Lily and the Billionaire: The Complete Collection (6 page)

"Is this what you want, Lily?" he asked, and she nodded, gasping, her pussy contracting around his dick and pulling him further in as they began to fuck harder. At that moment Anna slinked back inside, clutching Daniel's two plastic vibrators and smiling wickedly. Daniel looked up and moaned in delight. "Oh, Anna…you naughty girl"…

Anna placed herself in prime position before the copulating pair, ready to see all and be seen. She took one vibrator and began to play with herself with it, moaning. Her flowing hair danced around her face as she tipped her head back, biting her lip - the sight was irresistible to both Daniel and Lily who increased their thrusting with vigour.  Anna slid the vibrator in and out of her pussy: in… and out. Lily could feel her desire building uncontrollably and she shouted at Daniel, "fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Groaning, Daniel began to pound her pussy, pushing himself right up inside her and throbbing with her. Anna watched, moaning; her eyes glimmering with arousal. She got up and took the vibrator out of her pussy. Grabbing the other one, she shimmied over to Daniel and pushed the vibrator she had just been playing with up against his anus. He groaned in passion, still fucking Lily, who was thrashing around his penis delightedly. Anna pushed the sticky vibrator into Daniel's anus, making him shiver and shake into Lily who in turn shivered and shook right back on his dick. Anna pushed the vibrator back and forth inside Daniel, captivated by his passion reflected in Lily. She took the other vibrator and begin fucking herself with it at the same time as she was fucking Daniel; while he fucked Lily with mounting energy. More and more energetically she pulsed both vibrators; giving out yelps of growing pleasure, fucking herself harder and harder in wild abandon.

"Oh God!" shouted Daniel, writhing in ecstasy, "I'm coming!" He pounded Lily in a frantic crescendo and she screamed, feeling her own orgasm bursting out around them.  Anna continued fucking Daniel's arse as he shot his pleasure deep into Lily, then took the vibrator out of his bum while she focused on her own orgasm, screaming in delight as Daniel and Lily convulsed on the floor, feeling every last drop of their orgasms pouring over them.

There was stillness then, punctuated only by soft "mmm"s, as all three lay absolutely relaxed in bliss. Lily was intensely happy. She stretched her arms out above her head, feeling Daniel's shrinking cock still rigid inside her, and squirmed around, increasing the volume of his "mmmm!" She turned to Anna, whose eyes were glazed, and said, with deep feeling, "Thank you!"

Anna grinned mischievously at her. "Thank
you
too, Lily", she smiled warmly and Daniel moaned in agreement. He pulled himself out of Lily and sat up, stroking both women in gratitude.

“Thank you everyone!" he said.

Anna began fondling his balls, winking at Lily, and he started to stroke her pussy. Lily watched, a different feeling filling her now. There was no thought of awkwardness or jealousy in watching the two people who had just brought her so much satisfaction satisfying each other too. However, along with the still oscillating waves of her orgasm she could feel also a wave of tiredness beginning to break unstoppably over her. She felt like nothing could have gone better in that adventure and was pleased to leave now, at the peak of it.

**
*****

She said her goodbyes and left Daniel and Anna to their further romping, wandering out into the night, still permeating with the glow of what she had just experienced. Reaching the bus stop, she read that she had thirty minutes to wait until her bus arrived. She stood before the electronic bus timetable, jiggling, trying to decide what to do. She really felt too tired to walk but she was also buzzing lightly and sitting still on the hard, unforgiving bus stop bench definitely did not appeal either. She wandered around the bus stop in a circle, musing; glancing around herself.

The bus stop was on quite a busy main street in South London, which she had never really walked down before. Immediately around her were large, Victorian houses which had been converted into various things; flats; bars; one even looked like it had a theatre in the
basement.  Still pondering what to do she wandered away a bit from the bus stop and glanced down a few side streets. Houses; a couple of fluorescent takeaway restaurants...Nothing special.

She wandered a little further, not sure what was guiding her but walking without hesitation down the next side street. More houses. And…halfway down the street there was a soft orange glow emanating from a cozy-looking building with tables and chairs out the front. Lily approached it, intrigued. As she came closer she saw that the glow was coming from a number of intricately carved iron lamps hanging from hooks on poles. The whole front of the bar – for she assumed this was what it was - was also intricately carved; geometric stars and tessellating patterns fitted perfectly around leaves and vines, covering the entire wooden facade. It was beautiful! She decided to go inside for a drink until her bus arrived.

