Sweet Convictions (22 page)

Gemma
: You’ll never believe what I’ve just done...hence the slight delay in responding...hehe 

Mark
:
what have you done then naughty? Had a sneaky glass of vino? Gobbled half a cake? Lol

I swiftly become bashful and elude from blurting the words from my filthy mouth.

Gemma:
Haha, none of the above...I might tell you later

Gemma
: God Mark you're really doing something amazing to me! Not in a sexual way – Okay maybe a little hehe. But seriously, I've not caved like this to ANYBODY, even tho guys have asked me out or tried chatting me up, no matter how they’ve persisted, I've not wanted to even bother to get to know them since we started talking. You've done something so crazy to me! If this weekend goes well I'm warning you, I could fall for you a LOT faster than you think or might even hope

Gemma
: there! I said it!

Mark
: I know I am the same!!

Gemma
: wow is all I can say

Mark
: I feel right about this

Gemma
: so do I!

Mark
: it all just feels so...right

Gemma
: totally

Mark
: You have got inside my heart already and I dont understand it. I feel naive and silly in one respect but on the other I have never felt so optimistic and excited about anything in my life as much as I am about meeting you

Gemma
: yep you've nuzzled right into mine as well! It’s like every wall I've built around me has come crumbling down from the word go with you! I don’t understand it either, I almost don’t trust it and I certainly don’t like that I've opened up my heart so much—I feel so vulnerable

Mark
: Me too

Mark
: But I wont hurt you, I promise that

Gemma
: you can't say that babe...nobody can. Seriously, don’t—but thank you for having good intentions xx

Mark
: I am a man of my word and yes, I can because I trust myself more than anyone else. I know you are just not used to it

Gemma
: Oh great! I’m actually feeling quite emotional from what you've said! And you're so right about me not being used to it. I mean most people at the start of a relationship have the best intentions, but they don’t always work out and that’s why I find it so hard to accept. It would take time for me. But saying all of that, with you, for the ODDEST reason, I honestly feel that I would be able to trust you and believe what you say to me. It’s mental especially considering I don’t trust ANYBODY!

Mark
: I am not everybody else though.

Mark
: I put everything I have into the things I want to nurture.

Gemma
: as do i

Mark
: 180%

Mark
: you are so beautiful. Not just to look at but inside your heart. I am astounded by you

Gemma
: and I never thought a guy like you even existed! I began to think you were all married up with kids or that the selection of ‘fish’ I’d been left with were the ones that were gutted and tossed back in by the girls who didn't want them haha

Gemma
: glad you were tossed back in tho! haha

Gemma
: obviously taking away the hurt you felt. I'm just so grateful you weren't right for each other

Mark
: Now that I have found you (or you have found me) I am really glad too hun. I never thought a woman existed like you, Thank you for being on this earth when I was here too

Gemma
: you're welcome! same right back at you sweetness

Gemma
: Well, after that mush, I’d better get outa here. Got lotsa tidying up to do before you get here tomorrow and unfortunately, I don’t have the day off as you do. Have a good sleep xx

Mark
: 1 more sleep baby! Just a few hours and we’ll finally get to hold each other xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Mark
:  Night Baby XXX

A number of hours of tossing and turning and what feels like around 3 minutes’ sleep I’m finally dragged kicking and screaming into Friday.
I need more sleeeep!
Quickly remembering that it’s the start of what I’m hoping will be a remarkable weekend.
Either that or it’s gonna go completely tits up.

There’s not a hope in hell that
I can face eight hours of my boss’s egotism today. Three hours is just about my limit before I someday find myself shoving him out the third floor window; and even that’s pushing it. I absolutely refuse to have him put me in a foul mood today so I pull a fast one pretending to be unwell and manage to leave at midday.
Yeehaaa.
I eventually arrive home just over two hours later.
Fucking lunch time traffic and inconveniencing accident bollocks
.

I
shit, shower and shave; pluck, spray and moisturise; tan and enjoy a sneaky drink, and tan some more. Mark’s due to arrive at my doorstep around half eight. It’s still hours away.
Argh!
I’m ready with nowhere to go and nobody to see for another six long hours.

I put on a film but
my mind drifts. Okay, so maybe I should have stayed at work. At least that would have kept me busy and a little saner than I’m feeling at the moment.

