The Odalisque

The sarong was damp with perspiration and sticking lewdly to her body, and Honor had wanted nothing more than to find the nearest shower, take it off and wash off the accumulation of sweat and bodily fluids on her skin. But the prospect of wearing the sarong back after showering was not very attractive, or practical - especially since Marq had not provided her with anything else to wear.

Except that Bangkok was still hours away; they would arrive at dawn.

Honor stared out over the water under the rapidly darkening sky as she dialed a number she knew by heart, wishing she had found the shower first as she placed the phone to her ear.

Sarah picked up before the third ring. "Hello? Honor?"

"Hey," Honor said, smiling at the voice in her ear.

"Thank goodness!" Sarah breathed out loudly, sounding relieved. "I was starting to get worried."

"Sorry," said Honor, feeling only a tiny twinge of guilt. "My phone was on silent."

"What were you doing? Where are you?"

Honor smiled. "This is sounding like an interrogation."

"Well, guess what, bitch?" Sarah snorted. "It is! Start talking."

Honor laughed. "I'm on a boat," she said, at last, truthfully.

"A boat?"

"A barge, actually," Honor corrected, leaning her hip against the dining table. She could have provided a more fulsome explanation of the nature of the vessel: that all it had in common with the traditional Thai rice barge was its shape and the teak decking; that it had a hybrid power system and that it was right then being entirely controlled and piloted by computers; that it was made of state of the art composite materials with outrigger arms and ultrasensitive adaptive shock absorbers under its decks. That all these innovations, as Marq explained, served to make standing on its decks feel as though one was on solid earth instead of sailing on a choppy river.

"What are you doing on a barge?"

"Sailing back to Bangkok," Honor answered, "From Ayutthaya."

"Oh. Wow. I've seen pictures of the place!" Sarah said. "Did you see the Buddha head in the tree?"

"Yes, I did." Honor couldn't help smiling as she answered.

Marq had indeed taken her to Wat Mahatat, the temple hosting the most iconic image of Ayutthaya, a stone Buddha's head with a bodhi tree's roots growing around it. It was the first place they had gone to after their breakfast at Udom's, and they had been early enough to avoid the usual heavy press of tourists. Marq had produced a small high-end camera and a tiny bolero-style shrug top with billowing sleeves for her, satisfying the temples' requirement for covered shoulders; she had been mildly impressed at how well it matched the sarong.

"Wow. I'm actually jealous," Sarah said, sounding pleased. "Where else did you go?"

Honor told her.

She had visited the majestic statue of Buddha at Wat Phananchoengworawihan, all of sixty feet tall, seven hundred years old, and brilliantly gilded. She had seen the large reclining Buddha covered in its saffron orange robe, the collonaded courtyard lined with dozens of sitting gold-leafed Buddhas and the white fourteenth century prang at Wat Phutthaisawan.

Honor had passed on climbing the huge prang at Wat Ratchaburana, visible from everywhere in Ayutthaya, easily able to imagine an errant gust of wind or tearing her sarong on a jagged edge - she didn't imagine the monks would appreciate it. She left out that part though, as she recounted her visit to the temple.

She had seen the distinctive Angkor-style lion sculptures at Wat Thammikarat before the somewhat longer drive on the scooter to the still active and well-maintained Wat Yai Chaimongkol with its distinctive hundred foot tall chedi. It boasted its own giant reclining Buddha, one of the largest in Thailand, and a gallery featuring rows and rows of smaller stone and gilt covered Buddha statues, most sporting the same orange clothing as the monks taking care of them. The sight of the gleaming white Buddhas in their various poses and orange robes in front of the main chedi and its immaculate hedges had been breath-taking, and later she had enjoyed watching the monks at their prayers and going about their tasks, taking care of their temple.

"That must have been amazing." Sarah sounded genuinely impressed.

Honor smiled, "It was." She looked out of the huge bay windows lining the upper deck, at the Chao Phraya's shores passing by on both sides. "It is."

Honor did not mention Marq, and she felt a twinge of guilt at that.

