefully kneeling down in front of me. She started to
unzip my pants. Instinctively I reached out to stop her but she blocked me and
slowly pushed my hands back. “I want to hear you say my name, Sterling
Chandler. Say it as if you want me.” Her demands where so plain yet they turned
me on. She meant ever word.

She released her bun letting her mane
drape across her face. She stared into my troubled blues as she slowly unzipped
me. She maneuvered me out of my pants and met the already burgeoning flesh with
anticipation and discovered everything she wanted to know: I wanted her too. My
walls had finally faltered.

She tenderly held my shaft and
placed most of me into her mouth. Uncontrollably a noise escaped my lips. My
head fell back from the rush. I didn’t care that the glass fell from my grasp,
rum spilling on the deck. How long had I craved this sensation? As much as I
knew that this was wrong, I had no more fight left in me. I wanted this. It had
been so long that I’d been touched, desired, wanted, that it took all that I
had not to explode.

Up and down my shaft she welcomed
me past her full lips and warm tongue. She sucked insatiably, trying to pull
the cum that I fought to hold at bay wanting to prolong this moment. As she
worked my manhood my battle against her domination was losing out. I watched
her work me like a puppet master. I was but her wooden doll, and she pulled my
strings masterfully.

I grabbed her hair, gripping it
as she went up and down pleasuring me. Weakening me with her lips. Finally, my
body erupted like a volcano spewing lava from its maker.

I gripped the chair for dear life
as she continued to stroke me inside her mouth, swallowing all of me down her
throat. Not one drop escaped her. She stayed on her knees watching me as I
caught my breath.

After a few seconds, I lifted her
up and placed her on top of me. I kissed her like it was my sole purpose in
life. She maneuvered her dress off exposing her bare breasts, offering them to
me. I took her pink nipples into my mouth and she moaned from the feeling it
brought her body.

I could feel her wetness on my
cock, so it took no time at all to become aroused again. “Fuck me, Sterling,”
she begged.

There, on the patio, I lifted her
up, removing her thong and worked myself into her area. I was met with a warm,
wet bliss that helped glide me into her tight spot. She cried out when I fully
entered, and thanked me with an instant orgasm.

I wanted to pump her harder, but
held back not wanting to hurt her. I could not help staring at her gorgeous
face: her lips, eyes, nose and untamed hair, which hung down her back, getting
tangled in our hands, faces, mouths. She was intoxicating.

“Harder,” she begged. I gave her
want she wanted. I bounced her off of my thighs twisting and grinding inside
her, feeling her cum on me. Her wet pussy felt so good that my manhood pulsated
inside her. I could feel my veins throbbing against her moist tight walls. I
held her around her waist with one arm as I kissed her lips, neck, breasts.
Every time I touched her nipples she moaned even louder. In a moment of passion,
I even bit her breast. She froze, her head fell back as a mixture of both
pleasure and pain paralyzed her.

When the wave passed, she grabbed
hold my face and demanded “Harder!” I leaned back in the chair, grabbed her
tiny waist with both hands and slammed her down. My ass was practically lifting
off the chair. My thrusts drove her insane. She leaned back placing her hands
on my knees letting me have full control. She screamed my name repeatedly and I
worked hard to keep her doing so. 

Once she came again, I stood her
up and planted her against the wall. I sprawled her arms against the wall,
pulled her ass towards me and took her from behind. I held on to her breasts
and pumped her pussy.

“You feel so damn good, Hanna.” I
kissed her neck and fondling her breasts but by now her words were becoming
jumbled. Only moans escaped her. Her body was taking in what I gave it:
ecstasy.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked
knowing her answer would be no. She had never felt anything like this before
and I needed to feed. I had starved for so long there was no stopping me. I
felt like an animal that had been held in captivity for an eternity, who
finally absconded.

“No,” she managed in between a
flood of cream that now soaked us both. Her head fell back against my shoulder
as I continued to work her beautiful angles. I bent her over parallel to the
floor, placing her hands on the table and had my way.

All I cared was about the way she
felt and the sound two bodies made when one was taken from behind. I missed
that the most. I grabbed her hair yanking her head back and she liked it “Yes”
she screamed as I handled her tiny waist, sliding her back and forth along my
dick. I slapped her ass a few times making her scream out as she played with
her own breasts. That turned me on.