“
Right,” I smack my thighs and lift myself from the sofa. “I’ll go to the shops. I need stuff. I don’t know what stuff but I’m sure I’ll find some stuff I need and want when I’m there.”

Two hours, one shitty candelabra, four silver candles, some table sprinkles, more stock of wine, vodka, brandy, mixers and some very fattening snacks later, I
find myself daydreaming in a quaint little coffee shop sipping a skinny caramel mocchiato through a straw. I’m contemplating what I should do next to kill the time.

I snap out of my daze looking down at my arm and
notice my home tan job is a pretty pathetic one. It’s patchy and uneven.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! It’s awful. How the fuckety hell did I not notice that before?
Mid-panic, it appears in front of me like an angel gradually descending down from heaven above – a tanning boutique – my golden goddess saviour. I leave some change on the table, gather my bags of non-essentials, and head over to book a booth. I investigate my arms a bit more and lift my top to check if it’s taken on my stomach. Of course, it hasn’t.

I charge
urgently into the shop.

“I’m going to need thirty minutes please,”
I ask as I dig around my purse for the fiver I could have sworn I saw in there earlier.

“Oh for fuck sake, seriously?”
I mumble angrily...at my purse!

“Um, sorry we don’t have tanning beds, we
only do spray tans.”

“
Oh right, my stupidity. It does say that all over the window after all,” I laugh at myself.

“
Do you take cards by any chance?”

“Yes, not a problem.
It’s an extra fifty pence for card fees though. Is that okay?”

“Sure, go for it.”

“That’ll be room three. First right and second left. Your technician will be with you shortly.”

I reach my booth
and undress. There’s a knock at the door and a very striking six foot something woman saunters through locking the cubicle behind her.

“Hello there, my name is
Celia and I’ll be your spray technician for the next half hour.”

“Hi,” I say rather intimidated by her beauty and large
jutting breasts. I turn to the mirror and notice that in my rush, my top had somehow slipped down and is now revealing one of my nipples from beneath the constraints of my blue lace bra.
Shit, no wonder the girl on reception was smiling so much.
Blushing, I begin to adjust myself, whilst thinking there really is no point. After all, in order to get an all over tan, I am going to have to completely disrobe. Nipples, clit and all.

             
Celia does the pleasantries and asks me questions as she preps her equipment and tops up her spray gun whilst I stand there trying yet again, to idiotically cover up.
Well you do feel fairly vulnerable standing stark naked in front of a complete stranger. Thank fuck I’ve shaved!

“Ok
ay then, would you like to step into the tent now?”

“
Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.”

             
“Right, so as you’ve had one of these before, do you know which shade you’d like?

“Yep, I’ll take the darkest please, but can it be the one that
I can wash off in an hour though please? I have a date tonight.”

“Absolutely
,” she says as she moves in for a closer look.

“I notice you’ve got a bit on already. It may not absorb as well as it should then. Are you happy for me to continue?” she checks with me.

“Yes, er, I know. Sorry, it was an emergency last minute attempt today which I’ve completely botched up! Should have bloody done it last night!”

She
gently massages my hands with a pre-tan lotion. Her touch sends shivers through me – probably just the cold.

“
You know to expect it to be a little cold, yes?”

“Yep,
it’s the worst part but just do it. Do it, do it, do it” I say as I shut my eyes, breath in, hold my breath and wait in anticipation for the bleak spatters of colour to hit my shivering goose pimply body.
Oh god, the hell we women go through to look good.

Tans are
so annoying. Yes, I know, worth it in the end, blah, blah, blah.
It’s the whole, stand here, lift your arms, spread your legs, twist your leg, bend your knees to a 90 degree angle, stand on your head, turn this way, turn that way. I feel like a robot and look like a disjointed break-dancing twat! The only good part about it, other than the end when I look like a golden beauty, is how horny I feel. I know right?! As perplexing as it can be, especially if it’s your first time; whenever I’m naked, I instantly feel like fucking.

I notice that
Celia’s wearing a white t-shirt...and, get this...no bra!
Who does that at work?! Although, who cares right now? Her nipples are peaked so much they look like they could dial one of those eighties rotary dial telephones. She’s so sexy!

             
I can see Celia discreetly attempt to look down at my pussy.
I guess not prudently enough if I manage to catch her in the act.
I smile to myself.
Hmm.

