Sara set down her suite case, and almost flopped onto the bed. The motel room she had booked into was small, but clean and nicely furnished, and the bed seemed like heaven after twenty- two hours sitting in an airplane. She was amazed at how exhausting sitting and doing nothing could be, and the jet lag was catching up with her already. It was an effort to get off the bed, but there were things she has to do before she could rest. Then she would rest well.
Opening her bag she took out her phone book, and picked up the phone. Her hands were shaking so badly it was almost impossible to dial the number, so she took a deep breath, and relaxed for a moment. There, the phone was ringing. Her heart pounding in her chest, she could hardly breathe.
"Hello. You have reached the home of James Carson. I am sorry I am not able to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and a brief message, I will get back to you as soon as possible."
The sound of his voice took her breath away. She was almost relieved he wasn't home. Setting down the receiver without leaving a message, she headed for the shower. Letting the heat of the water wash away much of the stiffness of travel, toweled off, and headed for the bed. It was indeed comfortable. Sinking back onto the pillows she thought about her reason for being here. The meeting she a scheduled for the following day was the most important of her life. But that was not what had her so shaken.
James. The mere thought of his name gave her shivers through her body, and awakened a need she desperately needed fulfilled. They had met online, in an Internet chat room, and quickly became close friends. Over time the friendship had become more. Much more. The endless hours they would spend chatting, talking, watching each other on cam, had added fuel to a rapidly growing desire. A desire that could not be tamed even by the distance between them.
She took a deep breath and let it go slowly. Sleep was not going to come easily, her body and mind consumed by a combination of exhaustion and excitement. She tried to relax. To find the rest she so badly needed, but it eluded her. Submitting to her restlessness, she rose and went to the window. Gazing out upon a different world, her mind was a blur with the events of the past few weeks. It hardly seemed real. Yet here she was half a world away from the only home she had ever known. A cool breeze caressed her face, and a light rain began to fall, relaxing her a little. She returned to her bed, her body still to tense to let sleep find it's mark.
Opening the case beside the bed, she took out the velvet bag and opened it, producing a flexible pink vibrator with four rows of rotating beads close to the head. This one was her favorite, and she was now glad that she hadn't left it behind. Turning it on, she ran the beads over her tongue, making them wet with her mouth, loving the sensation it sent through her mouth. Moving it down to her pussy, she used her fingers to part her folds, and very slowly, moved the toy over her clit.
Her sex was already producing liberal amounts of silky juice, and she covered the length of the vibrator, she affectionately called "Binkie" with her hot fluids. Stroking and teasing her nipples with her free hand, she worked Binkie a little faster over her clit, and down over her hole. She wanted the feel of it inside her right away, but she took her time, heightening her pleasure. Slowly she inserted Binkie into her wanting pussy, moving her other hand down to massage her throbbing clit. Spreading her legs wide, she pushed Binkie deeper and deeper inside, the rotating beads sending a thrilling sensation surging through her sensitive center.
Moaning softly, she worked Binkie faster and harder in and out of her, thrusting and driving the toy into her hungry pussy while her fingers worked her clit in just the right way. Feeling herself building, she rubbed harder, fucking herself harder and harder with the hand held cock. Arching her back, and crying out softly, her orgasm swept over her sending a shuddering rush surging through her body. Taking Binkie from her pussy, she held it against her clit, riding her orgasm to the end. Tucking Binkie under the pillow beside her, she slipped into an easy, contended sleep. Binkie never failed her on sleepless nights.
Morning came all too soon, and the ringing of the phone brought Sara back from her dreams.
"Hello" she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and brushed her hair back from her face.
"Good morning Miss Mason. This is the front desk with the wake up call you requested. It's 7 am. Did you sleep well?" He sounded all together to cheery for this time of morning, but she could hardly hold her restless night against him.
"Yes. Thank you. I slept fine. Was there any messages for me?"
"No Miss Mason, nothing as yet."
"Alright, thank you." She set down the phone. A hot shower and light breakfast was all she needed to get her day started.
Stepping into the street, she was suddenly hit by the realization of where she was. California. USA. A very different world from the small country town in Northern Australia, where she had spent most of her life. This place was alive with the hustle and bustle of a million people going about their daily business. She took a deep breath, and looked for the courage she needed to get through this day successfully.
Stepping from the cab, she hugged her manuscript close. It had taken her three years to write the series of books she was submitting and hopefully selling to these people today. But her confidence was high. She was a good writer, and she knew it. The lift opened, and the door before her read "Bateman Publishing" With all she had inside her, she straightened her back and walked with confidence into the office. The secretary gave her a bright smile.
"Good morning. Can I help you?"
"Yes. I'm Sara Mason, I have an appointment with Mr. Bateman this morning."
"Of course Miss Mason. Mr. Bateman has been expecting you, please take a seat and I will let him know that you're here." Sara returned her kind smile and sat to wait. Her heart pounding, and stomach churning.
"Miss Mason, you may go in now." She almost leapt to her feet. It had all come down to this moment, was she ready for it? She had to be.
The man behind the desk met her with a cheerful grin, stepping out to shake her hand and introduce himself.
