Lawless games 1 - Sexy chloe gets naked

Chloe awoke.  There was someone in bed with her.  She blinked her

eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room.

The realization struck her that something hard was pressing

between the cheeks of her bare bottom.  It continued to probe.

Chloe gasped; no mistaking what it was; and it was causing

exquisite sensations.

She scanned the room for clues to his identity and took in her

discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head

pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy,

hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was

holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and

discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing

of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until

she decided what to do.

While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together

yesterday’s memories. Since finishing law school two months ago

she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten-hour

bus journey yesterday, from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious

hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting

off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired she had made her way

to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was

coming back to her, gradually now.  Her eyes felt dry and she was

in dire need of a coffee. She had met a man, an English man, they

had had several drinks. He had been amusing, with a dry sense of

humor. And then?  Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest

recollection of that occurring.  With a sense of dread she hoped

that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of

doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.

His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming

over her labia.  She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through

her.  It was this pleasant pressure, she realized, that was

making her reluctant to turn to face him.  An image was forming

in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome,

with dark hair.  A snatch of conversation floated into her mind.

“They’re after me, I know it.” he’d said.  “They’ve followed me

from London.  I chose this place because it’s completely off the

beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find

me.”  She must have looked puzzled because he had continued. “I

saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car.

Now, everywhere I look I see them.  They’re tailing me.  Guess

it’s time to move on.”

She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank,

functional walls of the room.  She could hear the splash of the

swimming pool beyond the window.  She barely remembered booking

herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth

hostel.

Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from

sleep to consciousness.  Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He

was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm.

Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his

bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very

provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so

good looking.

Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him.

When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimeters away. They

were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking,

he focused on her.  He rubbed his square chin, covered in

stubble, and smiled.

“Who on earth are you?” He spoke in an immaculate English accent.

She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked

with a strange man, suddenly making her blush.

“I’m Chloe.”

He propped himself up on one arm.  “Oh, right.  I’m Jaspar.”  He

fixed her with a direct stare, which made her feel as if she had

something to feel guilty about.  “And could you tell me how we

happen to be sharing this bed?”

“No. I was hoping you could tell me.”  She paused, lowering her

eyelids, then meeting his gaze again.  “Did we?”

“Did we what?” There was a trace of humor in his voice.

“Well, you know, have….”

“Spit it out!”

“Sex!” she blurted.

Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.

“Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back, ooh, two or

three times.  And you tell me you can’t remember any of it?”

“Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously

pissed.”