1. Perfect Timing


    Date: 12/30/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: marlowe, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    Food delivered to the table and empty plates taken away, wine bottles emptied and quickly replaced, compliments following compliments, smiles and laughter flirting under a veil of stolen glances, pledges and promises and truth and lies smothered under the sound of raised voices and clattering plates. The taxi dropped them back at ‘The Royal Belvedere Arms Hotel’ just after eleven . After staggering unsteadily through the door, Beverley made a quick detour to the kitchen returning with a smile and a bottle of champagne in each hand. Corks popped and the wine flowed, too many toasts inviting too many drunken off-key choruses of ‘Happy Birthday,’ Beverley deliberately letting his age slip into the song and casually announcing that at forty-two she was twelve years younger than Charles. Standing at one end of the bar, George and Charles giggled and laughed like a couple of teenagers, swapping lewd anecdotes, telling dirty jokes and making suggestive innuendos, unaware that their voices were too loud. Sitting on stools at the opposite end of the bar, Mark and Beverley talked quietly over the commotion, flirting with each other at any given opportunity. George’s overexcited and overloud voice broke their flirtatious interlude. Holding his hands about ten-inches apart he proceeded to tell a joke about a large penis, but with an alcohol fuelled memory lapse he missed the punch line and in an outburst of hysterical laughter he pointed a finger at his friend and colleague shamelessly ...
    announcing that he was hung like a horse. She smiled into his eyes, dipped a finger into her wine and sucked the liquid from her finger with flirtatious suggestion, a mischievous smile curling the corners of her mouth. “Is that a fact? I always thought you were a bit of a dark horse.” The sound of the telephone ringing interrupted the sexually charged atmosphere. The landlord from the Red Bull and some members of the golfing club were discussing the next golfing tournament in Portugal and because Charles was the secretary of the golfing society he asked him if he would come to the Red Bull to agree an agenda. After quickly draining the contents of his glass, Charles announced that he would take George with him. With a smile and a dismissive hand, they were gone. In the darkness and disquiet hanging between them they shared a smile and clinked glasses. “Happy Birthday,” Beverley muttered disapprovingly into her glass, before lifting off her stool and pressing a button on a black and chrome box behind the bar, the velvety voice of Frank Sinatra singing ‘In the Wee Small Hours,’ filtering through speakers, soothing the room with the perfect music for seduction Taking his outstretched hand and sitting back on her stool, the intimacy of touch fuelling the fire of passion, lust and desire heightening arousal, brushing his hand across her face, tracing the outline of her mouth, her full red lips delicious and soft, the kind that pleaded for the most gentle of kisses and offered the ...
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