“
I bet the guys who tan here often try their luck with you,” I fill in the silence.
But why did I choose that to say? I make her sound like some easy slag!

             
“Sometimes, yes. Most know by now though I’m actually lesbian.”

             
“Really?” I say a little too over excitedly.

“Oh right so
...right...Okay.”

             
She laughs. For some unknown pathetic reason, I’m dumbfounded by what she’s just told me. I’m as shell shocked as if she had just said that she has a dick and a vagina!
She’s lesbian, not alien for shit sake!

             
“Does that make you uncomfortable at all?” she quizzes.

“I can always call someone else to take over if you’d prefer?”

“Oh god, no, not at all. It doesn’t bother me in the least. In fact, I’m bi-sexual so it makes two of us stuck here, alone in this private little room,” I say cheekily.

“Oh,
really? Well in that case, let’s continue shall we?” she says with one eyebrow lifted as she bends down to switch on the spray machine. At the flick of the button there’s an ear-splitting clack and the power goes off, lights and all. The only light there is are the dim blue upright floor lights beaming up from the laminate floorboards.
They must be on a different circuit or some technical bollocks to that affect.

“Oh don’t worry, this happens all the time. And even as often as it does, it still always somehow takes someone about twenty minutes to turn it all back on,” she says annoyed.

“No need to stress. I’ve got nowhere to be in a rush, so I’m happy to wait,” I comfort her.

“Thank you my love. Well I guess
I’ll take a seat and chat with you for a bit. Can’t leave you here alone in the dark now can I? That wouldn’t make me much of a professional would it?!”

She
places a towel on the floor and kneels down in front of me. I notice her sneak another peek at my shaven pussy as she lowers herself. Now I feel really vulnerable, so I shimmy about and align my face with hers and she smiles.

“It was a pretty good view from down here
—you didn’t need to do that,” she says slyly and confidently.

Did she really just say that?

“My apologies for spoiling your view. Would you prefer that I stand again?” I reply audaciously.
If I’m not mistaken, I think she may just well be flirting with me. Oh I do hope I’m right!

             
“I couldn’t possibly ask you to stand in front of me whilst I take in the sensuous contours of your arousing, curvaceous body.”

             
“Really?”
What? I have to ask!

             
“Most definitely! I’m not making you feel uncomfortable am I?”

“No
, quite the opposite actually,” I assure her as I raise myself back to standing exposed in front of her.

I admire her from above
as she looks approvingly up at me. Her nipples are standing to attention, as are mine. My pussy is tingling and I can only hope hers is too.
Oh wow, is what I think is about to take place, really about to happen? Fuck I fucking hope so!

             
I’m feeling a little flushed as I see her lift herself slightly. Her nose is in line with my aching pussy.

             
“I can smell you,”

HUH? What the...

              “Mmm, I love it. Your scent, a trace of want, the essence of desire,” she says as she sniffs in.
Oh right! That! Is this a little odd or is it just me? Fuck it! Let’s see where it goes – aroma and all.

             
My pussy is wet and I can feel my juices trickling down the inside of my leg.

             
Celia leans forward and places her hands on my hips as she shuffles forward on her knees. She pulls me closer as I swallow hard and crouch down to kiss her. She gently guides my face out of her way and I feel the warmth of her breath close to my pussy as she trails her tongue up and down the inside of my thighs before energetically flicking it back and forth across my clit, eventually burying it inside my saturated cavity.
Fuck me, that’s a long tongue!

My
nipples stiffen and the goose-bumps multiply. I remain standing tall and run my fingers through her soft glossy hair as she contravenes every policy and rule in the company book. Still licking me, she slips two fingers inside my warm wet pussy as her thumb slowly circles my hardened clit. I take hold of the back of her head and pull her in even closer. I can hear her struggling to breathe.

I place my hands on her shoulders and lower myself
, my face parallel with hers. I lift her t-shirt over her head and lay her back on the towel. I trail my nails along her neck, down the middle of her torso and back up and over her tits. I squeeze them together and lift her head forward. I want to see if she can lick her own nipples.
Oh my god she can. The lucky bitch!
I take that as a favourable challenge and sit over her chest – her breasts squished between my legs and return her head to an upright position.
She’s going to have a seriously sore neck after this. Do I care right now? Not likely.