I took her over to the bed,
pulled her knees up to her chest and used them as leverage working inside her.
She held onto my waist driving me deeper inside her until finally she wrapped
her legs around me and held on tight.

I worked her until I no longer
had it in me to hold it in. Her creaminess took hold. With shaky hands, arms,
legs we kissed until we both came at the same time. My body convulsed on top of
her as all my pent up frustration and anger was finally released and she
happily accepted.

I rolled her over, holding her
from behind, and before long we both drifted off to sleep.

At some point my subconscious
woke me and reality slowly crept back into my world. I just realized that, once
again, I committed adultery.

What have I done?

I sat up on the edge of the bed
wishing that I had a cigarette and I didn’t even smoke. Instead I walked over
to the bar and poured another drink. I sat in the chair and faced my realism.
Hanna

***

It was 3 am when I decided to
wake her. “Hanna.” I shook her awake.

“Yes.” she stirred, smiling up at
me. She pulled down the sheet I had covered her with exposing her breasts to
me. She reached her arms out. “Come” she removed one leg out from under the
sheet spreading them, offering herself to me.

I fought the urge thinking long
and hard. I stood up. “It’s late, and your parents may be looking for you.” I
placed my hands on the dresser.

She rolled over onto her belly
pouting her sexy lips that were made for such an expression. She flipped her
hair eyeing me. “They’ve been asleep since midnight. What trouble could I
possibly get into in this small town?” she smirked.

“You’re saying this while in a
married man’s bed under your family’s roof.” I sat my bare ass on the dresser.

“I will only leave if you promise
to meet me for lessons tomorrow.” She playfully kicked her legs up behind her
perfect bare ass. I could not help but admire her naturally alluring ways. She
was perfection.

I walked away from her to get my
thoughts together. “Okay look…”

She sat up quickly resting on her
bent legs. “Don’t tell me again that you’re married. I may be young, but last
night didn’t prove that. So either you’re not sleeping together or you’re not
happy. I’m going with both.”

I sat down in a chair closer to the
bed. I looked into her jades so she would get my point. “Hanna this can’t happen
again…” but instead of letting me finish, she got up and walked towards me. My
mouth froze in anticipation of her touch. 

I stared up at her wanting to
tell her to stop but my mouth would not budge. She quietly sat down on my lap
and I could feel the heat between her legs. I so badly wanted to stop, but
already she had weakened me.

Why her?  I have been
approached by other woman before, so why her? 

All I knew was that this woman
sent chills down my spine and flutters to my stomach. It was like lightning
every time we touched.  It took but only a look to excite me and a touch to
arouse me.

I grabbed her waist when she
leaned over and kissed me. “I need to feel you inside me, Sterling.” Her voice
pleaded. And once again my body responded to her command remembering I was her
marionette. “I want you, Sterling.”

She lifted up, directing me
inside her and sat down. Both of us sore from last night, but there was so much
pleasure, it overrode the pain. Her face fell against mine as she rocked back
and forth taking me to where thoughts were forbidden, only uninhibited instinct
reigned.  I grabbed her face to pull back her hair. I needed to see her
expressions as she climaxed.

“How do you feel so good?” I
asked angry at myself, but it was more of a rhetorical question.

I let her have her way with me,
riding me, proving her point that she was no longer a little girl. When she
tired, I carried her to the bed, but this time, as requested, I gave her all of
me. All nine inches.

     Hanna and I met up as
planned to go skiing down an actual slope. It was a thrilling ride. I was
enjoying the day allowing myself let go of what I did, what we did. Every time
I looked at her I wanted her. It was shameful but when I was with her I didn’t care.

It was just above ten degrees but
my heart warmed when I saw Hanna’s smiling face. She skied effortlessly and
without reservation. She was a free spirit and I liked that about her.

I was getting the hang of it next
to her on the easy slope. I wasn’t ready for the big time yet. We skied most of
that morning until about lunch time. But since we had a full night we didn’t
hit the slopes until ten.

Instead of heading to the resort,
Hanna surprisingly had a crossover waiting for us down the road. “What’s this?”
I asked

“You’ll see.” She leered not
giving a clue. “Hop on.”