Entering, Lily was enchanted by what greeted her. The walls of the nearly empty bar were covered variously in sumptuously coloured rugs and paintings of further geometric designs; with more lamps hanging from the ceiling, these fitted with multi-coloured glass so that the whole place flickered colourfully. Arabic sounding music was softly playing and the low tables were separated tastefully by carved wooden screens and large pots of plants.  She chose a seat in the corner; a squishy bench strewn with embroidered cushions. Sinking into it, she gazed around her, delighted.

Sitting in the other corner were a few men who looked like they might be from Pakistan or Bangladesh muttering quietly and smoking a large water pipe - which smelled deliciously fruity.

No sign of any workers, though. Lily wandered if she should go and look for them; but just then a young, brown-skinned man wearing a round hat with a flat top appeared at her table, smiling.

"Drink?" he enquired.

"Oh!" said Lily, not sure of what to order. "Erm…what do you have? Could I get a red wine maybe?"

The youth shook his head, laughing. "Sorry, we don't serve alcohol here", he explained. "We're Muslims, you see".

"Oh!" Said Lily again, suddenly feeling awkward. But the young man laughed again, noticing her discomfort.

"That doesn't mean this place is only for Muslims. This place is for
everyone
!" he laughed, spreading his arms wide and instantly putting Lily at her ease again.

"We have a wide selection of teas. Would you like to see the menu?"

Lily considered. She did not really know anything about teas (apart from black tea of course) and did not trust her ability to choose. "Why don't you pick one for me?" she suggested. "Your favourite, if you want". The youth nodded warmly and disappeared again.

Lily sat back, relaxing. Actually this was working out very well, she thought. She had told herself that she should be drinking less alcohol and now here she was in a place where she couldn't drink even if she wanted to. And it was such a pretty bar! She gazed around again, fascinated by the paintings, trying to work out how the painters had fit together the patterns so perfectly.

As she gazed, lost in art, she heard the door opening again and turned instinctively to look at who was entering. It was a tall, tanned man wearing what looked like a very expensive suit; so well-fitted was it to his powerful frame. Somehow there was something familiar about him…

To her immense surprise she recognized him as the man who had offered to buy her a coffee a few weeks ago; the man she had so viciously (and possibly as an overreaction, she conceded) turned down. What on earth was he doing here?

He turned around, surveying the bar, and noticed her. He paused, fixing his eyes on her in surprise, and she locked gazes with his blue-green eyes for what felt like a very long moment. Then he blinked and, smiling, he approached her in the corner.

“I don't believe you gave me the pleasure before," he said, in his deep American voice, "of knowing your name. I would be delighted if you would indulge me now…if you wish?"

He flashed her his beaming smile, the one she remembered from the cafe, that seemed to emanate perfect happiness. Confused, still feeling a bit bad about her previous overreaction, she flustered; "Oh! It's Lily…"

“Lily!" repeated the man, entranced. She fidgeted uncomfortably and said, "Look, um, look do you want to sit here? I mean, I think maybe I was a bit…rude to you before but…"

“I'd be delighted", he cut in, sliding into the chair opposite her across the table.

She looked up at him, still a little confused. At least he did not appear to have been offended by her behaviour in the slightest. Still smiling, he offered her his hand across the table. "My name is Edwin", he beamed, as she took his hand. "Please, don't worry about any past events".

“I do think I was a bit rude though", admitted Lily. "I mean, I don't even know you…"

Just then the waiter returned with a silver teapot and painted glass cup on a little, intricately carved golden tray. Lily was so delighted about how every detail of this place was concerned with beauty. Even the tray was intricately carved! As the waiter placed the tray on their table, he recognised her companion and said, "Good evening, Mr Waterman!"

“Salam Aleikum, Sayeed", smiled Edwin. "How are you?"

“Very good, very good! Shall I bring another cup for you?" Edwin looked enquiringly at Lily, who nodded, pleased.

"I'd be happy to share", she said.

Edwin's warm, friendly manner was appealing to her more and more, and she could sense something…mysterious about him that she wanted to explore further…

She was aware that she probably seemed like a different person; the last time they had communicated she had been in the depths of a man-hating inner rant following a disappointing sexual exploit with Daniel; whereas now…well, she could still feel the glow of her most recent encounter with Daniel and his girlfriend.

