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The ride back to the hotel was quiet. Tessa nestled against Russell and wondered what racing down the highway would be like if that was still backing out of the drive. She supposed she was going to find out. Soon.
“I have to stop at the concierge for a minute,” Russell said, as they entered the hotel lobby.
“Do you want me to wait with you, or go upstairs?”
“Wait with me. It’ll only be a minute.”
Tessa was surprised to find that Russell had left an overnight bag with the desk. Alone in the elevator, he said, “My things, and other things,” he said, lightly shaking his bag. “We’re sleeping together tonight and tomorrow night. And it won’t all be sleeping.”
Tessa thought of one of her mother’s favorite expressions, one she’d learned from her mother: Boy Howdy.
As soon as they were inside the room Russell pinned Tessa against the wall. “Quick, tell me the thing you saw on the dance floor that turned you on the most. Don’t analyze, just answer.”
“It wasn’t on the dance floor. I saw a couple in a booth, on the way to the ladies room.”
“What were they doing?”
“She was sitting in his lap. Their clothes were on but I could tell by the way he was moving his hips that he was inside her. She had this incredible expression on her face. It made me want to try it.”
“What else?”
Russell continued to press Tessa against the wall until her back was literally against it. She told him about the things that were hot, or at least interesting. She also shared what she didn’t like.
“One of the dance floor couples was actually a threesome. Two men had one woman pressed between them. I broke the rule and stared. It looked like one of them had his penis inside her while the other, the guy on her backside, had his fingers up there. Both of them were moving inside her. It looked painful.”
“I saw that too,” Russell said. “Easy to spot since the woman’s skirt was up around her neck. Did it turn you off because it was two men and one woman, or because of the anal stimulation?”
“Probably both.”
“Okay, that’s fine. We don’t all like everything. You get to pick, but you should understand that properly done anal stimulation can be very pleasurable. You shouldn’t reject it out of hand. No pun intended.”
“My ob-gyn sticks her finger in there during my annual exam. Nothing pleasurable about it.”
“That’s entirely different. But I get it.”
Russell led Tessa to the bed, turned her toward the bathroom wall, and said, “I want you to sit. Right there, and do not turn your face away. You are to watch it all, and do whatever comes naturally.”
He went into the bathroom, raised the privacy curtain, blew Tessa a kiss, and stepped into the tub. His shirt came off in slow motion. He played with each button before he undid it. When at last all buttons were undone, he rolled his massive shoulders and inched the dress shirt down his back. Tessa hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until his shirt hit the bottom of the tub.
Russell turned his attention to his waistband next. He unhooked his belt, his fingers touched the zipper, and he stopped. He looked at Tessa, who watched with open mouth and growing heat. Instead of unzipping his pants, he ran his hand up and down his crotch until the bulge was visible to Tessa a dozen feet away. He blew her another kiss, and unzipped. His slacks fell to the tub and he stepped out of them. Tessa expected him to essentially repeat the process with his briefs, but he surprised her.