Hotel Quarantine

She slipped her other hand down into my pants and then my panties, and pretty quickly she found my wet warmth.

For a moment she hesitated, stopped just at my mount. As if she needed to collect some courage. Or maybe she just wanted to linger, to make me wait. I liked the second idea more, and I held my breath, looking at her, pleading with my eyes for her to continue, while her other hand was still on my neck. Then her finger wandered slower and slipped right into me. Everything was slippery down there!

I let out a sigh to let her know my excitement. Her finger slowly played with my clit.

Amelia really didn't have to try hard before my breath started becoming heavy because of all the pleasure that was building up, and I was ready for her to bring me over the top. I closed my eyes to find the solace to enjoy my incoming orgasm, but Amelia didn't let me.

"Look at me!" she whispered strictly.

So I opened my eyes.

"I want you to look at me, when you come!"

I really wanted to, but when I came close to coming, I automatically retreated to my private place inside. She didn't let me, though. She even stopped her caresses and left me frustrated, until I opened my eyes again.

Her commanding voice was so very sexy. But it was hard. I wanted to come with my eyes closed. I had always come like that. Never had anyone made me look at them when I came. She had to remind me a couple of times, getting ever more harshly. And the more demanding her commands the hotter it got.

"Look at me, when you come!"

"Yes!", I moaned.

"You are mine."

"Yes! I am yours!"

I had never said anything like that. But I really believed it when I said it.

Her fingers made me believe it.

"I want you to look into my eyes when you come."

And I did. I don't know, what it was about her eyes. They were big and round and grey and mysterious.

"It shows me that you submit to me!"

This was all I wanted.

"When you come, come for me!"

And fuck, all these thoughts that she put in my head, all the right words she found! Everything I wanted to hear!

And then I came.

Hard.

I can't remember whether I closed my eyes or not, when I climaxed. I hope, I didn't. I would have liked her to see into me, because I came for her. But I really couldn't tell.

I remember her lying next to me, caressing me, while I recovered, enjoyed the waves in my body ebbing away.

Things were different now. She was nice and warm and asked whether I was okay.

I nodded and said: "Yes, thank you very much. It was great."

"I sometimes get carried away. I hope I didn't go too far."

"Don't worry! I like you being a dom. You can be my dominatrix."

"Your dominatrix?"

She hugged me with a huge smile, and when she noticed that I was getting cold, she wrapped me in her blanket. I was happy in her care.

We talked a little, which was really sweet while lying there next to each other in the bed. She was still dressed, me practically naked only in my soaked panties. It felt natural to me to be exposed while she was not. Although her playful dominance and submission had almost disappeared. It felt like two old friends chatting. But then again it also felt like getting to know someone new.

Like, when you pay extra attention to everything she says and try to figure that other person out.

She told me how she had watched me at the airport, at the gate and during boarding. I would have liked to think that some sort of a sixth sense had made me remember her. But I really couldn't tell for sure.

She told me, how she had observed me during takeoff and how I nervously flipped through the pages of the inflight magazine they provided. I remembered that. I am not a huge fan of flying either, although I wouldn't say I have a fear of flying. I just don't like the idea of so many tons of metal lifting itself off the ground into the air. I felt a little embarrassed when she told me that I was drooling while sleeping in my seat. And I was glad that all those observations made her forget her own fears of flying. Even though I hadn't done anything, I was happy to have been of help.

Eventually we became tired and I told her:

"I have to go back to my room. If they catch me here with you, we're in really deep shit."

"Don't worry!"

"I do worry, though. I don't have the £10,000 fine."

"Me neither. The night is long. Just stay a little longer! I got it under control. Trust me!"

I wanted to trust Amelia. It was just too cozy with her next to me, her arm wrapped around me, her hand on my belly, one finger lingering on the top of my bare bellybutton. As if this was some kind of symbol of her claiming her possession. I wanted to be claimed by her.

And so I trusted her and we both slipped into a satisfying sleep in each other's arms.

I don't remember what woke me, but the first thing I noticed was her body pressed against mine. Me being the little spoon, wrapped in her body, her hand holding mine. Her breath slowly and regularly washing against my neck like the waves rolling on the shore.

