Steamy Sisters (4 page)

Katherine gave a deep sigh of contentment, her mind wandering, daydreaming, trying to make sense of everything that had happened today. Making plans for the future. Her future. Perhaps
their
future. Their future. That sounded good. “Richard…” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Fire away.”

“Did you always like me? I mean, for the last two years, since I first approached you about the hotel?”

Richard found it surprisingly easy to answer. He usually got tongue-tied when talking about the emotional stuff, but now it seemed natural. “From the moment I first saw you.”

“Really? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It was complicated. I was in a relationship already. With this girl I met in Hawaii. It was fun whilst it lasted, but I guess I always knew it wasn’t really heading anywhere.”

“Why?”

“I was busy with work. My practice had just started to really take off. She was more of a beach babe. She wanted me to just do a bit of freelance work, and for the both of us to go and live up on the North Shore.”

Katherine laughed. “She wanted you to become a surfer dude?”

“Yeah. Something like that,” said Richard, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway. It wasn’t really in my life plan. She was a free spirit. I was ambitious. She liked the sea. I liked the mountains…”

“You were too different?”

“Yeah. Way too different. The opposite of me and you.”

“How do you mean?”

“When I first met you. The day you came to my office in Tahoe. I knew I’d met a kindred spirit. We both loved the same things. Architecture’s my passion. And it’s in your blood too.””

You wanted me because I like buildings? Doesn’t sound so romantic,” said Katherine.

“You know what I mean. When we discussed the plans for the hotel. The way your eyes used to light up. The way we talked about it until late into the night. It was wonderful. Maybe it’s not romantic, but it’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you.”

Katherine tensed at the sound of the L word. “You love me?” she said, her voice betraying her emotion.

“Yes. Always have.”

Katherine turned around to face Richard, her hair uncoiling itself from his erect penis. Katherine glanced at it and then kissed him deeply. “I love you,” she whispered as their lips parted. It had only been thirty minutes since she had orgasmed. But she wanted him again. Only this time it was different. In the kitchen and the shower it had been lust, fun, who knows what, and for all she knew when they left the hotel later, it may be the last time they’d see each other. His work on the hotel was more or less over. Any remaining issues could be fixed over the phone, or be handled by one of his assistants.
 
But now, everything was different. That one short L word had changed the game entirely.
 

She stroked his face and looked down at his cock, finding the urge to ride him irresistible.
 
But before taking him inside of her pussy, she’d take him into her mouth. She bent down, grabbed his cock, and ran her tongue along it, enjoying its fresh-out-of-the-shower feel and taste.
 

Richard took a deep breath, and leaned back against the wall. The steam seemed to create a dreamlike atmosphere, edges were blurred, sounds were muffled, and movements slowed. Watching Katherine go down on his cock seemed like something from a fantasy, other worldly, like gazing at life through a veil, making it all the more beautiful, as it forced his imagination to complete the picture, and softened any imperfections. Not that Katherine had any.
 
It was only the physical sensations that made it real. So real.
 
Her touch was exquisite, and he wasn’t sure if he could stand the pleasure much longer, as her tongue danced on the head of his cock.

Katherine pulled back his foreskin and took him fully into her mouth, using her hand to slide him in and out, her warm tongue teasing him, her lips kissing him. She hoped he’d stay the distance, wanting to climb on to him as soon as possible. She grabbed his balls firmly, before loosening her grip and stroking them with her palm. She looked at his face. He was in another world, his eyes closed, a dumb grin on his face. He was enjoying it. Of course he was.
 

Richard could feel himself about to come, and he clenched his muscles, trying to delay the inevitable. Holding out a bit longer. He laughed out loud. The pleasure was driving him crazy.

Katherine took him out of her mouth, kneeled in front of him, and placed his cock between her breasts, pushing them inwards with her palms, ensuring the fit was snug and tight. She began to move them up and down, stroking his cock with them.
 

