Falling for Grace Pt. 06

Grace and I sat in the waiting area by the gate to catch our flight to New York, where we were transferring to a flight to London. We held hands nervously; we were off on a big adventure, traveling together for 3 weeks. It would tell us both a lot about our relationship and if we were really built to last.

I squeezed her hand lightly. "Are you as excited as I am?" I asked Grace.

"More like a little terrified. That night of my birthday in the Bed and Breakfast I felt so mature. Now I feel like a child. I mean, I am excited and I'm thrilled to be doing this with you, Henry. But this is like leaping into the void. What if we aren't so compatible? We've never been alone together longer than overnight before."

"We'll be fine" I told her with a bit of false bravado. I was also scared as well as excited. "This is going to be an amazing trip. Something we'll remember the rest of our lives."

"I know, baby. It's just neither of us has been away from our parents more than a night or two before. Three weeks...sorry, I'm just being a girl."

"Bullshit. I'm a boy and I'm feeling a lot of the same things. I think the hardest thing will be the currency conversions. Pounds, Francs and Guilders. It's already making my head spin" I said with a grin.

"Good thing for us I'm so damn good at math."

"You're good at everything" I said with a hint of teasing in my voice as I gave her a light kiss.

"Down, Tiger. We're not going to be alone for....at least ten hours yet. About midnight our time, but like 5AM London time. So keep that passion under wraps."

They called our flight and we boarded. As we settled into our seats, Grace said "You know, I've never flown before, anywhere. I just realized I'm mildly scared."

"I've flown a number of times. It's really no big deal. Just hold my hand and talk to me if you feel uneasy. We'll be in the sky before you know it."

"Uh-huh" was all Grace said. But it was no worry. The flight took off just a little behind schedule and it was smooth flying all the way to New York. When we got there, we looked out the window as the plane came to land at JFK. It was the first view Grace ever had of New York City, where we were going to be going to college, aside from in films. She was visibly impressed.

"Oh my god, Henry, it's huge! You've been here how many times?"

"We used to come almost every year to visit my Aunt Lorraine and her family. They live in Queens. It's one of the boroughs, or counties, that make up the city. More than 8 million people live here, more than in all of South Carolina."

"I know, but seeing it....it's incredible."

"It's going to be home for us for at least the next 4 years." We held hands lovingly and shared a kiss at the thought. The reality of our next stage of life, though still more than 2 months away, was feeling very close.

We caught our connecting flight on British Airways and were again just slightly delayed, and after a smooth flight, we landed at Heathrow Airport at 6AM local time. We caught a bus and finally were in the center of London by 9AM, which was 4AM to us. Though we got some sleep on the plane, we were wiped out when the taxi we caught pulled up at a recommended hostel. Who recommended it will remain a mystery. It was supposedly clean and well apportioned, but just from the outside, the place looked dicey. There were people who were obviously drug addicts hanging out (yes, we had such types in Charleston) and we got a bad feeling without getting out of the cab.

"You youngsters sure you want to stay 'ere?" the driver, an older, cockney man asked us? "Looks kinda sketchy if you ask me. I wouldn't let me own kids stay 'ere."

"Yeah, I don't think so" I answered. "You have any ideas for us? Nothing fancy, but we can do better than this."

"Sure enough, I know a nice place" he answered and drove to a nice modest hotel, a converted group of attached Victorian homes, in The West End, a pleasant, middle class neighborhood (back then) right off Leicester (pronounced LES-ter) Square, very close to Westminster and Buckingham Palace. The driver even took us inside and introduced us to the manager. We were relieved to be in a clean, decent place, which even came with free breakfast daily. I gave the driver his fare plus a 10 Pound tip, and he thanked us very gracefully. I already liked the British from previous trips with my parents, and I liked them even more by then. Besides, I knew Americans have reputations as good tippers, and I didn't want to ruin the image of my countrymen.

The manager checked us in and said he'd send our luggage up if we wanted to get something to eat in the dining room first. As tired as we were, Grace and I were also famished. We ate on the plane, but that was however many hours ago. We took turns using a small rest room off the lobby to wash up and such and sat and ordered a light breakfast.

"This is nice" Grace said. "Are you sure this is on our budget?"