She didn't leave me much room to move, and so I enjoyed the regularity of her sleeping breathing, and I almost drifted off again. But I must have woken her, because first her hand came to life. It slipped out of mine and found my belly again, which it started to caress with these slow drunken movements when you are more asleep than awake.

I sighed and enjoyed the slow circles she drew around my stomach in my sleepy daze. More asleep than awake.

It was only when I heard the screeching tires of a car outside that I came to myself.

"Was that a car?" I whispered.

"Some dude impressing his girlfriend on their way home from the pub", she replied with a drowsy voice.

"We're in lockdown. No pubs are open."

"So what?"

"This dude is on his way to work. It's early in the morning! I have to go to my room.

"Naw, it's still late in the evening. Must be the pub."

I turned around to look out of the window.

"It's getting morning. The sun is coming up."

"That's the streetlights!"

"This is the morning sun."

"It is not yet near day. Trust me. It was the nightingale, and not the lark! In the car, you know."

"Amelia, it was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale! I must be gone and live or stay and die."

It was kind of funny, and of course all sleep was gone. I was waiting for her next words.

"Juliet, it's the fucking nightingale in the car on the way back from the pub. I don't know the words. But trust me, it's the nightingale, and you owe me a fucking morning orgasm!"

I could hear that she wasn't really angry with me. I was impressed though, I had met a girl who knew enough Romeo and Juliet to quote a little Shakespeare. Who can quote Shakespeare these days?

Or maybe she had just watched the movie too many times. Like me, when I was a girl with an enormous crush on Leonardo DiCaprio. Before I figured out that Claire Danes was actually so much hotter than him. But hey, Leonardo-Romeo is the type of feminine guy that a not yet out of the closet lesbian can actually have a crush on when she fantasizes about a self-confident girl that knows how to handle herself.

"If they catch us, we are done!"

I pushed her hand away and got out of bed.

The air felt cold, and I got goosebumps when my body became exposed to the cold air of the room.

She sighed.

I tried to look for my clothes in the dark, but she said:

"Go as you are!"

"I'm practically naked!"

"Gives you a reason to come back tonight."

"I don't need a reason! I will be back anyway, my Romeo!"

I couldn't see her face, but from her voice I knew that she was smiling.

"Okay, Juliet! Go and feed the bloody larks. But I tell you that it was the nightingale in the pub!"

"Goodbye, my Romeo, my love!"

I slipped out of the room and ran across the hallway naked wearing just my panties. I got into my bed without turning on the lights. The linen felt cold and the room sad, although it was practically the same as hers. But it wasn't because Amelia wasn't there.

It would be a long day before I'd be able to go back to her room.

And so I fell asleep until I was awoken by the phone. It was reception telling me that my breakfast was waiting for me outside my room.

Chapter 2

The day had crawled by. It had passed terribly slowly. I had spent the day watching specks of dust floating in the room. I was giddy and frustrated at the same time. But then it was time to go. They had brought dinner. I had eaten a little, but really I wasn't all that hungry.

I had wondered what to wear for her.

I wanted to be feminine for her. Beautiful. Like I was her girl. I wanted to be her Juliet.

I had taken a shower, done my hair and picked the only dress I had brought along. I wasn't really expecting much from London in spring and lockdown. So I had brought only one sundress. It was a little flimsy, fairly short with spaghetti straps and to be honest quite challenging. I hadn't really planned on wearing it. The reason I had brought is was because it was so light and because it represented the hope of finding someone for who I might want to be sexy. Well, against all odds I had found her before I had actually arrived in London properly.

I put on my makeup, I put on the dress, but I didn't bother with a bra or panties. She shouldn't have to bother with my underwear. No fabric should needlessly obstruct her access to my body.

I wondered what time she was expecting me, but then I heard the sound of her trombone. Dark and dull and dampened from having to cross through walls and doors.

The music sounded rhythmic, with a distinct beat.

It was loud enough that the man in the hotel room nearby almost immediately started to yell:

"Stop this racket! I swear, I will come out and fuck you up, if you don't stop this right away! I swear to God!"

Tensions were running high. I couldn't blame the man.

Carefully I opened the door and looked out. There was no one in the hallway, and so I quickly ran to her door, the sound of her trombone getting louder.