Richard responded with a a series of rhythmic movements, his penis sliding up and down through the beautiful little tunnel Katherine had made between her breasts. Her skin was lubricated with steam, and his foreskin retracted and advanced with each forward thrust and withdrawal, heightening his pleasure.
 

Their foreplay was wonderful,
 
a few pleasurable opening acts, but not the main event.
 
She watched Richard glide between her tits. “Which do you prefer?”, she asked him.

“Huh?” said Richard, only half understanding what she said. He was too far gone for speech. His other senses were so overwhelmed that talking seemed an almost impossible thing to do.
 

“Mouth, tits or pussy?” said Katherine “Which?”

Richard groaned. “All three. All three at the same time would be good.”

“You’ll have to grow another two to do that.”

“OK…they’re all great… but I really, really want your pussy.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ve gotta have your pussy. ”

“Right now?”

“Right now. Immediately…seriously, I’m not gonna hold out much longer. Now. Please, please, please, please.”

“Okay,” said Katherine, hopping to her feet, and sitting astride Richard’s legs, lowering herself on to his waiting cock.

   
He entered her with ease. Her syrupy pussy, parting to allow his full length to slide effortlessly into her, until he could go no further, his balls tight up against her. He placed his hands on her butt, taking some of her weight, and aiding her up and down movements.
 
He kissed her breasts, moving quickly from one nipple to the other, not wanting to ignore either. He brought one of his hands round to her front so it was caught between them both, and worked his fingers down towards her clitoris, where they began to stroke her.

Katherine placed her hands on his shoulders, allowing herself to move harder and faster. Her hair fell down onto his head, and she closed her eyes, hypnotised by the intense rhythm she had now worked up to. Her breasts jigged around Richard’s face, her nipples straining towards his mouth. She was nearly done. She came down heavily on him again, feeling her pussy slap against his balls. A few more of those and she’d be there. Up and down again, their loins grinding against one another, her clit swollen almost to bursting point. This was it. One more stroke from Richard, and it’d all be over.
 
A primal moan rose in her throat, and with her remaining strength she lifted herself once more and slammed her pussy back down to meet Richard’s upward thrust. She gasped and writhed in pleasure as his cock buried itself deep inside her. Her entire body buzzed with an electrical energy, as the intense orgasm spread throughout her limbs.
 

Richard grabbed her tight towards him, buried his head in her breasts and pushed his cum into her. Eager for her to receive his gift, wanting to mix his juice with hers. Thoughts of contraception had never even crossed his mind tonight. Who cared? If she did get pregnant, then great. He’d marry and start a family with this woman tomorrow. Today, if he could. She had to be his. And now she was.
 

Richard sat back against the wall and Katherine slumped against him, exhausted and satisfied. They lay there for a few minutes, holding each other close, letting their breathing return to normal, their bodies aching pleasurably. Their minds in awe of the wonderful thing that had just happened. Aware, that their lives might not be the same again.

They eventually arose from the post-sexual slumber they’d fallen into, and left the warmth of the steam room. Richard grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around Katherine as she dried her hair with another. She glanced over at the large mirror on the wall above the vanity area and looked at herself. Her golden complexion now flushed pink from the heat and the orgasm. She watched Richard in the mirror, as he dried himself, pulled on a T-shirt, and wrapped a towel around his waist. She ran some water into the basin and the vapour rose and clouded the mirror. Richard’s image slowly blurred. She splashed water onto her face and looked at herself again. Suddenly, she let out a scream. The steamed up mirror had revealed a message written on it. She stepped backwards, her hand covering her mouth, reading it over again to make sure she wasn’t imagining it. She wasn’t. It was still there:
 
FUCK U. TONITE U FUCKIN DIE.
 

TJ Squires rooted frantically through all of the equipment in the storeroom. Where was it? He knew it was here somewhere. He’d signed for all this shit when it had been delivered last week. He just couldn’t think straight. It was always like this.
 
The anger took over, and he couldn’t calm down until it was done.
 