Her visit to Wat Yai Chaimongkol had also been tinged with guilt - she could still feel Mark's cum, and hers, between her legs as she took in the sights and sounds of the temple. And that, she remembered, heat flushing her face, hadn't been the worst of it.

Honor had known, just seconds after leaving Udom's restaurant, riding behind him on the scooter, her body much tighter against him than necessity and safety required, that they would need to make at least one stop before long. Inwardly, she had marveled at herself - he had been inside her less than fifteen minutes earlier, and already she was feeling the stirrings of need, her nipples hardening rapidly as he took a turn and she grasped herself closer to him.

She knew he was feeling the same way fairly soon. He touched her constantly on their tour, somehow managing to caress, fondle and tease her even in the midst of the other people around them without anyone noticing, her body tingling with nervous anticipation. He somehow found just the exact blind spot in Wat Phutthaisawan where he could part her dress and touch her between her legs and discover just how wet she was without anyone seeing them.

Marq had found another secluded spot in Rama Public Park for lunch, producing and laying out a blanket on the grass in a quiet copse of trees and then opening Udom's set of food containers, surprising her with a variety of seafood laced salads and fruit medleys in addition to their leftovers from breakfast. She had smiled in appreciation as he sat on the blanket, resting his back against a tree and beckoning her to him. Her smile had grown wider when he pulled her unto his lap, making her straddle him.

He kissed her for a while, and she had kissed him back - for long enough that she forgot her initial apprehension of being seen by passersby in what was supposed to be a public park. She remembered though, as she tried to cover herself when he casually undid the knot of the sarong behind her neck and pulled it down to her belly. Her breasts were fully exposed and out in the open, and without him needing to say it, Honor had known that he fully intended for her to remain half naked... in a public park.

Her resistance didn't last long, neither was it any more than perfunctory; she never even got off his lap.

Displaying her body for his pleasure was well within their deal, she had rationalized. 'I like seeing your breasts.' she remembered him saying, as she allowed him to pull her hands away from her chest, distantly realizing just how much Marq Haydn had compromised her sense of modesty. He made her sit between his legs afterward as they ate, her back on his chest, kissing and nibbling on her neck, openly enjoying her partial nudity, his hands caressing her belly and cupping her naked breasts, touching her between her legs as she squirmed against him and repeatedly turned her head so their lips could meet.

They were truly off the beaten path, their picnic uninterrupted despite there being other people within hearing distance in the park with them. Much sooner than was decent, she had found herself relaxing, her self-consciousness and mortification disappearing, enjoying it all; the afternoon's warmth on her bared skin, the food... him.

The last thing out was an ice-cold medley of fruit, predominated by pre-peeled and deseeded lychees and cubes of mango. He insisted on feeding her himself, repeatedly teasing the fruit over her lips, making her follow after him, leaving a sticky mess of fallen juice all over her chest. Which he then insisted on cleaning up with his lips and tongue.

By the hour's end, her nipples were at their full engorged and painful attention as she straddled him again, feeling his erection pressing against her, her entire body humming with anticipation, both terrified and excited at the prospect of being mounted right there and then, knowing she would offer no resistance.

But he didn't take it any further, and she had knotted the sarong back up, covering her pointing breasts, eyeing him with more than a tinge of angry and confused frustration as she followed him out of their secluded picnic spot to the parked scooter.

They had gone to Wat Thammikarat next, where he had pulled her into another hidden spot, again freeing one of her breasts and sucking her nipple into his mouth as her knees weakened and she helplessly sagged against him, gasping out her pleasure in his ear as his hand found its way between her legs again, heart racing in fear at the risk of being seen and the explosive excitement and ecstasy of transgression.

It was utterly nasty, sleazy and trashy behavior on top of what had just happened in the park. Especially in such a sacred place, the oldest temple in Ayutthaya. Sensible, disciplined Honor Banet would have been aghast, horrified at the very thought of it. But, her back jammed against the wall in that hidden alcove, his hand moving between her thighs, one digit then another making their way in and out of her as she held on to him, biting her lip to keep from crying out as she completely soaked his fingers with her liquid, she couldn't bring herself to protest.