"It's a little more than I planned per night, but no way in hell were we staying in that other place. I would spend five times as much as that place to be safe. This is very nice, it's clean, and we're close enough to walk to a lot of the things we want to see and do. We're near Parliament and Downing Street, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, even Carnaby Street."

"Carnaby Street, hmmm. We can do some nice shopping there." Grace, despite being tired, lit up with a great smile. "Besides, what do you consider close?"

"About a mile or so from the Palace. Longer to Parliament. Walking distance. And even if it's a little far, there's great bus and Underground service everywhere."

"How many times have you been to London anyway?" she asked.

"Twice before. I remember geographical things. Like you're great with math. And just about everything else." I gave her what I hoped was a winning smile. I was pretty pooped.

Our food came out then and we ate heartily. We also ate relatively quickly; we really wanted to get cleaned up and get a few hours of sleep before exploring the city. So we finished and asked the clerk for a 3PM wake up call and we found our room on the third floor.

It was nothing as fancy as the B&B we stayed at on Grace' birthday; it was small, but it was tidy and everything was clean. Grace said "I need a shower before ANYTHING!" She was taking off her clothes so quickly it was as if they were on fire. I thought we could take one together and started stripping myself until we got a look at the bathroom and we shared a laugh. There'd be no playing in the shower in this room. The whole sink/shower area, separated from the toilet, was the size of a small walk in closet. The shower stall was a strictly one person at a time affair. We would have needed a crowbar to wedge me in there with her.

"Looks like you're waiting your turn, Nasty Boy. Ladies first!" she said as she closed the door. By now exhaustion was hitting me hard and I seriously thought about just getting into the bed without cleaning up first, but I knew what Grace would have to say about that. So I just sighed, turned on the small television, and sat on the only chair in the room. I turned to a BBC channel which had news on and tried to comprehend what they were talking about.

Finally Grace let me in 10 minutes later and said "You're going to be disappointed." I got in the stall and quickly found out what she was talking about. Water pressure was ridiculously low though there was plenty of hot water. Then, once I was clean, I grabbed a towel which was very small and not at all as soft as I was used to at home and in the fine hotels I stayed in when I traveled with my parents. Still, it felt good to be clean.

Grace was already lying in bed when I got there and climbed in with her. It was the size of her bed at home, small for two adults, really, but we managed before in such tight quarters.

"Good....well, not night, honey. See you in a few hours. I love you very much and I'm glad to be here with you."

She turned and kissed me. "Good whatever time of day it is, baby. I love you too. Thank you for bringing me here."

"My pleasure" I said as sleep finally took me.

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The clerk was perfect; the phone rang at precisely 3 and a cultured voice wished me a good afternoon before making sure I was awake. Then I had to wake Grace, which was easier said than done. "Come on, honey, 3 o'clock. Rise and shine."

"Henry," she mumbled from her pillow, "if you say that to me again, I will kill you!"

"Come on, Gracie. Lots to do. Unless..." I reached and caressed her bare ass. We had both gone to bed naked.

"Really, Henry? You're up for this right now?"

"What can I tell you, honey. I look at your perfect ass and legs and my dick has a mind of its own. Want to see for yourself?" I took her arm and helped her hand find my hardon. She gripped me gently and ran her fingers along my cock as if she was exploring it for the first time.

"Well, it would be a shame to let such a lovely erection go to waste." She turned over and right into my arms. The bed was small, after all. We were kissing lightly to start. "Shit, we didn't brush our teeth."

"So one time we'll do it after we get out of bed. We're on vacation after all." We both laughed and our kisses and touching became more and more romantic. "I just thought of something" Grace said. "This is going to be our first sex on foreign soil!"

I chuckled some more. "We can put an American flag on my flag pole and you can salute it, if you like."

"But then I wouldn't be able to do this" she said as she pushed me on my back and quickly took my cock into her wet, warm mouth.

"Oh god," I moaned as Grace slowly slid her lips up and down my shaft, going from the crown to the base and up again, all the time using her tongue to massage whatever part was right there. She was on her knees almost over my face and I said "Let me have some fun too. Move your hips over here."

Grace slid her mouth off my cock and said "You mean this isn't fun for you? Don't my blowjobs turn you on any more?"