He took another mouthful of whisky from the bottle he was carrying, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He threw aside some chairs destined for the dining room, kicked some fire extinguishers over, and then finally found what he was looking for. A delivery from the catering suppliers. A full set of top quality Japanese chef’s knives. He ripped open the package and sorted through the various types. He held them in his hands, weighing them up. They were good. They’d do nicely. But which one?
 

The carving knife was good. Long, slim, elegant, ultra sharp. This would gut the architect real well. Slice him open like a pig at the slaughterhouse. But it didn’t feel right.
 

TJ looked around some more until his eyes finally rested on the meat cleaver. Now that was his type of weapon. He could swing it down on the architect and damn near cut his head off. He ran the cutting edge along his forearm and it drew blood instantly. Perfect.

 
He went back to his room, and with a swipe of his arm cleared the desktop, sending everything crashing to the floor. He threw the cleaver into the desk, embedding it’s blade deep in the oak top. He yanked the liquor bottle from his pocket, taking another swig, and then rooted deeper in his pocket and pulled out the panties he’d taken. She wouldn’t be needing these. Make it all the easier for him to get into her.

He put them down on the desktop, smoothing them down with his hand and stroking them. It was a long time since he’d seen something like these. All those years working in the prison laundry, washing the disgusting worn clothes of his fellow prisoners. It had been a humiliation. And it was time someone paid for all the crap he’d had to put up with.
 

He drank some more whisky, and threw the empty bottle at the wall. It shattered, sending glass shards around the room.
 
He opened the desk drawer and pulled out another one. Brandy, this time.
 
Easy Jesus. He took a sip, wincing slightly. He held the bottle over the lady boss’s panties and let a few shots worth drizzle over them, fascinated as the liquor soaked into the silk. He picked them up and put them into his mouth, slurping the liquor from them.
 
Sucking Easy Jesus from his woman’s panties. That was the nearest TJ Squires was ever going to get to heaven.

Fortified by the drink, he pulled the cleaver from the desktop and left his office, slamming the door closed behind him. The time had come. Payback time.

Chapter Five

Richard put his arms around Katherine. “Don’t worry, honey. It’s probably been there a while.”

“I didn’t see it before.”

“It’s all the steam from the shower, the steam room, the basin. It just didn’t show up before.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. It’ll be the contractors, just messing around.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve got the security guards here haven’t you?”

“Yes. One of them, at least.”

“Okay then. We’ll go and see him. Ask him to have a look around the place. Make sure there’s nothing wrong.”

Katherine nodded, put her blouse on and looked through the jumble of clothes. “Must have left my panties in the kitchen.”

“We better go and pick them up before the security guard does. He’s going to wonder what’s been going on.”

Katherine relaxed, and slung a towel around her neck. “We wouldn’t want him knowing about that, would we?”

“We’ll get them on the way back to the lounge,” said Richard. “Besides. I like the idea of you not wearing any.”

They wandered barefoot to the kitchen and had a quick look around, but still couldn’t find them.
 

“They’ll show up somewhere,” said Richard.

“Yeah. On eBay probably,” replied Katherine, a nagging voice in her head telling her to keep looking.

“Let’s look again later. We better get some of that work finished.”

“Okay. But let’s go and see the guard first.”

“Do you know him?”

“Seen him around. But haven’t really spoken to him, much. He’s from an agency,” replied Katherine. “I think he’s called TJ.”

“Where’s his office?”

“He’s in a temporary room at the back. We put all the monitors and stuff in there for now, until the other room’s finished.”

They made their way to the guard’s room and knocked on the door before entering. Immediately, they were hit by the smell of hard liquor and stale sweat.
 

“It’s a bit ripe in here,” said Richard.

Katherine nodded. The room was in a mess. And she felt herself getting angry that the security guard was treating her hotel like a pigpen. And where was he, anyway? Doing his rounds? Or sleeping off his hangover somewhere?