Erotcia Older Woman
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“What would you like to drink with that?”
“Tea,” said the blonde with tits that spilled out of her top.
“And for you?” I asked, nodding at the tight Asian girl to my right.
Ice water? Probably. I need to pour it down my pants right now to keep me from picking you up and bending that sexy ass over the table.
“Anything else for you ladies?”
“No, that’s it for now. So, what’d he do next?” asked the blonde girl as she waved me away.
The Asian chick gave me a second look (cold) then a third to my cock. She was obviously picking up on my vibe. My dick literally hopped in my briefs.
I took that as my cue and headed back to the kitchen to drop their order and get some air to help cool my johnson.
I walked by Paul on the way.
“Really? Those two are…”
“Not interested in me.”
“Why do you say that?”
“They are knee deep in dick talk.”
“That’s nothing, man. Chicks love talking about our packages. Same as tits for us.”
“Never count ‘em out. Look at me.”
I did. His greasy hair and jacked-up grill told me Paul hadn’t been laid in months, probably years. His confidence, or lack thereof, came from stroking it to XHamster shots of girls way out of his league. He was the type of guy who had jerked off so many times to those porn movies, he’d probably worked it into his psyche that he was capable of pulling a beautiful woman, which explained why he treated most other females with disdain.
Either he’d end up pulling it off and he’d totally make me look like a fool for my assumption, or he’d settle for someone twice his weight and half his IQ as to be able to tolerate his shit.
No tips, and it makes the time go by SO much slower.
I hung out near the edge of the bar and folded napkins so I could listen in as my two customers kept going on about their weekends. Evidently, they were both single. And both loving it.
“Where’d he take you?” asked the Asian girl.
There was a beautiful sheen to her long black hair. I imagined it splayed out on my pillow in the morning. Yeah, I could do that... the night before and that next morning and the whole next day.
“We went to Jack’s. He wanted to watch the game,” said the blonde.
“Which meant you got no attention whatsoever. Beer, boys, and wings.”
“And waitresses in skin-tight clothes. Whores.”
“Whoa. Not their fault. That’s their uniform. Blame the boss. They’re just trying to pay for their tuition.”
“Fair enough. So, we went to Jack’s. This one was capable of walking and chewing gum at the same time. I tested him in the car on the way over. He made it out of the car without tripping over his feet. I saw it. I shit you not.
“I thought about blasting him with the most expensive thing on the menu, but something told me it wasn’t gonna be like that. He actually held a conversation with me during the game and explained it enough to where I got into it.”
“Yeah. I’ve never had a guy do that before.”
“Most blow me off and then expect me to do the same when the game’s over.”
“He had a couple of beers at dinner though, so we sorted out an Uber.”
“Responsible and a conversationalist.”
“Triple whammy. Everything else... just whipped cream and cherries.”
“Speaking of which.”
“Did he take you home for dessert?”
“He ate me out for dessert.”
“I know, right? Not even a flinch.”
“Took me straight up, dropped his hands around my ass, and slid my pants to the floor like they were contaminated.”
“One salad with vinaigrette. One order of steamed clams,” I said as I laid the dishes in front of them.
The Asian girl went for the clams, and I cautioned her.
“Those things are super hot. Might want to give them a minute or two to cool down.”
She looked up at me and smiled.
Just a thanks, jackass. Doesn’t mean she wants to fuck.
The hostess walked by me as I spun around.
A woman in a white business dress was walking behind her. Her shoes clicked on the floor. A hint of perfume wafted in the air as she passed. Nothing too much, just a gentle finger under the nostril that said, “Come hither, sweet cock,” so I obviously had to watch her walk past.
Red high heels propped those feet up on platforms that showcased her long legs. For the right man, they’d part, then they’d fold in over his back with heels dug into his hips to coax out his seed and feed her hungry loins.
Ten or as close as I’d ever seen outside of a magazine.
I followed her to the next table and nodded at the hostess as she dropped her off in my section. Paul would drool all over this one. Jessica knew that, so I’d be taking care of her.
“How are you doing today?”
“Great. And you?”
“Things keep getting better by the minute.”
“That’s refreshing to hear. I’ve been drowning in negativity all morning. Please be nice to me.”
“Ask and you shall receive.”
“I just did.”
“The wheels are in motion. Would you like to hear the specials for the day?”
“Are you on there?”
I froze. That had come out of left field.
“I… I can be. That’ll be a dessert, though.”
“You’re not filling enough for a main course?”
“Ooh, you got me there. I gotta back track then. I’m a porterhouse.”
“That’s what I want.”
“OK, so one me. Anything else with... me?”