"Silly question. But I'm hungry too." As Grace took my dick back in her mouth, she moved over me and I eagerly grabbed her perfect brown ass and pulled her pussy down to my face. I licked her slowly at first, teasing her lips and nipping at them with my own. I sucked on her pussy, and let my tongue flutter in and out of her creaming slit. I felt her moaning around the head of my cock, sending a nice buzzing sensation through my whole body. Her lower body was shaking around, especially that gorgeous ass of hers, with her little anus winking at me. Since the night we celebrated her birthday together, I knew she enjoyed some anal sex, something I kept in mind.

Her tongue was lashing the head of my dick and her saliva was flowing down the shaft and all over my balls. It was making me feel sticky but also ever more aroused. Grace's fingers were digging into my thighs and then she moved to the cheeks of my ass and I felt her nails digging in. She may have been tired ten minutes before, but she was wide awake now and fully into our play. Her back was bending back and forth, forcing her pussy to mash into my face as Grace came, giving me a nice little flood of her juices. But she wasn't done with me, thank goodness. I was hot and hard and I wanted her desperately.

I tapped her ass with my hand, lightly, and she just knew what I wanted. "Come fuck me baby" she said with an urgent moan. "I want you too. You've got me all fired up!" Grace stayed on her hands and knees and I carefully got behind her in the tight space of the small bed. I lined up with my cock touching her lips and she moaned expectantly. "Don't make me wait, Henry, now that you've got me so horny."

"You know I'd never tease you, honey....for too long. A little teasing is good for the soul." I slapped my cock on her thigh and she whimpered in mild frustration. "You have the most beautiful ass, honey. So round and soft."

"You can admire my ass later. Fuck me already, dammit!" I really didn't want to wait any more myself and I pushed into her steamy pussy with ease, filling her pussy with my thick dick. We were grinding against each other, both of us groaning in pleasure, when I realized our window blinds were open. Our window looked out on a small alley with other old Victorian style row houses on the other side and we were being watched by a middle aged man from his living room. Oh god, I thought. I'd better not tell Grace or she'd kill me. I just reached over and closed the blinds quickly, giving the man a sheepish smile.

"What did you do that for?" Grace gasped as her body kept moving on mine.

"Just in case" I lied. "We don't want to attract an audience, right?"

"Not really. Now move your cute ass, Henry!"

I grabbed her hips and started pumping into her, Slow at first but constantly getting faster in my thrusts and Grace yelped a little with each of those thrusts. "Fuck, oh fuck" over and over. I loved how vocal she could be when she was hot and in the right mood. It really got to me. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass as I kept pushing in and out of her sticky cunt, and when I started twitching inside her, she came hard, yelling without thinking that this was a public hotel. It just wasn't something we were used to worrying about.

"God, Gracie, you're going to melt my cock" I groaned. I gave her a light slap on her ass and she grunted her approval.

"Keep doing that, baby" she urged. "I'm close again...."

I spanked her lightly a few times and when she came again, my cock throbbed and I spewed my own cum in her pussy with a few deep, hard thrusts. We were both breathing hard as we disengaged and then laid there together, holding each other.

"I realized something, Gracie."

"What's that, baby?"

"I haven't told you I love you since we've been up. Don't let me do that again."

Grace gave me the biggest, warmest smile. "You never stop amazing me with how sweet you are, baby. I love you too. I still can't believe we're here. You're the best boyfriend ever." She tilted her head and kissed me with plenty of love. "I would love to keep kissing you but I really need to brush my teeth."

"Same here. Go ahead, do what you need. We'll get cleaned up and maybe we can make late tea. Then we can do something before going to dinner. Or we're going to early dinner, because I'm starving!"

"Tea? I feel positively snobbish!" Grace said with an exaggerated English accent. Then she giggled as she went into the bathroom.

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We missed tea by just ten minutes. The hotel did high tea, not included with the cost of the room, and they finished at 5. We'd be on a regular schedule by the next day and we'd try to do tea somewhere. So after we cleaned up we left our room just as the older couple next door were doing the same. When the wife saw us she ducked back in their room quickly. The husband looked a little embarrassed, flush in his face and, a little flustered but with a smile, said to me "Nicely done." Grace and I went down a flight to the second floor and broke out laughing.

