Page 9 of Something Beyond Fame

Sure, she was different from the women who usually threw themselves at me. Maybe it was her iciness, her aloof indifference, that gave me so much pleasure to see it melt away from her along with her clothes.

I told myself to stop overthinking it and simply enjoy.

Gasping as she sucked on my nipple made me tingle from head to toe. After she released my nipple, that’s where her mouth went again, all the way down to my toes, and all the way up to my face, kissing, licking, and adoring every inch of me. I felt myself coming apart under her tongue. I felt wide open and vulnerable for her. I was desperate for her, and yet at the same time an inexplicable and unusual shyness overcame me. I felt nervous to open my legs, but her gaze was determined, and her hands pushed my legs apart. "Oh," I moaned as I watched her reach my inner thigh. I could feel the invisible lines her mouth had left on my skin.

She pushed my legs further apart and her face moved back between them.

Her tongue ran over my vulva then softly teased over the top of my labia. I watched as she breathed me in again. Her fingernails softly raked up my inner thighs as her tongue pressed against me, sliding and working her way between my lips, taking the first taste of me and I watched as I felt myself tremble.

Her tongue ran down between my labia, taking my left fold and sucking it into her mouth, gently pulling until it slid out. Then she did the same to my right before lowering to my opening, running her tongue back and forth before she slid it inside.

“Oh, Claudia." I moaned, I loved her name on my lips. I was trembling. I could feel myself flooding with wetness already, wet from making love to her and now wetter still from having had her teasing me. Ultimately, she was at my most intimate place, looking up at me as she licked every tiny little part of me, outside and inside. "Don't stop,” I heard myself gasp. “Please…”

She began to work her tongue inside me, running it against my walls and moving it to all the right spots as she explored, pulling it out only to make her way almost casually to my clitoris. Her lips covered it and sucked as two of her fingers slowly and gently slid inside me and curled up to meet my G spot. They pulled out and firmly pushed back in, determinedly pressing my G spot. Once. Twice. Three times.

Claudia was most certainly not straight.

“Oh!” I struggled to keep control. Then I let go in a hot wet explosion for her. Even as I was in mid-orgasm, I reached for her. I wanted her lips, kisses, and touch as I let go. “Oh!”

She continued licking, tasting and lapping up my orgasm. She climbed up to me, pressing her lips to mine and deeply, passionately kissing me, stealing each long, deep moan of my orgasm from my trembling lips.

I could taste me in her kiss.

Her. Us.

As our bodies came down from the high, our minds were still up there, lost. Holding onto each other tight, my thoughts couldn’t manage anything other than, “Wow.”

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The untangling was seamless. As we both came around, we dressed slowly with smiles and touches.

“I should go,” she started just as I began.

“I probably should…” We both laughed.

I would have invited her to my room, but there were super strict rules about guests in crew cabins, and I didn’t have my wits about me to sneak her down that night, but I have no doubt I would in the future.

All of my guest rules had gone out the window and had been lost at sea. Claudia. Who was she? I didn’t have much of an idea, but she consumed me. She was smart, beautiful, intelligent, cool, calm, and sophisticated. She didn’t care who I was, didn’t even know who I was before she saw me sing to her on stage. She was drawn to me for a different reason.

She slipped out of my dressing room with a soft smile, whispering barely mouthed, “I will find you.”

Not unless I found her first, I thought to myself.

How right I would be.

The next day was a sea day and I was, to my annoyance, very busy with on-ship activities. I threw myself into them because there wasn’t much point in avoiding them. The time would only drag out longer, and it was actually more enjoyable if I pushed myself to have fun.

Women flocked to me, asking for autographs, telling me how they had come on this ship just to see me sing, how last night in the silk robe, singing my most intimate song, was the most incredible live performance they’d ever seen. Okay, that part did make me glow a little.

I looked for Claudia everywhere, but I wasn’t too surprised that I didn't see her. I assumed she would be working, as she seemed to be glued to her phone. Playing the dumb games we dreamed up to entertain the guests just didn't seem to be her kind of thing.

I couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about how incredible the sex had been, so intimate. The spark of lust that had been simmering between us had burned into an explosion of pure, unadulterated desire, and I’d loved every single second of it.

That evening, I headed to La Côte de Louxor. I figured I might see her there at the bar, as it was the only place we’d accidentally met before. But after my third cocktail, which I had made last two hours, I called it a night. Impulsively, in my cabin, I called guest services and asked to be transferred to her room, only to be told she’d set her room to do not disturb. The optimist in me told me she probably had a long day and wanted an early night. The realist told me to take the message as delivered—do not disturb.

A gray morning settled over the shore and the wind hit me full-on in the face the second I stepped onto the ramp to head to the Orkney Islands off the north coast of Scotland.

The landscape was different to what I’d seen before. Green for sure, but the lack of trees, bushes, and flowers made it sweepingly stark. The sheets of grass were only peppered with animals. Cows were laid out, and sheep huddled in the brisk breezy morning.

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