Honor had tapped his shoulder at the first hotel she had seen as they rode out from Wat Thammikarat and pointed at it, insistent. When he parked, she had climbed off the scooter without waiting for him and walked straight through the entrance to the reception desk. The hotel was primarily a hostel for backpackers but it had smaller private rooms for couples at the end of each corridor on each floor. Honor had already whipped out a card from her purse before she got to the desk and she was done paying for one of the private rooms on the second floor when Marq walked in, his eyes finding her immediately as she collected the key from the young man behind the desk.

Wordlessly, she made for the stairwell, the key with its enormous keyholder, with room number boldly embossed on it, in her hand, meeting his eyes from across the small lobby as she began the climb up the staircase, reaching the first landing before she heard him begin his ascent below her. She continued up and got off on the second floor, heading for the room at the end of the corridor.

The corridor was empty, she had seen.

She looked back as she heard Marq make it to the second floor behind her, and as he followed her down the corridor, she reached behind her and undid the knot of the sarong behind her neck, catching it as it fell off her body. Nude except for her shoes and the shrug top stretched across her shoulders and arms, sarong bunched in her hands, she continued the last five seconds of her walk down the corridor until she reached the door at the end of it and slid the key into the lock.

She opened the door, leaving it open as she went into the room, turning around in her nakedness to wait for him.

He entered the room and closed the door.

He was already at full mast and she was soaking wet, so there was no need for any preliminaries. She helped him yank down his pants and boxers, the raging impatient heat between her legs making her breaths come out in a continuous rush as his erection sprang free between them. Still growling, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to the bed on top of her, legs and sandaled feet parting around him as their lips met, gasping as she guided him into her body.

He entered her with a growl of his own and Honor arched her back, grasping at him as he started to move inside her. She was already on the edge, already excited by the day's transgressions - getting mounted and fucked in a restaurant bathroom, forced to spend an hour with her breasts out and open in a public park, having her pussy fingered and masturbated in a temple with monks only a few yards away. So actually having him inside her again meant that she came in less than a minute, sobbing out loudly and spasming around him, wetting the sheets beneath her. He slowed his stroking into her body as he captured her lips, kissing her, shutting her up, holding and caressing her jerking body as she rode out her come.

He waited for her to calm, still buried inside her, until she was moaning and flexing her hips against him to get him to start moving inside her again. Then, without warning, he cruelly and abruptly exited her pussy, ignoring her sharp cry of protest as he stood up from the bed. She sat up, legs spread as she stared up at him, an angry snarl on her lips, a woman in no mood to be teased.

But it was only so he could remove his own clothing, swiftly making himself as naked as she was. They had time, he had told her as he took her feet in his hands and removed her shoes, smiling as he climbed back on top of her, feeling her shudder as he resheathed himself inside her body. She kissed him back hungrily when his lips found hers, flexing her hips up against him once more. He obliged her this time, starting to fuck her again after a long teasing moment, sliding his member in and out of her vagina, growling his pleasure as he felt her tighten around him.

Honor moaned out her relief, abandoning herself to the simple pleasure of having a man inside her, her hips lifting to meet him as he stroked into her body, falling into a rhythm that had become all-too-familiar in the past few days. She nipped and licked at his neck as he repeatedly plunged into her pussy, her hands roaming his back as she moved with him, desperate to pleasure him.

Then, again, with a sudden grunt of effort and will, he rudely exited her pussy, again without a hint of warning.

He ignored her angry squeal as he moved her body on the bed, making her gasp in startlement as he braced her up against the headboard. He kissed her roughly, and then he swiftly brought his head down between her spread legs, growling hungrily as his mouth made contact with the folds of her pussy. Honor threw her head back when his tongue rasped over her slit, her hands grasping and pulling at the sheets.

"Oh my @#&%...!" she cried as he speared his tongue into her opening. He spread her open even wider, his hands lifting her legs off the bed as his tongue stroked over the swollen, parted lips of her vagina, repeatedly teasing the swollen nub of her clitoris until she was hyperventilating, a continuous keen coming out of her mouth, her hands leaving the sheets to grasp his head. She went stiff, mouth open in a scream as she came, trapped in place as he growled hungrily, lapping at her liquid as it flooded out of her pussy.