I’m
the accommodating type so I push a couple of rolled towels behind her head to help as I tell her to lick my pussy between her tits. Oh god the sight from up here is staggering. It turns me on so much that I come within seconds of her licking. I travel my twitching body down to her legs, quickly freeing her of her sandals and leggings.
Shit, her body rocks.
Sweating already, I clamber about for my bag, pull out my golden egg and switch it to high as I lean in between her legs and place it on her clit.

“Fuck!” she shouts.

“Shhh.”

She pulls
apart the moist folds of her vulva exposing her clit even more and lifts her hips into the air in the hope she can get even closer to the vibrating pleasures of my toy. She’s doing butt lifts, up and down, up and down trying to fuck the little oval device. Shifting myself into full throttle control mode, I taunt her and pull it away.

“You want to be fucked do you?”
I ask rhetorically as I turn off the buzzing and drop it onto the floor.

“Yes, I want to be fucked hard,” Celia
corroborates.

I lift both her legs into the a
ir and push them as far back as they go to the sides of her head.
Shitting hell she’s agile.
I then squat over flexi-Celia as I position my pussy in line with hers and ride her like a cantering horse. She sighs and moans again and I place my hand over her mouth as I fuck her faster before reaching an incredibly explosive climax for a second time. My thighs are on fire so I selfishly collapse backwards onto my bum. My body trembling and weak, my legs shaky.
That’s got to have been the equivalent of at least a hundred consecutive squats!

“Shit, that was fucking astronomical!” she
conveys as she leans over to the side to find the egg and forcibly snatches it into her hand. She switches it on and finishes herself off as I watch encouragingly.

Unbelievably timely,
the power returns and we both scramble guiltily to our feet.

“Right, so you wanted the dark correct?”

“
Er, yes, please. Thank you.” We laugh.

I smile and watch as her shaking hands spill the solution over the sides of the bottle.
We giggle as she switches on the spray gun and squirts the chocolate-coloured solution onto my naked pounding body. The coldness goes straight to my head and completely sequesters my breath. I feel disorientated and at the same time, it’s welcoming and somewhat invigorating after the rather searing moment we’ve just shared.

Just over an hour
later, I pull up to the flat and look down at my watch. Another couple hours to go. I can’t even drink away the time as I don’t want to be completely hammered when he turns up. I’d like to be nicely unperturbed and less of a jibbering fool but not smashed outa my head. What a complete nightmare that would be. I’ve even told Mark to have a few beers on the coach or he’s going to be a bundle of nerves when he gets here. He’s already text me to tell me how shaky and nauseas he is.
Ah, such wonderful effects I have on a man. Poor pooch.

Another
hour of pissing about the flat whilst scaring my cats shitless with the acute darkness of my body and clear glow-in-the-dark whiteness of my eyes and teeth, avoiding touching walls or sitting on the sofa or anywhere for that matter; I finally hop into the shower and wash off the residue of the spray tan solution and of course any evidence of sexual shenanigans from earlier. I’m soon a gorgeous bronzed goddess.

I apply a fresh layer of
make-up accentuating my eyes by going for a cats eyes look as I draw a thick slanted line of black eye-liner across the length of each eye lid. I then brush on loads of dark silver-grey eye shadow onto the top and underneath my eyes before finishing off with moistening my lips with a pink shimmering lip-gloss. I slip into a light pink and white lace lingerie set, a white t-shirt and blue jeans.
God I look good!

Chapter 13

It’s j
ust gone eight fifteen. He’ll be here any time now. I’ve been pacing holes into my floors—back and forth from the sensually candle-lit lounge to the twinkling fairy-light decorated kitchen window.
Oh god, are the candles too much? Maybe I’ve gone over the top a bit.
Shit. It’s too late to worry now. He’s here!

A
bottle of red for me, Mark’s five hour coach/one hour train and fifteen minute cab journey later and I see him pulling up outside my flat. My heart flutters...or stops – I can barely tell the difference anymore. The build up over the week has left me so overwhelmed by it all that I’ve completely lost control of my own feelings. I guess the wine isn’t helping either. Or maybe it is. My tummy is churning like a tumble dryer of emotions. I quickly shoot into the bedroom and lightly spray myself with my very own aphrodisiac; Narciso Rodriguez - my signature scent.
Mmm, sex in a bottle.