Chapter ten, Thursday:24thoctober2013, the Humvee
“Blimey Daniel!!” I answer still shocked at the dramatic way he answered my question, “surely you’re overreacting.” I clasp his hand in mine, he visibly relaxes a little, glaring at me, and plants a soft quick kiss on my knuckles. Deciding to initiate some intimacy to help with his mood, I remove my seatbelt and lean over and kiss him, he responds by putting his fingers in my unbrushed hair, the tangles hurt me, he palms the top of my head, pushing my head down... I unbuckle his belt and unzip the fly of his jeans, not taking my eyes off his, his eyelids open wide in appreciation, and with my warm hands I gently tease out his now hard cock. “I’ll help you relax Daniel” I whisper, and using his own phrase against him, “always ready for me” I wink.
“Oh baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
“We're in a car, this is all you're getting.” My fist is gripping the end of his cock and my thumb rubbing over its tip, he is definitely not relaxing. My lips graze his ear and I breathe hot air over his cheek “I’m going to make you cum.” I breathe. “I love you in my mouth Daniel” plus, I was beginning to feel peckish again. My tongue flat I lick the underside of his penis like a lolly and groan like a porn-star. I run my tongue slowly around his ridge like I would if my ice cream cone were melting and I am licking up the drips. I flick my tongue over the end and blow cool air over it, Daniel wriggles under my head, as if he can't control himself. I let his cock enter my mouth finally and take it in slowly, very slowly in a tease, all the way in, and gently massage his balls at the same time.
“I’m going to cum Tharie” he can hardy utter anything and his words come out as a gasp of air through clenched teeth. I close my lips around him and with firm massage techniques from my tongue slip him in and out in a steady rhythm, I fist the shaft at its base to heighten his experience, the guttural sounds he makes prove Cosmo was right about that tip too. Trashy and compulsively readable, and educational magazine. He grips my hair tightly as if guiding the speed, I suck harder and mover my head faster and faster. He pushes himself further into me, I hear a gasp, feel a spasm and his hot salty ejaculate slides down my throat. I have made him forget his strange life for five minutes, and thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. I lick the end of his cock finally, with a degree of satisfied fullness, “hmmmm. I enjoyed that.” I whisper. He does up his jeans and belt and looks at me with a great smile, “you're incredible baby” he closes his eyes, “where did you come from?” He seems so sincere, and that’s red rag to a bull to me and I can't resist, well I’m only human.
“Dagenham originally” I answer.
He rolls his eyes at me, “that’s not quite what I meant.” I roll my eyes back, subtlety not appropriate at this time, but please leave your message, and we’ll get back to you when it can be fully appreciated.
“I know that silly,” just deflecting your romantic tirade.
“Where baby,” he looks at me laughing, “where did you come from, into my life?” He bites his lip to stifle a thought, to keep some words behind his teeth. “No one has ever done anything like that to me,” he takes my hand, “in a car before,” and adds playful wink.
“Glad I could help with your mood Daniel” I reply with a fake professional tone, you know the kind of thing? Like you'd hear from a pencil-skirt wearing PA. I buckle myself up again and sit looking out of the window. Silence falls over us briefly then. Daniel leaves his seat and kneels between my legs on the floor of the car, well, it’s only fair.
Here we go again, there's lots of room in a Humvee I notice, I wonder if the designer built-in enough leg room for this purpose? Tit for tat. “I want you to look out the window,” he tells me what he wants me to do, “I want you to watch the people watching you” he waits for his instructions to sink in.
“Don’t look at me or close your eyes baby.” My skirt hem is up again, thank goodness for jersey miniskirts eh? And my panties are around one ankle, Daniel moves fast. He eases both hands under my buttocks to lift my hips to his face and flicks me with gentle kisses all around my belly and at the topmost of my legs, teasing me, such a sweet tickle, wanting his lips on me, and he takes his time. Bloody hell again. I try to concentrate outside the car as were stuck in traffic our car barely moves forward a few feet before stopping and I can look right into the faces of the people, crowds of them, outside. I feel guilty, but that’s the point isn’t it? Suddenly hoping the windows are suitably tinted.
Daniel licks me from my vagina to my bellybutton in one long movement, nibbling my folds and lips gently on the way, “you are ready for me.” His pupils dilated and dark in the pool of pale, “always ready and waiting.” Determined to obey, I watch the people waiting to cross the road. “We'll let’s see how long I’ll make you wait this time.” And hums to himself.
“Do, please Daniel,” I gasp as the end of his tongue flicks fast over my little wet and tender swollen mound, sucking on me gently, driving my swollen sex insane, faster and faster, flicking and licking. My body sends beautiful shiver all through me and my nerves begin their countdown to climax. Faster and faster, I’m getting very hot, “you taste so good baby,” he gasps for air. His tongue adds pressure where I need it most and my hips almost jump out of my seat.