She looked up and gave me a sinister grin. Like if it were socially acceptable, she’d pounce out of her chair, rip my cock out of my pants, and smack the back of her thighs against the tops of mine until she’d milked me clean and I’d bruised her intestines with a wad shot the size of Texas.
Then, she’d smooth out her dress, use the napkin to pat a few beads of sweat off of her forehead, and resume her menu browsing.
Cool as fucking ice. Hot as balls, too.
“Let me look at the menu… I’m sorry I don’t see your name tag,” she said.
“Shit. I mean…”
“It’s OK. I hope that’s not your name.”
“Jerry. Sorry about…”
“Shit. Fuck. Cunt. They’re just words, Jerry. People are the ones that put meaning behind them.”
I smiled back at her. “I’ll give you a few minutes.”
I walked back up to the bar and tried listening in to the two college girls’ conversation while I made sure all the condiment bottles were full.
“And then…” the blonde girl looked over her shoulder, “He started rimming out my ass. I went from an orgasm to totally relaxed as he laid his tongue all over my backside. And then came the fingers. Actually, it started with one…”
“Oh, shit! You got an ass bandit.”
Paul came up and tried to engage me with some banter and the girls lowered their voices.
“Really, man!? Not right now. Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Yeah. You look real busy, asshole.”
Paul walked off, and I focused on the conversation between the two girls. Shit was getting hot.
Goddamn. Can I buy a break?
“You all ready, ma’am?”
“How old do you think I am?”
“I hate that question. It’s always a trick.”
“I’m old enough and confident enough for your ‘guess’ to not bother me.”
“Wow.” She looked half-embarrassed and half-switched on.
“You hit the nail on the head.”
“I get tested pretty often.”
“You’re a good-looking guy.”
“Just your average guy.”
“You’re far from average. If you were in that neighborhood, I wouldn’t be talking to you.”
“You got a thing for college waiters?”
“I got a thing for fat cock.”
“Ding ding ding.”
“What’s that for?”
“We got a winner.”
She smiled. “And a sense of humor. What do the winners get?”
“I think you stated your intention earlier.”
“I did. But it looks like you’re more into the girls over there.”
“They got a saucy conversation going on about taking it up the ass right now. I’m guilty of being so male that my curiosity, plus my imagination, are wreaking havoc on my tiny reptilian brain.”
She shook her head, folded the menu, and handed it to me.
“I’ll have the seafood salad.”
“You got it. Water with lemon to drink?”
“How’d you know?”
“That’s my job.”
“We gotta get you a new job, Jerry.”
“This one pays my tuition right now, and my weekend excursions to the beach when I have the time.”
She nodded at the two girls at the table in front of us.
“You want to fuck them?”
“You’re very frank.”
“That’s my job.”
I looked down and returned her sinister grin.
“Jerry, you got a order up here,” called Paul.
“That’ll do, Jerry.”
I went to the table with the two girls and cleared their appetizer plates, then headed to the kitchen to drop off the dirty dishes and grab their meals.
When I came back, the cougar was standing at the table with the two chicks.
The Asian looked over at the same time I popped out of the kitchen. The girls giggled and the cougar smiled and returned to her table.
“One pesto pasta. One feta and veggie pizza.”
“Any parmesan? Hot sauce? Anything else?”
“I’ll take some parmesan.”
I pulled a bottle out of my container and left it on the table.
“Holler if you end up needing anything else.”
“Oh, yeah. We’ll definitely holler,” said the Asian chick.
“OK, then. So… that’s established.” I stopped by the older woman’s table. When I put my hand over the back of the chair, she ran her hand up my inseam and brushed the tip of my cock.
“Whoa. That’ll get things going,” I said, trying not to flinch.
“I thought so.”
“What just happened over there?”
“You mean with the girls?”
“Just some girl talk.”
“I think it was a little more than that.”
“Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn’t.” She worked her upper arm against my thigh. My cock fluttered under my briefs. She had woken him up and he wanted out.
“Jerry. Food’s ready,” Paul called from the bar again.
I adjusted myself behind her chair, so I wasn’t walking like a stiff-legged bum.
“Be right back.”
I put her seafood salad down, followed by a cup of cream of pumpkin soup on the side.
“That’s not what I think it is, is it?”
“Are you allergic to pumpkin?”
“It’s my favorite and I honestly haven’t had it in months. I swear to god, earlier this morning, I was thinking what I wouldn’t do for a cup right now.”
“And what would you do?”
The table with the two girls waved me over.
Son of a...
I pulled their tab and took it over to the table in a receipt book.
“Hope you ladies had a nice meal. Come back and see us anytime. My name is Jerry.”