He entered her again, abruptly yanking her into position while she was still in the throes of her orgasm, his growl of pleasure answering her own squeal as her vaginal walls closed around him. He started to piston into her body, a rough steady sliding of his hardness in and out of her pussy, his mouth covering hers so she could taste herself on his lips. She recovered enough to participate, moving with him, staring up into his eyes when their lips were not joined together, willing him to see how much pleasure he was giving her, how much she wanted to pleasure him back.

He yelled when he came, and Honor melded herself against him, holding him tight, quivering and whispering in his ear as she felt him erupt, feeling that strange mixture of joy and pride as he released into her body...

She had spent the next half hour in his arms, naked and sweat covered under the room's whirling ceiling fan, mind in a satiated daze, legs obligingly spread open so his fingers could keep obsessively returning to play with her pussy. She had licked the mix of his and her cum off his fingers each time he had fetched it from between her spread legs and brought it to her lips, proudly enjoyed every moment as he played with her breasts, systematically kissing and leaving marks on her skin with his teeth.

She thoroughly enjoyed his helpless gasps of pleasure as she sucked and licked his cock clean before they got dressed, taking her time to draw it out for as long as she could. He retaliated by cornering her against the room door and masturbating her again on the way out, her sarong parted and up around her waist as he wrung another cry and gush of liquid from her.

To his credit, the receptionist didn't bat an eyelid when they checked out five minutes later, just shy of an hour and a half after checking in.

"David texted me," Sarah said.

Sarah's tone, not to mention her words, jerked Honor back to the present.

That, and the sound of a door behind her. She turned to see Marq on the deck, coming up from the stateroom, their eyes meeting across the deck as he began to make his way to her.

He was shirtless, the bulge of a growing erection visible through his long linen pants. Honor felt her mouth go dry. But the explosion of heat in her abdomen informed her that she was anything but dry elsewhere.

"He said he hadn't been able to reach you all day." continued Sarah. "I texted him that I couldn't reach you either."

Honor's grip on her phone was tight. "Did you tell him I'm in Thailand...?"

"No," Sarah said shortly, as if sensing Honor's alarm. "Somehow, I didn't think you'd want me to."

Honor bit her lip. "No. You're right. Please don't."

"Why, Hon?"

"I promise I'll tell you when I get back."

Sarah sighed audibly, resignedly.

And Honor took a breath, thinking - she had completely excluded David's three phone calls in her telling of the day's events. The first call had come in just as Marq was helping her off the scooter at the park. The second call came as she was lying bare breasted against Marq's chest, interrupting another kiss, legs parted, letting him touch her. She had glanced at the phone screen, then wordlessly muted the ringtone and slipped it back into her bag. Marq had said nothing, asking no questions, his attention returning to her near naked body as she resettled herself on him.

Honor had given her fiancee no more thought after that. The unforeseen consequence was that she ended up missing all three of Sarah's subsequent calls. The somewhat alarmed sounding text message that followed the calls convinced her that any further delay in calling Sarah back would be very unwise.

Marq reached her, her eyes never leaving hers, her body registering his nearness. She knew what he was going to do, and she thought of telling him that she needed a shower, knowing even as she thought it that it won't make a difference. She glanced around at the floor to ceiling windows around the upper deck, wondering if anyone onshore would be able to see them as he casually undid the knot of the sarong behind her neck. She did nothing to stop him, and she did nothing to stop it from falling off her body and dropping to the wooden deck.

The top deck of the barge was occupied by a dining room cum lounge to cater for the occupants of the three luxurious staterooms below. But Marq had taken the entire vessel for the overnight trip back to Bangkok.

They were alone. And she was nude except for her shoes.

Not quite believing herself, Honor reached for him, wrapping her hand around his mostly erect member through his pants, smiling as he reacted to her touch. "Sarah, can I call you...?"

He shook his head, as his hands settled on her waist. "No," he mouthed, eyes glinting. "Keep talking."

"What?" Sarah asked.

"Umm... Never mind," she said as Marq easily lifted her unto the table, forcing her to release his cock.

"Huh?" Sarah said, sounding confused, and even more suspicious. "What were you going to say?"