Grinding gently into his face I can’t help it, it's sweet, sweet agony he is making me wait. “Please Daniel, please.” I beg. He slides a hand out from under me and slips a finger inside, quick little movements in and out, then its three fingers then four, faster and harder, it's ecstasy, and his tongue flicks over my * harder and quicker.
“Cum for me now baby, eyes open.” His fingers slide out and his tongue goes inside, it’s an incredible warm soft feeling and I love it, he is eating me, it’s a feeling I should write to Cosmo about.
Bloody hell.
Then suddenly, I fall around him, a deep crashing incredible fall, the bliss of orgasm leaves me feeling heavy and my mind has a warm fuzzy feeling, I am soaking between my legs. “You taste so sweet baby, I could lick you up all day.” And he tongues me in one long slow sweep.
“And I’d let you.” I look down at my lap and smile to myself.
“We can’t seem to stop f*cking each other.” He slides my panties back up my legs to help me, clearly I don’t have the energy to help myself. I wiggle my skirt straight, and try to make myself look presentable. Daniel kisses me then buckles himself back into his seatbelts just as the traffic clears and the car goes speeding off.
Daniel gets a text, he reads the glowing face of his phone and his mood alters instantly. He takes a deep breath and pats the bag on the floor containing the jeans. His mood has chilled the atmosphere inside the car by a few degrees and healthy, boy/girl banter is dead between us. Back to serious, Daniels mask is back on. I don’t want to be involved. I've done all I can do, for now.
TC: “How's my boys?” I ask hopefully.
JG: “Muddy and bonkers, they're fine T” good.
We travel in silence for what seems like ages, but it’s really only ten minutes, we’re still wholly inside the city limits. “I’ll be happier once we’re home in London”, he says suddenly, clearly he’s made his mind up about something, “I have my own people there who can keep a watch, make sure everything is OK.” I don’t live in London but now’s not the time to correct him. He looks genuinely worried by the package in his bag, he keeps looking down at it, like it's a disease, not just an amazing pair of jeans. “I won’t be seeing you this weekend Tharie” his voice suddenly hard, he's switched from intimate happy Daniel to someone I no longer recognise, his mask intact and frozen he is unreadable, unmovable. He doesn’t elaborate, I get no explanation, but strangely being on my own seems perfect.
His words seam a total overreaction I say, “Yes, I must get some practice in for the weekend,” I try to sound calm, “get George and Harry ready for their event.” Pause for effect, waiting for a reaction to my delicate reminder of my real life. Nope. I wring my fingers in my lap, “can’t wait to smell that country air.” Still nothing, surely it’s time to give up, but I’m stubborn remember? He is self-absorbed right now. “All this grey is too homogenised for me.” I continue, reaching into my bag for a nervous application of lip balm, something to do, a mental distraction. I suddenly know the very thing:
TC: “Hi Mum, I’m heading to Narita for my flight” twelve hours early.
EC: “Safe journey love” she likes it when I’m homeward bound, me too.
TC: “See you soon” can’t wait, need to hug my Mum, she’s soft and comforting, she’ll put all this nonsense to rest, along with putting the world to rights too of course. The world according to Eve Charles, scary thought.
I miss her.
It's nearly lunchtime, our flight is in 2 hours. Daniel swipes away another message on his phone, grits his teeth and looks out of the window, as Tokyo flies past. From beside me I hear a loud hiss of escaping air as Daniel lets out of his lungs, “I’m staying another day Tharie,” had I heard him correctly? “I’d love you to stay with me, I have someone I need to speak to.” He puts a small folded piece of paper back in his pocket, he thinks I haven’t noticed. I decide not to pry, he'll tell me if he wants to. I don’t want to be that kind of girl, we haven’t known each-other a week yet.
I can't keep the shock from my voice “I can’t Daniel.” I use his name to add an additional tone of disappointment, I look at him like he's forgotten everything I’ve told him about myself.
Suddenly I’m hurt to my core, he doesn’t care about me enough clearly to be interested in me at all, just my body, or part of it, and that thought hurts me. “I’m eventing Saturday,” he can’t have failed to hear a note of cross in there too, but if he does, he’s not taking any notice of it. “I can’t let the team down, I have both horses in it.” I tell him, again, “I’m half the team!” Give up Tharie.
He is instructing the driver, not hearing me. I shut down. Daniel breathes audibly, he takes my hand and I remove it, hurt he says “yes, yes of course, you must go.” He does remember, what has happened in the last twenty minutes to change this man so much? We say nothing else to each other, I am confused and a little hurt. He’s on his phone now, already finding some distraction from me.
So go I do.
I stay in the Humvee, and it takes me straight to Narita I turn an watch Daniel on his phone standing beside the road, as his car pulls away with me still inside, wondering what just happened.
TC: “Daniel, don’t understand what just happened, I hope I am not the reason for your darkened mood”
DP: “Safe flight Tharie” that’s very formal, that’s not good, I want to be home, with my horses, where I’m never hurt, well, only physically.
I grab some avocado and cucumber sushi. Happily they make quite a good cup of tea on the Virgin flight, and I sleep the whole way home, time for my brain to rest.