Edwin seemed to read her thoughts, commenting softly:

"You are having a better day today, aren’t you?"

Lily nodded, grinning. "I've never been in this place before - didn't even know there was somewhere like this in London! It's beautiful." she enthused. "You want to try this tea?"

He nodded, and she picked up the silver teapot by the little cushion which was thoughtfully placed on its handle, pouring what to her surprise turned out to be a deep red liquid into the two glasses.

"Oooh, looks interesting", she said.

"What is it?" inquired Edwin.

"I have no idea", she admitted.

"Ah!" said Edwin, pleased. "Good. It’s always healthy to embrace the unknown". He picked up his cup and lifted it, raising it to Lily in salute. She raised hers to him, and looked into his eyes as they said "cheers". It reminded her of the first time she had tried Daniel's herbal tea, and memories of that glorious erotic time filled her with pleasure and arousal. She lifted the tea to her lips and sipped. It was sweet and a little spicy, with a deep flavour that seemed to penetrate her entire body with soft warmth.

"Wow!" she breathed, closing her eyes to really take in the flavour. Edwin did the same, clearly enjoying the tea as much as she. They opened their eyes at the same time, and Lily felt an electric schock as they locked gazes again.

"Sayeed has really given us a special one,” noted Edwin, with pleasure.

"You know what it is?" asked Lily, intrigued. Edwin sipped again, exploratively.

"There is definitely hibiscus in there,” he noted. "But…I don't know what else…"

"Hibiscus! Wow. I've never had hibiscus tea before". The word evoked in Lily strong images of tropical islands and steamy jungle nights; pure exoticity. Edwin smiled at her, appreciating her child-like pleasure.

"So, you have been here before?" asked Lily.

"Oh yes. I love it in this place.”

"Somehow it doesn't seem to…suit you", pointed out Lily. He laughed.

"Ah yes, you mean my suit doesn’t fit in here?” he laughed, playfully brushing the sleeves of his woollen suit in a faux-businesslike manner, continuing, “We always have the surface image to consider.”

Lily fidgeted, confused; not at all sure how serious he was being.

"But…Who you are inside is reflected on the surface", she pointed out; "unless you are lying to yourself".

"Aha!" breathed Edwin, leaning forwards, his eyes shining at her as if she had just made a very important discovery; "but who
are
you?"

Lily laughed. "So you're a philosopher!"

Edwin sat back, delighted. "Isn’t everyone? But like everyone, I'm also…
many
other things…"

He smiled enigmatically and Lily, helplessly intrigued, prompted, "I'd love to hear all about them…"

"That makes me feel incredible", admitted Edwin, "but sometimes, words are inadequate. These things are always best when we….
show
them".

Lily looked down, tongue-tied. What can you say to a comment like that? Still she was feeling very comfortable in his presence. She was surprised how different she felt from when she had seen him in the coffee shop. She had marked him down then as an inconsiderate businessman; lost in the world of money to the point where he could not see any other way of getting things.

"I suppose it doesn't really make sense to judge on first appearances", she mused slowly, sipping the delectable tea again.

"A quick recognition of a person’s character can be very useful, though", pointed out Edwin. "How many areas of life do you know where people use their clothes to their advantage?

Lily could certainly think of one. She looked down at her top, one of her tried and tested tip-bringers; a skin-hugging affair with short sleeves which was made of a kind of iridescent material that somehow reflected two different colours, and whose collar revealed just enough cleavage to pique the imagination.

"But when I use my clothes for work, I'm still being myself", she said. "It's not like I lie to people".

"Still, maybe it's unavoidable to be putting on some kind of character", remarked Edwin. "There's nothing wrong with that, of course - it's fun – as long as we remember that whichever role we play, we’re always much more than that."

He sipped his tea, smiling in a way which seemed to say, 'but what do I know, anyway?' and fell silent again.

Lily considered this. "I don't know if everyone feels that way", she remarked.

"No," agreed Edwin, "many people are playing games very seriously when they are really only games. Sometimes it can get overwhelming, especially in this city. That's why I love coming here!" he gestured around at the delightful little bar. "It's so rare to find a place in London to come and relax.  A place for the reflection of what people feel deeply, inside. Not just"-

"Not just a dingy room where the only thing people care about is getting drunk and looking at girls", finished Lily, thinking about her own place of work. If The Corner was a reflection of someone's deeper self, that person could probably do with some kind of counselling.