“Oh, we know your name Jerry, and we’ll definitely be seeing you again.” The Asian girl smiled.
“Definitely!” said the blonde, and she snapped her teeth at me.
“I wasn’t aware that I had made that much of an impression.”
“Oh, you made a big impression,” said the Asian girl, glancing between his legs.
“Thanks. What are your plans tonight?”
The blonde girl didn’t flinch. “We have plans tonight, Jerry.”
“Oh. How about…”
Paul called me back up to the bar.
I swear to…
As I got to the bar, Paul nudged me in the shoulder. “What was that all about?”
“That’s all you need, Paul?”
“Yeah, I was curious.”
“I was in the middle of a conversation.”
The door chime jingled.
“Bye, Jerry.” They both waved on their way out the door.
I waved back and muttered my appreciation to Paul at the same time. “Asshole.”
“Come on, man. I saw them checking out your package and smiling. You get their number?”
“No, I didn’t.”
I could feel my temperature rising, so I made some shit up to cool myself down and get Paul off my case.
“They were just saying some stuff about school. We’re in the same classes and I didn’t know it.”
“Whatever. You’re holding out on me. That’s cool. Next time I get some action, I’ll be sure to keep it to myself.”
“Sure thing, Paul.”
I watched them saunter off in their little short skirts. They looked like they were off to some high-end country club to play a game of tennis. Nice, tight legs. Firm asses just begging for a pop. The Asian girl had a handful of tits, but the white chick had enough to…
“Bus the table, Jerry,” said Paul as he walked over to check on one of his tables by the window.
I’m gonna strangle that guy today.
I picked up the check first.
I flipped through the receipt book and came across a small piece of paper the size and thickness of a business card at the bottom of the pile.
The top side was blank. I picked it up and flipped it over.
My hair stood on end.
649 Beachfront Blvd. Room 520. 8 pm. Tonight.
“What the fuck?”
Paul walked over and peeked over my shoulder.
I slid the card underneath the receipts in the book.
“Dude, they stiffed you.”
“Yeah, looks like it.”
“That’s fucked up, bro.”
“It is what it is, Paul.”
I looked over my shoulder at the older woman waving a hand at me.
“Sorry. How’s your meal?”
“Everything’s perfect, but I have to attend to something. Can you wrap this up for me to go?”
“Not a problem.”
When I came back out, she was standing by the bar, ready to go.
“Sorry, it didn’t work out with those two girls. Maybe something else will come along,” she said.
“Oh, I think everything will work out just fine. How about picking up where our little conversation left off?”
“We’ll definitely be seeing each other again soon, Jerry,” she said.
I ran my hand down into my front pocket and fingered the card the two girls had left me.
Today’s my lucky day.
I pulled the card out and stared at it, then up at the white hotel towering on the other side of the road.
“Shit, this place is for swanky folk. How the hell are those two girls rolling in a place like this?”
I parked my car across the street and strode over. I walked into the main lobby with a pair of cargo pants and flip-flops, looking a little out of place.
One of the guys behind the front desk that looked like he had just eaten a lemon while someone rammed a plunger up his ass called me over.
“Excuse me, sir.”
“Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see a friend.”
“Do you have a key?”
“No, I don’t.”
“What room is your friend staying in?”
The front-desk man picked up a phone and rang the room. “We have a guest here…”
“Jerry to see you. Are you expecting him? Yes. I see. Right away.”
The front desk douche put the phone down and jittered out from behind his cockpit. He pointed the way to the bank of elevators and swiped me up to the fifth floor.
“Enjoy your visit here, sir.”
“Thanks, man. See you ‘round.”
The woman’s voice in the elevator talked to me all the way up to their floor. Second floor. Third floor…
“I got pussy on the brain. Even the elevator voice is turning me on.”
“Mmmm.” I adjusted myself before I stepped out.
The sign to room 520 pointed me toward the water.
“Beachfront, baby. Come on.”
Two double-panel, floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the ocean.
On the right, room 520.
“Ocean front. Not ocean view. Right smack dab over the sand with the ocean as my backyard for… as long as I can last.”
I looked down at my shorts. “I need some marathon bangin’ out of you right now, chief.”
Best tip ever.
...unless they both have dicks. Ehhh. Ehhhh. Get that thought out of your head.
I knocked on the door. Before my knuckles landed on the door the second time, the chain slid and the door flew open.
“Did someone order a Jerry special.”
The blonde girl giggled and pulled me by the arm through the door. She wore a cropped off t-shirt and no underwear. Shaved to the skin. Mid-May and she had the skin color to match.
