Kate walked into the room and pulled back the duvet, and folded it neatly against the foot board, her movements slow and somewhat robotic, a single thin white sheet would be all that was needed, the breeze was losing the battle, the room was hot, the humidity all but unbearable. She lay down on the side of the bed on her side in the fetal position then put a frilly pillow under her head. She lay on top of the sheet, her hands locked between her thighs, her boots hanging over the edge, and she was very quiet. I sat down next to her calves and placing my hand on her hip.
"Everything okay?" I asked, somewhat concerned.
"Everything's fine, joost fine" she answered motionless: her tone contradicted her words. I wasn't sure why her demeanour changed so abruptly. Perhaps she was experiencing guilt, or the high from the Scotch was losing its effect. Not knowing what to do, I started to untie her boots;
"How bout we take these off." I offered.
"Fine" she answered, straightening her legs somewhat. I gently removed her right boot, her small and bare foot slipped out easily, although dirty and pungent it seemed well taken care of; her chubby toes unpolished but manicured, faint reddish hair sat softly on the knuckles, her heel soft. I rubbed her hot insole for a moment then the other and did the same.
"Better?" I asked
"Aye mooch." she replied
"Any room for me in the there?"
Kate squinched over, not changing her position her thighs clenched tightly knees bent to her belly. I spooned into her, rubbing its round smoothness as it waved gently up and down with each breath. Kate moved her hand and placed it over mine, her fingers stroking mine. I moved my hand to her navel and brushed the trail of fuzz down to her panties. I sensed she didn't want me to go any farther, the moment I traced down toward her pubic bush, Kate clenched my hand and gently brought it to rest under her breast, so I turned my attention back to kissing her neck. She responded well; sighing and stretching it out to receive my lips, her hand began caressing mine again.
"Tell me William, have ye bed many women in the past," she asked quietly.
That stopped me dead, I've been down this road before and the result of a truthful answer was usually not good. I had a pretty robust sex life; and as for the numbers, I'd rather keep details to myself, especially from a woman I liked and didn't know very well, so I answered trying to be as vague as possible.
"Well, I suppose that would depend on ones perception of many."
"Over 20?" She asked;
"Kate I'm was a travelling professional, never married, let's just say I've know my way around and leave it at that eh?
"Over 50 then?" She prodded
Getting slightly annoyed I sat up;
"Kate what are you on about."
"A did nae want it to come to this William A really din't."
I looked around and saw a tear rolling down her cheek. Oh no, nothing softens me down more than a crying woman, I leaned down and brushed her tear away.
"Hey...hey now, come to what?" "What's upsetting you Kate?" Kate skirted my question, with one of her own.
"So ye've been with all kinds of women then, being a travl'n mahn and all."
"I suppose so, but I fail to see why that's important, if you need to know, there's no one at the present moment, I am a one woman a time type guy if that's what concerning you, I always have been."
"Noo noo, you got it all wrong, A dinnae mean, to pry; A joost - Damn!"
Kate was visibly upset; she was struggling to say what was on her mind, searching for a way to do it. Finally she took a deep breath and began to work through her tears and turned to face me;
"William; A'm likely different from most woman you have been with." She looked up at me tearfully, very intent on my reaction.
"Yes you most certainly are at that, having my feet washed was certainly new." I interrupted with a nervous chuckle. Kate grimaced, not exactly amused, I then stroked her hair away for her face;
"Hey, I like the way you are, if you feel you need to tell me about it feel free, I'm a good listener. I mean I've met some pretty different people in my time, it was an occupational requirement for me to be the guy whom people would feel comfortable to talk to."
Indeed my travels and experiences have led me to be very open minded. Mixed with a bit of drinking many people would find it easy to open up, often revealing unorthodox and candid personal experiences and opinions, so I had a 'whatever floats your boat' attitude on most things.
Kate managed a weak smile and studied my face, her snibbling started to subside. She sat up against the headboard, placing her head on her knees wrapping her arms around her shins, closing up like a frightened armadillo.
"A feel A can trust ye, boot this is pretty big on so many levels. A kept it to myself, until this day. A joost, thought - well ye came by and did, well, ye didn't seem to mind..."
She was struggling I put my arm around her;
"Hey, slow down, deep breath, can I get you a glass of water?"
"Whatever you want to say, just say it; however bad, I promise it won't leave this room."
"There's a bottle in there", her hand flipped toward the nightstand next to me.
Lazily I tried to stay on the bed and open the cupboard, long story short I succeeded, but not without giving Kate full view of the hairless jewels under my kilt, the bottle was a few ounces shy of full, Scotch of course.
"Double Wood" I read aloud, how appropriate, I thought, thinking back to our tryst on the deck. I uncorked it then scanned for a glass; Kate took the bottle from me then took a stiff swig that would make any sailor proud;
"Ere yer gonna need this," she handed me the bottle and wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
I took the bottle and tried to match Kate's drink, again I shook my head as the fumes hit my pallet, unworthy of Dah's kilt.
"You have my attention." I said, pulling her in tighter.