I knocked on her door. First gently, but when I realized that she didn't hear me, more forcefully.

The music stopped and yelled:

"Go away, angry man!"

The trombone started playing again, and I could almost hear her dancing to her own music.

"It's me! Let me in!" I yelled in slight panic.

The music stopped.

"Oh! Hang on!"

She opened the door, her instrument in one hand, and with the other she pulled me into the room, and I landed right in her arms. Just before I was swallowed by her big hug, I looked into her massive smile. Huge as an avalanche of joy, and it wiped away any sadness of the day.

She whispered seductively: "I've missed you!" and then gently bit my earlobe.

"I've missed you too!"

She pulled it down, carefully holding the sensitive flesh between her teeth.

It didn't hurt, she was gentle. The fact, that she seemed to know, what she was doing, made me trust her once again.

"There are all sorts of nasty things I want to do to you!"

Her warm breath with its sweet venom was slithering through my ear, dizzying me.

Where did she find those words, I wondered.

I didn't reply, I didn't say anything. I just wanted to be hers, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted with me. I wanted to submit to her in the most gentle fashion in which she sported her dominance over me so elegantly.

"Let's have some fun." She laughed out loud, and I was confused about that change of pace.

At the same time she started to jump. First softly, because I was still locked in her embrace, then more forcefully when I joined her. She began to hum the music she had just played, and I we both danced in the tiny hotel room to that beat.

It made no sense other than that all that energy had to go somewhere. It was weird.

She held me by my hand and made me twirl, and I did my best to make the hem of my dress fly as high as I could to show her as much of my naked ass as possible.

But really what struck me was her outfit. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white blouse. It was too big for her, like a man's shirt, and it was open except for a loose knot which tied the hems. It gave her essentially nothing but cleavage. From her neck to her bellybutton. However the most breathtaking thing was the fact that this open shirt revealed a dangerous amount of her small, pale boobs. My eyes were transfixed on how much her movements revealed of them. How the fabric was pushed aside.

She really looked like Romeo from the movie, infused with an overdose of female sex appeal. It was probably me turning around that made me feel dizzy, but I like to believe that it was also her pure sexiness. Holy!

When I tripped, her arms were there to catch me. She held me, and I felt like I was secure. I pressed my body against hers, and she stroked my hair, like she had rescued me, as if I was some damsel in distress.

Amelia kissed my forehead as if to console me, and I let out a little sigh to show her my approval.

I felt safe.

"I see what you're doing!" she whispered.

"What am I doing?"

"You are dressed like a floozy!"

"A floozy? No one has ever called me that!"

"But you are one, seriously!"

We both laughed.

"I don't want to be a floozy!"

"Then maybe Romeo's harlot?"

"I will be your harlot, if you want me to, fair Romeo!"

We both laughed and fell into each other's arms. Then she kissed me. It was one of those demanding kisses. She pushed me back against the wall, and I felt the rough surface of the wallpaper rub against my shoulder blades.

Her tongue had invaded me, and I was letting it happen. I wanted my faked resistance to be futile. I wanted to be conquered by her.

And so it was futile. I didn't put up much of a fight. Just enough to tickle her instincts.

A lesbian predator hunting for a me, her gay prey.

I allowed her thigh to rest between my knees. I even pressed my groin against her jeans. I hoped that she would feel through the denim that I wasn't wearing any underwear.

I guess my prey-ish behavior worked. She got carried away with her kisses, they became more forceful. She bent my neck and kissed me, even scraped with her teeth over my skin.

I felt the weight of her body against mine. My shoulder blades digging more into the wall. It didn't hurt. It just showed me that I had no say in all of this. That I was there to endure or to enjoy, but I had no decision to make. I was the subject of whatever she deemed fit to do to me.

There was her hand again, touching my throat, just casually hinting at what she might be able to do. I wouldn't even try to resist.

She backed off a little bit, looked at me, with only her hand on my throat.

I swallowed, as if I was nervous, but really just to feel the palm of her hand against my Adam's apple.

"You look incredibly hot! My little, submissive floozy!"

I nodded modestly.

She looked at me and whispered as if not to interrupt our play:

"Is everything okay?"

I nodded yes.

