I got a text message back “I’m going to be a little late to the party, but if you want to start without me, then by all means. I think tonight is something to celebrate. I’ll know more information in an hour or so, but I am optimistic that things are going to work out. There are a few contentions that have to be ironed out, but it doesn’t look like they are unwilling to bend on a few key issues. My coach is doing most of the negotiation, but he’s using my notes to get me what I want.” I was happy for him and it looked like things were looking up.
I had paid cash for the hotel avoiding any kind of entanglement of the credit card getting flagged or for some reason the credit card company informing my parents that I had used it for more than just an emergency. My father would not be very happy with me and I’m sure Allison would have a few choice words that were a little colorful.
I found my way back to my room by avoiding the main lobby or any of the staff. It didn’t seem likely any of them would know me, but I wasn’t about to take that chance. Being pregnant was one thing, but having it splashed across the front page of the local newspaper was not something that I was looking forward to.
I called down to room service and got what they call a surf and turf dinner. I ordered it before hand, but I told them that I would not need it, until the second part of my party arrived. They were quite accommodating. This hotel was not exactly four stars, but it was as close as I was going to get in this town.
I laid the items on the bed and looked at them with the eye of a man. I actually found myself grabbing my crotch like a man would if they were feeling the least bit excited. I took off the trench coat and laid it very carefully over the chair. I took off my white crisp blouse. I undid one button at a time and then slid it over my shoulders and down onto the floor at my feet. With each item of clothing, I made a trail from the door to the bed with a smattering of rose petals to give it that extra touch.
I was in my birthday suit. Looking in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked pretty damn good. I would’ve made the perfect plus size model. I had thought about it, but there was always something pulling me back from taking that kind of insane risk.
It was a couple of hours later and heading into the 9:00 hour. I just received a text that he was on his way and would be here in less than an hour. He didn’t say anything more and I wasn’t going to ask any questions in case it was supposed to be some big surprise.
I put on the very revealing item, staring at myself from every angle, before lying down on the bed. I’d already made the bed with the silk sheets and the candles were ready to be lit. A box of matches laid on the night stand with the prerequisite alarm clock that was provided by the hotel. I fiddled with the dials, until I found a station of easy listening that was perfect for the kind of mood I was looking for.
“Your father is going to be here any second.” I was surprised that I was even talking to the child like it was already out of the womb. I’d heard that it was good to let the child know who his parents were before he came into the world.
I called down to room service to send up the meal, but I changed my mind at the last second. I instead went with the staple of strawberries and whipped cream. I was sure that we would be famished after we were done and maybe then we would need something more of protein to keep our energies up. I was a little apprehensive and anxious at the same time. Our first time together was by my hand and this time I was going to let him take control of the scene.
I heard the clanging of wheels and I had requested they just leave it and go. I was really in no condition to open the door without making some bellboys night. I slipped the blindfold over my eyes and I was essentially vulnerable and exposed in a way that I had never been before. I slipped them over my wrist and I was now ready to greet him with a sight he would never forget.
Chapter nine
It was not more than 10 minutes later that I heard the door opening. “I’m guessing that this tray was left outside for…” He stopped and I could hear him still standing there, but his words had got caught in his throat. “I knew we had something to celebrate, but I didn’t think it was this special. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing you like this.
The sight that greeted him was of a voluptuous young woman with her hair fanned out across the pillow and wearing a red black widow kind of outfit with the garters and stockings to complement the outfit. The cups of the bustier could barely contain me.
“I thought you deserved to have the tables turned. I was the one that took advantage of you and why shouldn’t I reciprocate in kind. I’m pretty much a captive audience like you were the other night. I’m sure that I’m asking for it, but I’m pretty much right here for the taking.” His hand touched my face and moved down between my perfumed breasts. He lingered there a moment, before pulling down the cups, until I could feel the cool breeze wafting over my nipples.
“I’m so glad that you are willing to put yourself in my hands. I never thought for a moment that you would be this kind of girl, but I’m pleasantly surprised. It’s one thing to go out of your comfort zone when you know the guy can’t do anything about it, but it’s another altogether when both partners are very much in the moment.” I hadn’t asked him about his meeting. It could wait for the time being.
He lifted my wrists and the jangle of the chain from the handcuffs affixed around my hands was thrown back behind my head. He got on the bed and straddled me, until I could hear the unzipping of his pants. I felt something hot against my lips and I gave it a lingering kiss with my lipstick now marking my territory.
“It doesn’t look like you are very comfortable, but I’m grateful for the effort.” He was pushing insistently against my lips and I opened them with no particular fanfare. He slipped in and it was a reminder of what I had done the other night. This time, he had a grip of my hair and was pulling me towards him while shifting his hips enough that he was force feeding me his junk.
I gagged for a moment, but teaching myself the finer arts of deepthroating had done wonders for my self esteem. I heard his moan, as he felt the constricting walls of my throat closing in on him. Thankfully, there was a pillow underneath my neck. It made for the perfect angle to fuck my face. He was igniting those nerve endings and causing me to squirm with his hand now reaching to stimulate another part of my body.
“I’m gathering you did this to me the other night when I was totally shit faced. I regret that I was only there in spirit, but I am here now. I’m going to make the most out of this. Your lips are a scorching heat and your tongue seems to have a mind of its own.” I had wrapped it around him several times and was pushing him to his limit and beyond.
He took his soaking hot cock out of my mouth and placed it between my breasts. He used two hands to fold the hefty meat around his Johnson. He used what I had given him with my mouth to supply him with the necessary sensation to slide back and forth between my tits. When he emerged, I would lick the head and give it that little bit extra. It was the most sensitive part on a man and that was no more obvious than how he was becoming quite the animal in the sack.
With no warning, he stabbed it back into my mouth. I couldn’t see him, but the obvious sound of the headboard slamming up against the wall was a byproduct of his two hands holding onto it for support. “I’m going to fucking cum and this time I am going to be here for it. You know that it’s coming and you can feel it… YESSSSS.” His knob expanded and then his whole cock pulsed with a life of its own. There was a continuous flood of one shot after the other. It filled my mouth. I was worried that I wasn’t going to be able to take it, but I even surprised myself.
He flipped the blindfold up and out of the way. It took a moment for me to adjust to the flickering candles and the man with his two knees on either side of me. It was kind of ironic to think that I was in this position on top of him the other night and now here he was doing the same.
“I wasn’t given the chance to do this the other night.” He followed those words up with licking my nipples and making this sound of enjoyment from tasting the strawberry gloss. It was the same that I had worn the other night, but I’d forgotten that he would be in no condition to sample the wares. “Fucking delicious.” He jumped off of me, stripping up his pants and showing me his hard packed cheeks in only the flicker of the candlelight. He came back with the strawberries and whipped cream and began to spread it over my lips, across my nipples and then trailed those berries down to my most treasured of areas.
He stared at me the entire time that he was eating those strawberries off my body, until he was pushing my knees apart and opening me up to a more crucial and determined exploration. His fingers pried me open and then I watched, as he circled my clit with the whipped cream and then sucked it off with me practically flying to the ceiling.
“Fuck… I have been missing out on all this. I was so presumptuous to take what I wanted… the other night.” I could’ve easily put my hands down on top of his head and wrapped those handcuffs around his neck to make sure that he didn’t go anywhere. I didn’t do that, because he was perfectly happy to satisfy his need to taste me. “You’re definitely not one that is easily shocked. Yes…get that fucking tongue in there where it’s going to do the most good.” I could tell from his technique women of any age would be putty in his hand. If only he knew this could be his secret weapon.