Inner Journey - Chapter 3 [Unfinished] [Old Story]

Laura was distracted all through dinner. She had nearly made herself climax back in her room, and now she could think of little else but the aching between her legs and the almost painful tingling of her breasts. She knew she had a high libido, but usually she could control herself in public. Instead she spent most of dinner fidgeting in her seat, sometimes crossing her legs and sometimes grinding lightly against the chair to enhance the sensation down there.

Furthermore, it seemed as though everyone else at the event had chosen a meal containing meat. Laura had nothing against people who ate meat. She had once eaten meat regularly, but over the past few years she had centered herself as a vegetarian. Normally the smell of any kind of meat did nothing to her. Most of it smelled good and sometimes she wished she could have some. But today the smell put her off somehow. Something about the scent of rabbit stew, what Benny told her was pronghorn, and what seemed to be a whole spit-roasted iguana on Rudolf’s plate was sending her into a flurry of distant nausea and discomfort.

Everyone at each table was provided with a single glass of white or red wine, although to Laura it did not quite taste like regular wine. Something about it was sweeter and less alcoholic than most wines had ever tasted to her, but she also thought it was better than almost anything she had ever tasted before. Everyone else at her table seemed to think so too, and they all seemed disappointed they couldn’t have more.

Laura felt herself sweating under her dress and shawl. She shifted in her seat and nearly let her hand fall between her legs before she caught herself. Biting her lip, she lifted her fork and took another bite of her salad with lentil cakes and slices of mock chicken. God, it was probably the best salad she had ever eaten. The greens were varied, dark and rich in earthy flavor, and she couldn’t even distinguish what kind of dressing was on it. But it was sweet and tangy, but not too sugary for her. This was supposed to be a spa, a weeklong wellness event focusing on finding the truth about one’s inner self. How they also seemed to have the best chefs in the world making food for a bunch of who she thought were probably all losers was beyond her.

“What is that you’re eating?” The young man named Rudolf asked her pointedly, obviously interested. He wasn’t even her type – she preferred slightly older men and those who had at least a little bit of muscle on them – but there was something in the air that drew her to the masculine energy of someone giving her attention. She smiled at him and tried to reorganize his question and her own thoughts.

“Um, spiced lentil cakes on greens. With a dressing of some kind. Oh, and mock chicken. I don’t...um...I don’t really remember but it’s really good.”

“Mine’s really good too!” he responded eagerly. “I don’t even know why I decided on iguana. It’s not something I ever thought I’d try. But when I looked at the menu choices it just spoke to me. Do you want to try some?”

“Oh, no!” Laura exclaimed, a little too loudly. “Sorry, I’m a vegetarian. But I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It looks...um, very interesting to say the least.”

“Oh,” Rudolf said, looking a little disappointed.

Laura shook her head sluggishly, pushing her ass down into her chair and twisting in her seat. “No, I’m sorry if my tone was bad. I’m just feeling a little off tonight. I...I’m really glad you’re enjoying it.”

A heavy chortling laugh issued from the man across the table from her. “Oh, you are a funny one! I still don’t understand how someone can live their life without meat. Well, at least you’re not an ass about it.”

Benny was a larger man than Laura imagined he should be every time she looked at him. He had a full golden beard and a full head of hair, and he couldn’t have been younger than 50 although he didn’t quite act like it in the right way. He did seem like the right kind of person to be eating pronghorn though, or antelope or whatever it was. He seemed good-natured in an aggressive kind of way, and she did not want to become an enemy of his, that was for sure. She could imagine him sneaking all manner of weapons onto the property for his own enjoyment. Perhaps it was good that she “wasn’t an ass” about her diet.

“I try not to be,” she said, crossing her arms over her tight chest. “It’s just my own lifestyle. Nothing against...anyone else’s diets.”

“Well, that’s mighty nice of you,” the woman beside her said with a smile. Her name was Bev. She had said she was from Texas, and her words were quiet and as friendly as she could make them. She seemed the direct opposite of Benny: small and quiet and subdued. Benny’s booming voice would have drowned hers out were they speaking at the same time. “My son can’t eat meat, you know, and I learned to cook lots of interesting things for him.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Rudolf said.

“But of course,” Bev began, “What else was I to do?”

Laura smiled, feeling a twinge between her legs and breathing in quickly. “My parents never tried to accommodate my choice. I mean, it was a free decision for me a few years ago. I never had to...do it out of necessity. But they like their meat and never once made a meat-free meal when I was around.”

“As is their right.” Benny puffed his chest out and lifted a forkful of pronghorn to his mouth.

“As is their right,” Laura echoed softly. She put her elbow on the table and slumped weakly into it, the tip of her nipple just brushing the edge of the table. Before she knew what she was doing, her other hand had fallen between her legs and was caressing the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs.

“Rudolf, are you German by chance?” Bev asked the young man, and he smiled.

“My parents, yes. I was born here, but...well I didn’t have a lot of time with other people so I do have an accent, yes?”

Bev gave him a little nod, and he seemed embarrassed. “Oh don’t look sheepish, boy. It’s quite charming. Unique, even.”

Laura’s fingers slid beneath her panties, silken things which were already soaked. She rubbed the tips up and down the length of her slit and put the tiniest bit of pressure on it. Her legs tingled and her nipples twinged. She brought her body the slightest bit up, and then back down, rubbing her nipple against the table. Her fork played weakly with the rest of her food, but she had gained an appetite for something else entirely.

“Well, thanks then,” Rudolf said, sitting a little straighter. He turned to look at Benny, his eyes darting up and down the man’s body before landing on his eyes again. So that’s how he leaned, Laura thought, and the thought of it made her equally jealous and turned on. She pressed her fingers into her slit, shuddering when they made contact with her sensitive clit. She bit her lip and began to rub herself slowly. “What do you think, Ben—Benny? Do you like my accent?”

“Oh sure, my boy,” the man boomed. “Any accent when spoken with confidence is a fine one. Are you confident.”

“I think so.”

“Good, good.” He did not look at Rudolf the way that Rudolf looked at him. Laura began to breathe more heavily. Her fingers were moving more quickly around her clitoris. She wanted to be filled but her fingers were never good enough. She could feel tension building in her legs and in her depths. Her nipples twinged with every round she made on herself. They felt so tight, but she didn’t know what else to do. She could smell the greens on her plate and they smelled heavenly. Like godly green plants and rich black earth. Cold, black earth. So comfortable and inviting, ready to relieve her of every—

“Ahhh!” Laura cried, tensing as her world turned white for just a moment and her legs trembled with her climax. She cut her voice off partway as she remembered where she was, and immediately bent down to clutch her leg. “Oh—oh my god. My leg.”

“Are you all right, dear?” Bev asked. She sounded worried, but her voice was a little breathy, as if she too were out of breath.

“Um, yeah,” Laura managed, feeling the waves of pleasure still coming, weaker now but still shaking her legs and making her nipples stand out against her dress. “I...I think it was a cramp. God, it hurt so much. I...I think I should go back to my room.”

“Are you all right to walk?” Rudolf asked. “Is your leg okay?”

“I’m all right,” Laura assured him, sitting straight again and pushing out of her chair shakily. “It was quick but it hurt. I’m...I’m going to go and lay down. Maybe do some stretches. I think it must have been the long plane ride today.”

“If you’re sure you’re all right,” Bev said, offering a hand which Laura took until she found her balance. Laura nodded with a small smile to each at her table. Then she took off slowly, feeling the stares of the other tables on her, making sure to limp lightly on her way back to her room.