We took the back roads passing
nothing but trees and more snow. No one was around as I hugged her from behind.
She controlled the machine well, like she owned it, and I could tell there
wasn’t much Hanna couldn’t handle.

She took me to a small cabin in
the woods. How cliché. Inside it was warm and cozy like something out of a
storybook. I gathered the wood while she set the fire. There was a basket of
food, a blanket and a classical music CD waiting for us. 

“You thought of everything,” I
said amazed by her. I kissed her on the lips.

“I could tell that you’re a
hopeless romantic like me. I’m glad you like it.” She sprawled the blanket in
front of the fire, sat down and patted a spot next to her. I gladly obliged.

She didn’t allow me to feed
myself, she wanted to do it all. At first my reluctance kicked in and my body
would not relax but she made sure that I did. After she finished feeding me she
removed my top but her hands kept shaking.

I held her hands tightly stopping
her. “Hanna, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I don’t expect anything
from you. We can sit and talk.”

“I know, but I want you,” she
said removing her hands from mine. She continued to unbutton my shirt revealing
my chest. Then she went to my zipper. I stopped her.

“No,” I shook my head. She didn’t
understand at first until I started removing her shirt exposing her slender
frame. I stood her up as I stayed on my knees and removed her pants, then the
pink lace thong. I placed her on the floor and poured champagne between her two
breasts, down to her forbidden region. Her breathing started to quicken and her
nipples hardened.

I licked the liquid every place
it trickled making sure not to miss a spot on her flawless figure. She
wriggled, her mouth parted as sighs escaped. I reached her small brown bunny
runway and her legs willingly parted.

My tongue toyed with her clit
while fingering her. She was well past ready for me to venture inward. I was
eager to know how she tasted and was not disappointed when I did. My tongue
entered her walls discovering her sacred area. Her back arched upward, her
hands gripped the blanket, and her noises become a mixture of gasps and pleas
of rapture as I took my time tasting her cherry sweetness.

“Play with your breasts,” I said.
She did.

I could taste and feel her
satisfaction the more I played. I kept my face planted in her hot cave as her
knees rested upon my shoulders, her legs on my back. I swirled my tongue in and
out, up and down, vigorously sucking in the juices she served me.

She grabbed hold of the
furniture, knocking over a lamp as her body yielded all control to me.  Soon her
pelvis rocked as it knew to do, riding my tongue back and forth, screaming my
name “Sterling” over and over, until ultimately she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, Sterling,” she begged me
to enter her. Granting mercy, I released her, needing to feel inside her.  I
wiped my lips glossed with her flavor and entered her world, which I so
desperately desired.

She felt more exceptional than
last night. I had to see her face, needing to comprehend how this woman could
feel in such a way no words could describe, and her face showed what I was
thinking. We didn’t care, about the world, anyone or anything past this cabin
door. I needed to have all of her to myself.

I took my sweet time wanting this
moment to be about her.  I watched her face take all that I gave her and soon
her parted lips gave no sound as her body took her to euphoria. I wiped the
tears that ran down her cheeks as I continued to please her.

I never wanted to stop, and if my
body would have let me, I would have sustained this path. But I could not hold
out forever.

My body convulsed at it released the
fluids she brought out of me. I was saddened that it was over but our bodies
needed the rest after making love for over an hour.

We lay there holding each other
until we fell asleep drifting off to a place we both found comfort - in each
other’s arms.

In between our sleep she
whispered “I love you, Sterling. I knew it the moment we met.” She was half
asleep when she said it. I just held her tight not saying a word only staring up
at the ceiling.  I knew that I should run, leave right now, but I didn’t budge.
The thought of leaving even hurt my chest. So there I laid with her head on my
shoulder and hand on my stomach until I drifted back to sleep.

***

I jolted awake when coolness hit
me.  The fire had died out and it was now dark outside.

“Shit, Hanna.” I shook her awake
half startling her.

“What’s wrong?” she was groggy.

“It’s late. We have to go.” I was
already up getting dressed.

“Oh, no.” she cried as we rushed
getting dressed, gathering everything. We fell over and bumped into each other
a few times laughing at our clumsiness. I had to stop and kiss her plush lips.
I missed this, being with someone who was so easy to get along with.

We must have packed everything up
and hopped back onto the crossover in record time. She weaved in between the
trees in a hurry and we took an off-off road to get back to the resort. As soon
as we made it we realized it wasn’t that late. People were still coming in from
skiing but she still needed to check in. This was her job and her family.