"Oh my god" she said through tears rolling down her cheeks, "we're going to have to change hotels! I can't show my face here again!"

"Ah, don't worry about it, honey. They're just jealous!"

"The walls must be really thin here. They must have heard everything!"

"Well, tonight they're going to get one hell of a show, because I intend to totally abuse my gorgeous girlfriend!"

"Down, Tiger. You're going to really have to get me in the mood, knowing our neighbors can hear everything. God, they must think I'm a slut!"

"My slut, honey. Only mine. I love you" I said as we kissed with gentle love and affection. "Lets see what we should do tonight, besides dinner. I'm starved."

"Me too, baby. You work up my appetite!"

We checked with the clerk at the desk and he directed us to a nearby pub where we could get some drinks as well as a decent meal. It was only three blocks away and it was a nice enough evening out, surprisingly warmer than we expected. The neighborhood we were in was pleasant, with all these row houses from Victorian times, some of which had been converted to small hotels. We found the pub, called Bear and Fox, and got a table. The place was crowded with the after work crowd, but a nice barmaid came to take our drink orders.

"Henry, I don't know what to order. Should I just get a beer?"

"Let me order. I remember what my parents ordered when we were here two years ago." I ordered us two pints of bitter, and the young lady went to get our drinks while we looked at the menus.

"So what did you order for us exactly?"

"It's bitter ale, like beer, a little stronger and served not so cold. Not warm, like we hear in the states, but not ice cold either. It's supposed to be good."

"Moldy meat, warm beer.....you're just feeding me all sorts of weird stuff" Grace chuckled. The waitress brought our ales and we toasted each other and sipped. It was surprisingly great. Grace thought so as well. "That's really good! I could get used to this!" she said as she downed almost half her ale.

I laughed lightly and I told her "Hey, we're on empty stomachs here. Take it easy, hot stuff!"

"Really? You think I'm hot stuff?" Grace asked, batting her eyes at me with exaggerated flirting.

"I think you're a ten alarm fire, honey. Hot as hell, sexy and so damn beautiful. I'm so lucky to be here with you. I'm probably the envy of every man in here."

"Why don't you order for me, Tiger. I like when you do that. It's very, very arousing" she said while running the toes of her black heeled shoes on my leg. She was feeling very frisky, and we hadn't even had dinner yet.

She told me she wanted fish, so I ordered her Fishermans Pie and I ordered Toad in the Hole for myself. When the waitress went to put our order in, Grace raised her eye at me. "You're eating some sort of frog food?" she giggled at me.

"Hardly. It's sausages in a Yorkshire pudding with gravy and vegetables. It's good, though kind of heavy. We might have to walk it off...or something" I smiled lecherously.

"Yorkshire pudding?"

"That's just a light kind of dough baked into a crust. You'll see."

The place was loud, even a little boisterous, and it was great, with lots of dark wood on the walls and many people who were obviously friends shouting and laughing. A guy, mid 20s, bumped into me and I spilled some of my ale and he was so apologetic he bought us another round on him. I tried to tell him it was unnecessary, but he insisted, especially when he heard our American accents. He introduced himself as Eric and introduced some of his "mates" and a couple of girls and they all were so nice to both Grace and I. They were intrigued by an American interracial couple, especially when they heard we were from South Carolina. They knew enough to know we were an unusual couple for where we came from and kept talking to us until our dinners came. Then they excused themselves so we could eat, all very friendly.

"They're so nice!"

"Of course. You think Southerners are the only nice people in the world?" I asked, busting her chops.

"Asshole. Of course not. But they don't know us and they were just so friendly. I think I really like it here."

I held her hand briefly and said "Stick with me babe. I'll never steer you wrong."

"I already knew that. I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey."

We dug into our dinners, and the food was great. Mine was, as I said, kind of heavy and I couldn't eat the entire meal. Grace's, on the other hand, was lighter and she loved it, a smoked whitefish in a white sauce with mashed potatoes and peas. She finished every bite.

"I love a woman who enjoys eating. Too many girls pick at food these days. And we find ways for both of us to stay nice and trim." She knew what I was talking about.