The Asian girl was completely naked, her long hair tied up in a ponytail.
A bottle of champagne sat on the TV stand, about half empty.
“You girls got started without me? Mind if I…”
The blonde girl stopped me with a hand on my chest.
“April can handle that for you,” she said, pushing me down on the bed as she nibbled on her bottom lip.
I flopped down onto the bed and went straight for the belt.
“I got April, but what’s your name?”
“Does it matter?”
Are you kidding me? This is straight up ridiculous.
“At this point, not really, but it might be awkward in the morning.”
“Are you planning on staying the night with us, Jerry?” asked April.
When the champagne bubbled to the top of the glass, April crawled over the bed to bring it to me.
I scooped up the glass and shot the entire thing down in one gulp. Then I slipped my shirt off and scooped the blonde girl’s face up in my hands for a sloppy wet kiss.
She met me halfway and tried to show some resistance, but buckled to my strength and fell into me completely.
April snapped her teeth at my ear.
I reached out and scooped my free hand under her and pulled her tight little body toward us. I had one girl on each side of my neck and both hands between their legs.
The Asian girl bit me on the trap and I jammed my middle finger up inside her, causing her to gasp. When she did, I turned more attention on her.
The blonde girl clawed at my back since I’d turned my back on her.
April lay back with her hands over her C cup breasts – perky little mounds for a handful of joy and jiggle. She wore them as well as that look on her face that said, “You own this pussy, Jerry.”
I hooked my middle finger back toward me and began pulling gently against her G-spot. I leaned down and kissed her shaven mound, but the blonde girl quickly swept in.
She eyed me viciously. I have one of these. I know what to do.
“Don’t let me get in your way. There’s more than enough to go around.”
“You sure about that?” she asked, eyeing my shorts.
I took that as an immediate challenge and shimmied out of my shorts, which took my attention off the girls and put all of theirs on me.
The bulge in my briefs elicited a famished moan that started deep in the blonde girl’s loins.
She pawed at my waistline as I pried the fabric down my legs.
Halfway down my thighs, The Man flopped out.
A loud rumble of a moan escaped her throat, and she jumped across April, nearly swallowing the head of my cock in one leap.
I grabbed her head and pushed it as far down my shaft as it would go before she gagged and I let up.
With one hand on the back of the blonde girl’s head and the other groping at April’s pussy, I looked up and caught the entire scene in the mirror.
I’ll take this tip every single time.
The blonde girl worked my cock hard. She had done this before. Multiple times. Most likely today and every other day of the week ending in ‘y’.
I pushed the blonde girl off of my rod.
Marathon, man. Go the distance.
“Let’s rock this one first,” I said, nodding at April.
The blonde girl shimmied back on the bed so her legs straddled April’s head. April wrapped her arms around the blonde girl’s legs and the blonde girl reciprocated in a beautifully-wrapped 69.
I went back to massaging April’s G-spot while the blonde girl lathered her labia and tickled her clitoris with a tongue that moved so fast I thought she might be a mutant.
It took April arching her back with her heels dug in the bed to pull me out of my pussy-licking daze.
Both girls mumbled gentle moans over mouthfuls of sweet pussy.
It may have happened a minute later. Could have been ten. The scene was that enchanting. When the frequency of April’s moans picked up, I slid my extra hand under her ass and met her pace with the G-spot strokes.
April lifted the blonde girl up a foot over the bed as she climaxed.
She rocked between the heels and balls of her feet, her black and white colored toenails dancing back and forth while the waves of ecstasy rolled between her tight, pink lips.
The blonde girl lifted herself once a satisfied sigh had emanated from April and she eyed my cock like a tigress on the prowl.
April turned out to be an appetizer.
All that did was make the blonde hungrier, and the main course dangled between my legs just a few inches from her head.
She licked her lips, slid over April’s milky white body and scooped my cock into her mouth again.
I ran a hand through her hair and pumped back and forth between her luscious lips.
She gave my shaft a stranglehold, forcing as much blood as she could squeeze into the tip with each stroke. Then she slobbered on my knob and twisted her head and hand back and forth on the tip before she gobbled the whole thing up again.
We established a nice pace, only to be interrupted by April’s stinging the blonde in the ass.
The blonde girl gasped, opening her mouth at the same moment I thrust back in. She threw her hand on my abs and pushed me out of her with a look halfway between wanting to stab me and having my child.
That’s when she spun around and lifted her ass in the air.
April wrapped her arms around the blonde girl’s neck and they made out like nothing I’d ever seen before.
April’s handprint tattooed the blonde girl’s ass cheek.