We went into separate lockers,
showered, redressed and I made it out first. “Hey there, Sterling.” It was
John, Hanna’s father.

“Hey yourself.” My heart was
pounding. I forced a strained smile. If he only knew the things I did to his
daughter, he would probably kill me.

“Are you two just getting back?
My word she must be working you to death.”

Did he really just say that?

“Yes,” I responded. My body
started to become warm as remorse hit me.

“Which slope did you take today?”

“Which slope?” I had no response
as I stood there, arms folded and stumped. We had no cover story.

“Yes. You had to’ve been on a
slope to be gone this long,” He said. His eyes never blinked, his face
hardened, or was that my nerves.

Where the hell is she?

“You will have to ask Hanna. They
all look the same to me. I was about to head up…”

“Hey, dad.” Hanna came out of the
locker room looking refreshed. She ran up and gave him a hug.

“Hey sweetheart. I was just
asking Sterling which slope you were…”

“I took him on a medium run.” She
teasingly stared up at me. 

Is she crazy? Turn away Hanna
or he will suspect
.

“Good to hear. Hey we’re just
about to feast. Come join us, Sterling”

“Yes, please come,” She begged,
sounding too excited for someone who’s just a teacher talking to her pupil.

“I think that I’m going to head
up and rest. You know take it easy for the rest of the night.” My heart was
fighting to get out of my chest, my nerves were on edge.

“I won’t take no for an answer.
You’re here by yourself and you stay locked up in your suite too much.” He
patted me on the back then walked off with Hanna at his side. Discussion over.

Dinner was as awkward as ever, me
talking to the parents of the daughter I’m sleeping with. They wanted to know
more about me, where I came from and what I did. I answered politely not trying
to say too much, wanting to get out of there. As if things were not awkward
enough, they asked me why my wife didn’t come.

“This was a business trip and
since the job wanted me to stick around to talk to the big boss when he got
back they offered this ski trip.” Hanna grabbed my hand under the table and
squeezed it tightly.  A simple touch by her shot a current up my body.

But I wasn’t sure if she grabbed
my hand staking her claim or trying to relax me. As much as I wanted to
continue to hold her hand, the pit in my stomach grew. I pulled away unable to
face her.

I excused myself to go to the
restroom, but in all honestly to gather myself together. This was some heavy
shit I was in.

I just met her. How is she
under my skin?

When I left the stall, there she
was by the mirror.

“What the hell are you doing in here?
This is the men’s bathroom,” I asked walking over to the sink.

“Don’t worry I locked the door,”
She said reaching over and taking my junk in her hand. For a split second my
mind instantly succumbed to her touch. Just that quickly I imagined being
inside her again. But I managed to snap out of it, and stepped back removing
her hand. This was crazy. It was like she had some kind of hold over me.

“This is not a game and your
father is not a stupid man.” I washed my hands splashing water on my face, not
believing this bullshit right now. “Hanna, you have to get back to the table.” I
was doing my best to not freak out. “We both can’t go missing at the same
time.” I inadvertently snapped at her but then felt bad when her head hung low.
“I’m sorry, but please.” I held her shoulders.

“What’s wrong? I came because you
seemed upset, Sterling. You’re not regretting this are you?”

“Just give me a minute to think,
Hanna.” But when she didn’t move I saw in her eyes what I knew to be true. What
she had said earlier in her sleep was true. She was in love with me. Young love
happens so fast, and when you’re in it you lose logic and reasoning. Nothing
makes sense other than that love.

What have I done?

I held her close removing the
threatening tears. “No regrets, Hanna. Now please go back and I will meet you
soon.”

“Okay.” She walked to the door
then stopped. “But I will see you later, I mean after dinner?”

If I were a smart man I would
have said no, but lately I haven’t been too smart. “Yes, of course,” I sighed.

I made through dinner and headed
for my room. I headed straight to the bar, took two shots of tequila. I turned
off all the lights and fell back on the bed. Tonight was too close for comfort.

What was it about this girl that
spun me irrational? Was it the excitement, the risks, what? One thing I knew
for sure, the sex was electrifying.

It was then I decided to back
away from Hanna. I had to for her sake and mine.