Chasing Rainbows (16 page)

George noticed a bottle of Pinot Noir on the table, it was half full. So, she had been drinking before he arrived.

Olivia noticed George looking at the bottle.

“It is my favourite wine. Did you know it is one of the hardest grapes to grow as it is so susceptible to disease?” she said.

George detected the odd slur of word and he wondered if she was drunk.

Was she ripe for the picking or how long it would be and how much wine would it take before she said, “Yes”, to him.

Olivia sat down after pouring George a drink and with a smile asked him if he was offended by her attire.

She said she could soon put some day clothes on but always felt more comfortable in her big T shirt after a long day.

George pretended to think for a moment, cocking his head to one side before saying, “No it is fine, unless you are feeling the cold”.

George was thinking how to remove the one thing between himself and her body, he did not want her to be putting any more clothes back on.

They both sat silently drinking the wine.   It was a comfortable silence and then they both spoke to together and said, “Go on then, tell me about yourself”.

They began to laugh and the ice was broken.

Olivia told George about her family, her husband and her children. She loved her job and had only been with 'Into the Sun' for four months.

She told him of her trip to Norway and the attention she got from a younger man in a nightclub, who thought she was much younger than she was.

At this point George began to wonder just how old she might be, it was obvious she was younger than he was. He would not have liked to guess her age.

She laughed as she said the young man asked her to sleep with him.

She thought his request was sweet but declined.

She said, “We had a good snog outside the hotel though”.

As she went on with her story she told George that all her colleagues came out on the balcony and began clapping.

She said it was extremely embarrassing as they all knew she was married.

She said that she felt sad the next day when she left Alesund on the ferry and would probably never forget the young man in denim.

George asked if she might have slept with the Norwegian.

She scowled and replied, “I don't sleep around. I drink and do some very silly things sometimes, that is all”.

George refilled Olivia's glass in the hope that she might get silly later. He still might get lucky.

Olivia asked George if perhaps he might like some coffee. He declined and went into a panic. If she had coffee she might sober up and he didn't want that to happen.

A problem was arising for him as he began to slur his words and he realised that he too was perhaps getting a little drunk.

George began to tell his story. He was a good story teller and rarely told the truth to anyone about his life.

This woman before him seemed different.

There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to bed her and then he would leave, not wanting to carry the relationship further.

He had enough complications in his life, without adding another.

There was something compelling about Olivia that made him take his guard down. He talked without hesitation.

He talked about his sad marriage to a woman who seemed to like alcohol and money, more than she liked him.

George wasn't sure if he should tell Olivia about his mistress, but he did.

He could not believe what he was doing, the words flowing freely as he opened his soul to a woman he hardly knew.

George  had never, ever told anyone about the real state of his life.

He had taken off his mask and let Olivia see the real person he was. This was very disconcerting.

George stopped to take a drink of the potent wine.

Olivia was looking down into her glass as George remembered part of a long poem by Charles C Finn. It was about masks and the different persona we present and how we hide behind masks, the words came to him as they sat in silence.

He began to recite the poem in his head as reminder that we might not always be what we show to others

Here was George, half drunk , sitting next to a portacabin in a very strange bedroom in Germany, with a woman who, for some reason made him feel comfortable enough to have taken his mask off and thrown it away.

He wondered what this pretty, honest and extremely sexy person, was thinking?

She was watching him over the top of her wine glass.

Olivia did not have to work at being sexy, she wasn't even aware that she was.

It came naturally, as she portrayed an innocence and humour that could melt the soul.

He sat back and they smiled at each other.

The large T shirt hiding a body unseen, that was only hinted at, by her cold nipples sticking through the material.

George closed his eyes and remembered how her breasts were pushing into his side when they were in the erotic theatre earlier.

Was he going to be a lucky man tonight? His mounting erection said, “Hopefully”.

The next two hours passed quickly. During that time there was seriousness, discussion and laughter.

Part of the discussion was what might happen after they finished the bottle of wine.

It all became rather bizarre as they discussed whether or not they should have sex.

It was all so natural as they bantered over the finer points of sleeping together when hardly knowing each other.

That was not a problem for George but appeared to be one to Olivia.

A deep conversation took place about whether they should 'fuck' before the morning.

Olivia said, “Well you can't call it making love can you? You make love with someone you love. What we are talking about is lust, the body needs a release. For that reason it is not going to happen. I would not go with anyone just for the sheer hell of it”.

George was extremely tactful believing that he might possibly wear her resistance down.

He just had to wait.

Olivia kept changing the subject and scuttling down other avenues of thought until she leant across the table onto her elbows and began to tell George about her encounter with a clairvoyant six weeks earlier.

George could not keep his eyes off Olivia's face as she began her story. Her face was the most expressive he had ever seen on a person.

She said, “I went to see a friend of mine, Alex Roberts, he is a clairvoyant and reads tarot cards. I met him years ago at a clairvoyant party. They were very popular once upon a time, took over from Tupperware I think.” She laughed.