I clamped my hand over the mark and easily covered it by twice the size, then used the handful of flesh to guide myself into her sloppy wet vagina.
The blonde arched her back as I eased into her like a locksmith testing a new key.
Then she backed her ass up tight against my thighs, practically begging me to punish her with my thick rod.
People spout all kinds of lies through their mouths, but it’s hard to ignore body language.
I held on to her hips and obliged, pounding into her right from the start. I obliterated any chance of a warm-up for the onslaught of power I was unleashing into her pouty pink twat.
She responded with moans through hers and April’s tongue-twisted kissing, but it wasn’t long before she yanked her head up for air and she met each of my powerful thrusts with a wail. All the while, April lay underneath, sucking her neck and twisting her nipples.
Over and over, I pounded into her. Our skin smacking might have sounded like a slap boxing match from outside the room. From the inside, it sounded crude, raunchy… animalistic.
Sweat poured down my forehead. A bead slipped down my face, landed on the blonde girl’s back, then dropped onto April’s face. She wiped it off and licked it. It turned me on to a whole other level I hadn’t known existed. I thought my cock was at full length and girth, but when I saw the raw look in April’s eyes, it seemed like the flesh and veins might burst through the skin of my dick and start prancing around in the blonde girl’s pussy with horns and a pitchfork. I wanted to bite into her ass, flip her over, and suck milk from her breasts... anything to quell this beast inside me.
A cool breeze meandered through the doors, lifting the white curtains and waving them at me as I took my tip in full.
“Fuck!” yelled the blonde girl as I drove my meat rod into her harder and harder.
I gripped the flesh at the top of each thigh and used it to pile-drive into her until she screamed and buckled beneath me.
She cuddled into a pool of white and tan flesh with April on the crumpled-up sheets of the bed.
And I wasn’t fucking finished.
I clamored on top of the bed and stroked my cock.
I locked eyes with April and pulled her out from underneath her playmate by the hair. She reached out for my cock as if it were the only thing that would save her life.
The fist stroke back sent a stream of cum spurting out. Part of it laced down onto her chin while the other half disappeared down her throat.
I slid my hand behind her neck and pushed her onto my cock. There was no other option.
The subsequent spasms shook me loose of the prize that had been building up between my legs since those teasing lunch details I’d gotten about their previous weekend.
April dug her hand into my ass cheeks and squeezed me into her.
My whole body rumbled with the shockwaves of pleasure circling my crown and I joined the blonde girl on the bed.
April licked her lips before leaning back and kissing the blonde girl again.
The blonde girl lifted April’s chin and cleaned up the remnants of my hard work, then scooped April’s tongue back into her mouth as they wrestled with each other on the bed.
I watched rather worthlessly as the two of them dry-humped each other’s legs.
What a way to end the day.
I pulled the washcloth down from my face and used it to wipe off my dick. The tingling sensations sent my legs shaking, and I tossed it in the corner of the countertop.
I walked into the room, looked around, and put my hands on my hips… like Superman, except naked, and I think I have a bigger dick, but he’s got the whole flying thing going for him.
The sheets hung halfway on the bed. The other half looked to be under the mattress, however the hell that had happened. Everything looked the way I left it no more than three minutes ago, except I stood there alone.
“No!” I ran over to my clothes and scrounged through the pockets.
“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” I took a deep breath and collected myself on the bed.
A little prick in the ass sent my ass back up on my feet.
A piece of paper. Same size as a business card. Same thickness, too.
It read: “Thanks, Jerry!”
A little heart sat at the bottom of the exclamation point behind my name.
Part of me felt used.
An incident like this could have caused psychological and emotional trauma and leave scars that take a lifetime to heal if it had happened to either of those girls.
I double-fist pumped and strutted around the room like a rooster.
“Holy shit! Did that just happen?”
Another little breeze blew through the doors.
I jerked my head to the side at the sight of a long, lean leg concealed by the shadows.
“That’s embarrassing. I thought you girls had left.”
“I thought it was cute,” called a voice.
“Uh, do I know you?”
“I hope so. I know you, porterhouse.”
“Forty-four. I mean, hot woman from... I mean…”
“That’s me, Jerry.”
“I’m a little lost right now. What just happened?”
“You got what you wanted. Didn’t you?”
“I mean... Yeah, I did.”
“How’d that feel, Jerry?”
“While it was happening?”
“Then? Before? After?”
“You saw my little dance. I think that speaks for itself.”
“It did. And a little more. I hope you’re not embarrassed.”
“Mildly. I’m a server, though. I got thick skin.”
“And a thick cock.”
I looked down at my flaccid penis. “Taking a break.”