She took her hands off my neck, gently took my hand, and then she pulled me from the wall, reached around my back and lowered the zipper of my dress.

I immediately felt it loosen around my back.

Amelia started to hum her music again, but this time slower, this time an octave lower. We danced again, and she smiled again, mischievously this time. The spaghetti straps of my sundress didn't want to stay on my shoulders.

She enjoyed how I struggled to keep it up, as she held my hand, and I did fairly well, keeping the straps up on my shoulder. Of course what I really wanted was to present myself to her, but the game we played demanded me to resist.

But then she just changed the game:

"This is boring!", she said and flicked the straps off my shoulders.

Like a veil the soft dress slid off my body. Although it was the softest fabric, my erect nipples felt the sensation of the fabric falling down my breasts almost painfully. The dress slid over my hips and down my thighs until it lay crumbled on the floor.

I was naked.

"Oh wow!" Amelia exclaimed smiling. "Let me take a look at you!"

She took two steps back and let go of my hand.

I suddenly felt very self-conscious. I didn't know what to do, how to stand, what to do with my arms. And so I tiptoed around with some awkward movements before I vaguely covered my breasts with one arm and my groin with the other.

She just stood there, looking at me, smiling. Her grey eyes roamed all over my body. It felt like I could almost feel her gaze on my thighs, my belly, maybe even trying to move my hands away to uncover what they were shielding.

"God, how I love your pretend modesty!", she whispered. "You look so fucking gorgeous!"

This one curse word stuck out.

I didn't know how to react though in my embarrassment, I bent my knee, turned my hips a little as if I could cover myself a little more.

And I didn't say anything, I just lowered my head.

I had once seen a marble sculpture of a young nude woman in a similar pose. I tried to stand like her. And I felt like one. Exposed to Amelia's gaze, unable to do anything about it. The air of the room falling cold on my skin, cooling it to the temperature of marble. As if the molecules of the air were shamelessly taking advantage of my nudity, robbing me of yet another thing I owned: The warmth of my body.

"May I see your... secret?"

I was surprised that she asked. She could have ordered me. I would have obeyed.

Without looking up, I nodded and hesitantly dropped my arms to my hips.

The elegance of my pose was gone now. Amelia's gaze became more greedy.

"Turn around... please!"

Her last word was tacked on, as if she had initially forgotten her manners.

I turned around, presenting my back to her.

"God, you are such a beautiful creature! Like a unicorn come to life!"

Her words gifted me with the warmth, the cool air of the room was taking away from me.

"Please come!"

She nodded reassuringly, as she held out her hand. I took it, and she led me on the bed.

I crawled on it.

"All the way to the end!"

I suddenly became aware of how much of my butt I exposed to her, as I crawled to the head of the bed.

She walked around, propped a pillow on the headboard and tapped it gently to direct me.

I rested against the pillow, which felt weird. I didn't want to slouch, and so I pushed back my shoulders to present my chest to her.

She sat on the back, crossed her legs.

It was such a difference of power!

She was fully dressed, at ease, in charge. I was naked, exposed, at her mercy. It felt like I had given up all control of everything.

Amelia just sat there, watching me, and it made me feel nervous, uncomfortable. I inhaled and exhaled.

"Are you okay?", she asked, breaking the play for a moment, genuinely concerned.

I just nodded. I was more than okay. Me being at her mercy felt so right. So good. I was stripped of everything. Any control, any decision was gone. I was in her hands. I wanted to show her how much more I was willing to sacrifice to her. She would just have to ask.

I lifted my head, looked her in the eyes and nodded, embarrassed that I actually enjoyed this when I shouldn't.

"Touch your nipples!" she ordered.

I gently touched them. A jolt of electricity shot through them which surprised me. I looked up at her.

"Continue!"

I did, and it felt warm but also wrong with her watching me play with myself. I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment, but then I felt that it really should be her fingers on me breasts, and I opened my eyes to look into hers.

"Thank you", she said, which surprised me on the one hand, on the other hand I also understood.

"I want you to pull on your left nipple."

I rolled it between my fingers and then started to pull. There was a heaviness in my breast. First vague, like it had no source, then I felt it sting. I didn't know how far she wanted me to go. Her face didn't give me any clues.