“
I also went to him for some regression therapy too, it was all very interesting. Anyway, to cut a long story short,” she stopped there and smiled.

“
I hate that phrase, don't know why I said it, it is the most annoying phrase when someone says it. Alex told me this was going to happen.”

George interrupted her, “What that you would cut a long story short?”

She laughed and took a drink. “No not that! Alex told me the number six was important, he felt six weeks or maybe six months. He said I would sleep with someone else, not my husband. I found it all quite upsetting and got a bit cross. I told him he had the morals of a gutter rat and I was happily married. He stuck to his guns and asked would I like to take a bet out with him?”

George sat quietly listening to her as she began to look rather uncomfortable.

She continued, “I told him no way would I ever, ever, sleep with another man. I forgot about it till just now; until we began to discuss the pros and cons of doing what you so obviously want to do.”

George was taken aback by what she said, was she not that drunk then? Could she read his mind?

Olivia looked away as she said, “Some people do what psychics say in order to prove them right. Well not this lady, she always does the opposite. People then say I was told this would happen and it has. So for that reason George no way are you and I going to get it on together, just to prove Alex Roberts was right”.

Olivia refilled her glass and emptied it in one go. He watched her, fascinated by the woman before him.

He felt that age old stirring in his groin once more, he so wanted her, to savour every piece of her body and he had no idea how he was going to do that now.

She put the glass down on the table and leant on her elbows, her head resting on her hands, “No way,” she slurred, “is that going to happen EVER, keep the thought in your dreams George, there will be no sex tonight , or EVER with you or any other man.”

George left the table to make a drink at the sideboard, where there was a small travel kettle, some mugs and the usual selection of drinks one found in most hotel rooms.

Returning to the table he sat down and placed a mug of steaming coffee in front of her.

“
Olivia, here drink this,” he said, “You are sounding pretty drunk just now”.

It was his turn to speak and he gave his reply to her previous speech, now she was off her soap box.

“
I respect you for what you have said and understand where you are coming from, it was very interesting. Let it go and don't let it spoil what , up to now, has been an entertaining and educational evening. Yes, I admit that I fancy you and what man wouldn't want to bed you? I am surprised by how much I am attracted to you, as you are not the usual type of female I go for. There is something about you that I can't quite put my finger on and I would so like to make love to you. I would not disappoint you either.”

Olivia smiled and looked down at her feet as he went on, “There is something special about you, sweet and endearing which fascinates me.”

George looked at his watch and continued, “ Look it is now three thirty and we have an early start, we both need to get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow; today. So how about I stay here now and we won't get under the covers just lie on top, as mates and get some kip?

It was Georges turn to drive the mini bus in the morning and he needed his sleep.

George was giving up on his quest, believing all to be lost and keeping the thought that there might be other nights when he could try and break Olivia's defences down.

George took the last drink of his coffee and went over to the bed, “Do you mind?” he asked Olivia who was staring intently at him. “Don't worry Olivia, I won't touch you...... We shall just be mates? Come on love you look whacked”.

George lay down on the bed and swept his arm across the empty space beside him, “It's time to sleep”.

Olivia returned the mugs to the sideboard before coming over to the bed and lying down next to George.

A waft of her perfume hit his senses. “What a waste”, he thought.

George turned to kiss Olivia good night, a quick peck on the cheek. He put his arm round her and pulled her close.

Olivia snuggled into him and kissed his cheek. George spoke sharply to himself, “Don't! You have lost this one, let her go”.

As they began to dose together the most amazing thing happened.

Olivia jumped off the bed taking the oversized t shirt by the hem and in one swoop she pulled it over her head and threw it to the far corner of the room, a mass of pink flying through the air as she said, “Fuck you, Alex , I'll do what I want, when I want, with who I want and this is what I want”.

She threw herself onto the bed and landed next to George whose eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets.

This was definitely a time when Christmas came early. He did not think he had ever seen such a lovely body.

Olivia was definitely a woman to hold, a woman to kiss, a woman to hold, a woman to make love to. This was no 'wham bang, thank you mam' body.

This body was built to be caressed, stroked and kissed all over. George began to do just that.

He pulled Olivia to him and kissed her forehead. He looked at those lips that were smiling him onto her mouth.

As their eyes met a thousand violins began to play inside his head.

Their lips met and locked.

It was such a pleasure feeling those lips on his. She was delicious; his tongue entered slowly making its way round the inside of her mouth .

George felt her tongue rise to meet his and they danced the dance of tongue love, slowly, sensually.

She shuddered as he thrust his tongue in and out , making love to her mouth. He tickled her lips that were so soft, moist and tasted exquisite.

He tasted the nectar of love on his mouth and that which was between his legs began to rise.

George moved his hands up to cup Olivia's breasts. She had hidden them well.

He was surprised that they were so big, so beautiful. They were firm and magnificent.

He stopped kissing her and pushed her back as he looked into her eyes and asked, “Olivia are you sure?”.

She nodded, her eyes widening in anticipation.

His lips spoke to her neck with small nibbling kisses and then slowly moved down to her large brown nipple.