“A well-deserved one.”
“So, this is awkward,” I said, standing there naked.
“It shouldn’t be. Turn on the porch light, if you’d like.”
She sat in one of the vinyl white-strapped chairs in a pair of red stiletto high heels, her white dress folded over the back. A puff of vapor sailed into the wind as she pulled on an e-cig.
She slowly unfolded her legs, revealing beautifully trimmed pubes that ran a thin, one-inch strip right above her voluptuous folds.
“See something you like, Jerry.”
“Oh, I see a lot of what I like.”
As she pushed up on the armrest, her round thighs lifted up behind her. More Marilyn Monroe than one of the Victoria Secret girls. This… woman.
She shifted her hips to the side and turned around slowly on the balls of her feet, then bent over and picked her dress off the back of the chair and threw it over her arm.
“There are two chairs out there, Jerry. Bring them inside.”
I did as I was told, my tongue nearly hanging from my mouth. I might have sat on my haunches and begged for a bone if she had pulled out a collar and leash.
She laid her dress on the bed and put her purse beside that.
“Put the chairs facing each other a couple of feet apart.”
I did as I was told.
“Sit down, Jerry.”
I sat with the view of the ocean. I had to. When the hell would I get another view like this? Might be a few years.
I sat down. My cock was already fully attentive again. I looked down at his sideways grin with a ‘whatcha gonna do’ smirk.
She sat down in the chair across from me with our knees only a few inches apart.
“Not only are you big, you know how to fuck, Jerry.”
“I think it’s pretty natural.”
“Yet the number of people that fuck it up.”
“Glad I’m not one of them.”
She lifted her left leg and rested it on my knee. I reached out to touch her foot, and she stung the back of my hand.
“No touching,” she said rather firmly.
My cock flopped up against my stomach, ready to play. I glanced down at it.
“You want me to…”
“Stroke your cock.”
I looked around the room, then spit in my hand.
She pulled out a travel-sized bottle of oil. “Give me your hand.”
Ahhh, instant relief.
I scooted forward a little in the chair and ran the length of my throbbing member.
Top to bottom.
Nice and slow.
She reached forward and swiped the tip of my cock with her fingers. Enough to pilfer some of the oil glistening off me. Then she put those same fingers between her legs, one foot resting on my knee, the other she threw over the arm of the chair and rested on the bed.
“Hot,” I mumbled.
“Do you want this, Jerry?”
“Since the restaurant.”
“I thought you wanted those girls.”
“First of all, I’m a guy.”
I glanced down at my cock.
“He wants to play hide and seek in every hole he sees. Second, those girls were… well, they were girls.”
I nodded toward the door.
Then I nodded back at her.
“Is that what I am to you, Jerry? Just a possession? A thing to be had?”
“I’m just a server at a restaurant trying to pay my way through school. I’m not playing hide the card or any other games.”
“Except hide and seek.”
“A-ha. OK. You got me on that. So we’re no different. I think it’s been determined that I’ll play your game. I think it’s time we play mine.”
“Soon enough. This is part of the fun.”
“I’ve never done something like this, and yeah, I have to agree. I’ll let you lead for a while.”
“And then you’ll take charge?”
Our eyes locked.
I was usually a pretty heavy blinker. That shit ceased. We locked on and disappeared into each other’s world, a world where everything else was just for show.
She stroked her hands up and down her outer labia. A hypnotic swirl began manifesting in her tailbone. Every minute, the gyrations got a little wider, a little more animated. A twister of raw, sexual power might explode from her seat at any moment. If this was what those storm chasers got off on, I needed to switch majors.
“Full strokes, or…”
“Work the head.”
“Go inside,” I told her.
She licked her lips.
I repeated myself, but with more conviction. “Put your fingers in your pussy!”
A hard breath escaped through her nose when her middle finger split her lips.
She pushed her finger deep inside.
Her foot on my knee gave me some sense of connection, but it was the voyeur thing, the almost-but-you’re-still-over-there thing that really did a number on me.
Wanting something and getting just enough of it to satisfy you, but having the actual prize still dangled in front of my face twisted me up good inside.
I slipped one hand down to the base of my cock while the other ran up and down, sometimes stopping at the top to twist around the head. No real pattern. I was lost in her actions. I’d been jerking off for years. It was like breathing.
My mouth watered when I saw her juices glimmer as her finger came out. She had long fingers and just before I saw the tip, she slid another in along with her middle finger. When she got knuckle deep, she used her pinky and index fingers to run up and down the outside of her plump lips. She repeated that once more, then pulled her fingers out and swallowed them.
“Fuck, yeah.” I slapped my dick up and down.
She rolled her fingers around her mouth, then out again. With the other hand, she pulled up on the skin above her folds and revealed her pink clit.
Playtime officially ended with the last swipe out of her pussy. She went straight for her clit and started with little clockwise circles, never taking her eyes off of me.
That was the only response I got. That was the only one I expected.
I took in a big breath. My chest fell slowly and relaxed me into the dimension that we had forged with our sexual energy.
Her foot pressed into my knee a little harder. Not that it bothered me, but my awareness of the smallest stimuli was heightened. I even felt the heat from the bottom of her foot and from her body a few feet away in the chair in front of me.
I worked my tip a few times. “Mmmmmmm.” Then back to my shaft.
Her fingers disappeared between the folds of her labia, a quick disappearing act, then reappeared just as fast, picking up speed as they circled her button.
It came out as a purr, kind of a... rumble off the tip of her tongue.
“Goddamn.” That shit hit a nerve in me and had me ready to pounce on her. She must have felt me shift because her other foot came from over the arm of the chair and rested on my other knee. Both feet now rested on me. She wanted absolute control over our distance. I had a steady rhythm going, but the added touch took me closer to the edge. At this moment, I could easily push myself to climax or just as easily, I could slow it back down.
I twisted the top of my cock once for a tease, then slipped back down my wide rod to temper myself and regain control.
“Mmmmm,” I muttered as I felt my temperature drop a point or two.
The arches of her feet curved over my knee cap. The dainty toes dug into the top of my thighs.
I maintained my rod slide. Had I touched the tip of my cock with that last “eeeeee,” I might have dotted her in the fucking forehead with a line drive of cum and sent her tumbling back through the balcony door, feet flying.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” My lips trembled as I put on my A-game face. This woman was playing hardball with my rock hard rod.
The pressure from her feet increased. Her ass hovered a couple of inches above the chair. She bit her bottom lip as she dipped back into her twat before returning to her faster and faster clit circles.
“You want to cum inside me, Jerry? You want to come all over me?”
“Damn, right. I want to cum down your throat.”
“You want me to swallow you, Jerry?”
“Take my fat load, baby.”
“Is that it?”
“Swallow my wad. I’ll drown you in my cum.”
She sped up.
Her clit disappeared under all the commotion caused by her rapid fingers.
“Cum with me, Jerry.”
Her pinky toe disappeared as it folded over the slide of my thigh. The rest of her toes curled upwards and pointed straight toward the ceiling. She gritted her teeth and stared me down.
The two of us breathed through clenched teeth. It looked like we were taking our frustrations with one another out on our innocent genitals, yet they showed no remorse during the punishment.
I moved up my dick to the top quarter, alternating shaft slides with tip twirls.
“I’m cumming, Jerry.”
“Cum for me.”
“Cum on me, Jerry.”
“Here it comes, baby!”
“I’m cumming, Jerry.”
With those words, she broke eye contact. Her head rolled back and she pushed herself up off the chair. Her back arched and her hand swiped left and right to finish off the job.
One long stream of my semen reached out and laced around the bottom half of her leg. Another followed, but sadly fell short of my intended destination. The convertibles got the best of that world.
She settled back into her chair, lifted her feet up off me, and curled them into herself. A long, lean finger swiped up my semen, then disappeared between her voluptuous lips.
My thumb traced the head of my cock, and I shuddered once.
“And to think, we still have to play my part of the game.”
She stood up, never taking her eyes off me, then used the backs of her legs to scoot the chair a few inches toward the balcony.
She reached down onto the bed and grabbed her dress. The white sheer fabric slid down her figure like fudge over a sundae, hugging every shift of her curvaceous form.
“You’re not…” I sat there, cock in hand, waiting for the punchline in this very tragic joke where she seemed to be leaving.
She walked by me and stroked the top of my head on the way.
I followed her around as she made her way to the door.
“Wait a second. You’re leaving?”
“I have somewhere I need to be. The note you sat on was from me, by the way. I meant to slip out with the girls, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I needed to see you all alone for a minute.”
“What just went down here?”
“Consider it an interview, Jerry.”
“What’s your name?”
“Call me... Pandora,” she said and slipped out the door.
I walked over to the counter and poured myself another glass of champagne. I took a gulp, shrugged my shoulders, and walked out onto the balcony butt naked. Another couple stood on the adjacent balcony. The man was wrapped around the woman from behind as they stared out over the water.
I slipped back in, pulled the sheet off the bed, and grabbed the bottle of champagne. The balcony overlooking the ocean served as my consolation prize.
Not half bad, I thought, listening to the waves roll in for an hour before I wondered about the room.
“Yeah. This is Jerry in room 520. Just making sure my wife squared up the tab. We gotta get an early plane in the morning.”
“You’re all sorted.”
I stepped up my deep voice and gave a reprimanding tone. “Mister?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry, Mr. Bosque.”
“No problem. Thanks for the courtesy. What time does the restaurant close, by the way?”
“You’ve got an hour, sir.”
“Very well. I can charge that to the room, correct?”
“Yes. Of Course, Mr. Bosque.”
“Great. I’ll be dining with you tonight then.”
The sun limped into the room around 5 am. I turned over on the bed, and jumped up, startled, then settled back down into the pillows when I remembered where I was. That second vodka tonic might have been a little much...
“But hey, when’s the next time this is gonna happen?”
I showered and headed down to the restaurant for breakfast. I had to work the lunch shift later, but there was no reason I had to get out of there before 9:30 am, so I filled my belly before going for a walk on the beach.
“Wow, they rake the beach for the rich folks? I could get used to this.”
After a stroll on the beach, I took one last look at the hotel, snapped a selfie, and walked to the car.
Something in the driver’s side window caught my attention from across the road. “Hooker or cleaning lady?”
Wonder if I could build a digital agency for that kind of customer. Beats the hell out of business cards in windows. Note to self.
I reached in my pocket for my keys and something pricked my finger. I fumbled around and found my keys and the card Pandora had left for me.
“Shit. This woman is fucking with me big time. No hooker’s trying to pick up a guy in my heap of shit.”
I looked over my shoulder, half-expecting to see something or somebody.
I flipped over the card: 5 pm and a phone number. Even her handwriting was hot as shit.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the first five digits, then stopped.
“No need to jump the gun. Play the game and see what happens.”
I took off down Beachfront Blvd with a Kool-Aid grin the size of the beach plastered on my face.
I finished my post shift duties and was out the door by 3:00 pm. I had a small, lingering headache from the champagne and vodka last night, so I went home and took a quick shower and nap before my scheduled call.
I woke up at 5:05, knocked the phone off the bed, then scrambled for it on the floor.
I pulled the card out of my wallet and dialed the number.
“I don’t like being made to wait.”
“Yeah, sorry. I took a nap after my shift. I just…”
The line went dead.
I dialed the number again and let it ring ten times.
I hung up and dialed again.
“Shit, man! Fuck! You fucking idiot! That woman was SMOKIN’ hot! You fucked this one up royally, J.”
I shook my head between my palms, my elbows on my knees.
“Too good to be true. You had two chicks last night while another M.I.L.F. sat by and watched. You won a prize, but you missed the lottery. Oh well.”
I grabbed my shirt and headed back to the restaurant for my night shift.
A week went by.
As I headed to my car after a late shift, my brow shot up when I saw my car. Someone had wedged a white card between the rubber and the window.
My blood started bubbling, and my heart raced.
I picked up the card.
241 Greendale Ave. 10 pm.
I looked down at my phone.
“Shit! I don’t have time to shower. I have to go straight there, smelling like restaurant.
“Fuck it. I mucked up once. Not gonna do it again.”
I jumped in my car and pulled up the address on my phone.
Google Maps said: Fifteen minutes.
“Shit. I got that, no problem.”
I ran inside and washed my hands and face again to get the smell off, then sprinted back to the car.
I pulled up to the house at 9:50.
My 2005 Toyota Tercel didn’t match the rest of the cars, and certainly didn’t look like it belonged in the neighborhood – maybe as a gardener or a maid, but not by someone who actually lived there.
Most of the houses sat on an acre plus of land and most of them covered ninety percent of that space, at least that’s the way they looked from the front.
Scone lights lit up the brick driveway. The stucco house looked like a Greek mansion. Rust-colored tiles covered the roof.
My Pink Floyd t-shirt would have to do. At least I had to wear slacks at work. Those helped me look semi-presentable to whoever was behind that door. I hoped it would be my mystery mistress, but based on our interactions so far, I could be walking into a Girls Gone Wild threesome, or if she had a sense of humor… “Fuck that. No dudes.”
I looked through the window beside the large oak door. A night light in the foyer gave a peek of the floor rug and a large house plant on the opposite wall.
I rapped on the door and looked in the opposite window.
“Maybe they’re in the back.”
The orange light from the doorbell stared at my navel.
The door chimes gave four successive dings and dongs, each a little deeper than the other.
A shadow passed through the foyer.
Anticipation scampered up my body like a squirrel up a tree after Luke the Retriever got his afternoon romp in the backyard.
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