The rest of the flight with Marissa was somewhat calm. We didn’t want to risk anything else as the five hour ride dwindled down to two hours then to 30 minutes. Every now and then when the flight attendant was in her cabin or back in coach, we’d steal a few sweet kisses with each other. Just enough to keep me slightly aroused and wanting more of her.
As we walked to baggage claim I asked, “So where are you headed to?”
“I’m going to San Francisco to work with an agency there. I’m staying at Hotel Vitale--” she stopped when I choked on myself as I recognized the name, she laughed, “So you’ve heard of it?”
“Of course! It’s one of the most beautiful hotels in the city! I’ve been there once for a conference.”
“Well we can thank my boss for this one.” Her face lit up, “So where were you planning on going?”
“Certainly nothing as luxurious as you! I was going to head over to Buena Park and catch up with some friends, but I suppose I could give that up to spend my vacation with you,” I teased her, nudging her with my elbow.
She winked, “Such a sacrifice you’re making! I’m a lucky girl.”
I laughed at how ironic it was that she was the one saying that. “So you don’t mind if I tag along? I’d hate to get in your way if you’re here for business.”
Her eyes widened, “Get in the way? Never! How else am I going to survive all the photo shoots and dealing with the spoiled bitches we like to call models?” Her tone was sickly sweet with sarcasm.
I laughed even harder, “It’s settled then. I’ll stay with you.” My heart fluttered with excitement in my chest.
After getting our luggage, we took a taxi all the way to San Fran. We sat close together in the backseat of the dingy vehicle as the counter on the dash ticked away. She kept a hand on my thigh the whole ride, sometimes stroking and massaging closer and closer to my sex. The darkness outside helped hide our actions from the driver, but she never went any farther than my leg.
She kept whispering softly in my ear, switching from sweet little compliments to the many dirty things she wanted to do to me. You’re beautiful, dear. I can’t wait to have you in my bed to take. You’re so mesmerizing with your pretty green eyes. I’m going to stare into those while I ride you so hard, you won’t remember where you are.
I heard quiet moans and wondered what it was, then I realized that I was making that noise. This girl was killing me and she knew it. By the time we arrived at the hotel, I had left a wet spot on my seat and was left in a dazed state.
Marissa checked in and a concierge boy came and took our bags for us. We all made our way to the elevator and Marissa pressed ‘8’, the top floor. The machine swiftly brought us up and the concierge lead the way to the room marked ‘Landmark Terrace Suite’.
My breath caught in my chest as the door swung open.
It was gorgeous.
The room was exceptionally decorated and we had a beautiful view of the Bay, blanketed in ithe darkness of the night. But what made me most excited was the huge bed that stood in the bedroom. I squealed like a little girl and ran and jumped on the bed, reveling in the texture of the wonderful, soft comforter on it.
Rissa watched, amused, and turned to tip the bag boy. He bowed his head and continued on his way out of the room. She leaned against the door frame and beamed at me, “Well, it’s about midnight here, and three our time. Do you wanna hit the sack or...?” She interrupted herself with a yawn. I laughed and then yawned with her.
“You made me yawn!” I giggled.
She grinned. “I suppose that’s our answer then.”
“We both need our rest... for tomorrow.” I smiled to myself.
She nodded. “That we do.”
We both got ready for bed, nothing special. I was in my flannel shorts and a t-shirt and she was in a somewhat plain nightgown. Then, with washed faces and minty breath, we slipped under the covers of the king-size bed. Sleep quickly overcame me, but just before I went under, I felt Rissa’s hand slip into mine. And I was out.
I woke up to the sun shining through the shades, casting a warm glow around the room. Looking over, I saw that the other side of the bed was empty. I wobbled over to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and fixed myself. Once I looked halfway decent, I went to find Marissa. I couldn’t find her anywhere in the room, then I remembered that there was a balcony. I walked out onto the the terrace and saw San Francisco Bay in the light for the first time. But even the beautiful skyline wasn’t as bright as she was. Rissa was laid out on a lounge chair in a vivid, skimpy bikini. Her tan skin radiated with warmth and her breasts rose and fell tenderly with each breath she took. She looked like she was sleeping, but then she tilted her head toward me and smiled, “Hey,” she sat up, “Good morning, sleepyhead!”
I stretched my arms above my head, letting my chest jut out. “Morning. What are you up to?”
“Oh, I was just catching up on my tan.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “It doesn’t look like you need any more sun. Last time I checked, you were actually pretty tan already.”
“Just making sure I got it all covered!” She shrugged and adjusted her bandeau that cupped her pair of 34C’s well. I pulled my eyes up from her body to see her face grinning at me.
“I need to learn how to stare more discretely.” I held her gaze, a sudden tension spreading through the air.
“Or...” Her features twisted sensually with lust, “You could just take what you want.” She tilted her head and gave me a once-over, allowing me to feel her eyes trailing up my body.
I strode over to her and pushed her back onto the lounger, straddled her and ran my hands up her tight stomach to cup her face in my hands. I kissed her hard with all the frustration that had been pent up inside me since last night. Our tongues wrestled with each other and her hand reached up and stroked down my neck, resting lightly on my collarbone. I grabbed her hand and place it on my tit, forcing her to rub it until she took over on her own. I moved my hands down to her own assets, tweaking her nipples through the very thin nylon. She moaned into my mouth and started tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I let her pull it over my head, making my boobs bounce in her face. She grabbed one and sucked on it then did the same with the other, spreading her saliva everywhere. She pulled back and kissed me again while flicking each nipple. I jumped with every contact of our skin, now sticky under the California sun. I had to break away and catch my breath, but Rissa was determined, continuing her attack on my tits. I felt her hand make its way down my golden brown, toned stomach and jerked my shorts off my body. I yanked on the string that held her top together and watched it tumbled down her glistening body, now we were both in just our skimpy bottoms.
I forced her back down again, sighing in her ear, “I’m gonna get you back for what you did to me on the plane.”
Abruptly and with surprising strength and agility, Marissa flipped over and all of a sudden I was underneath her, looking up into her face, now grinning devilishly. “Oh no, sweetie. If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I don’t follow orders, I give them.” Now, I’ve never really been into any dominatrix stuff, but this seemed to be an exception. The way she talked to me turned me on beyond belief. Chills ran down my spine when she grinned again and moved in on my neck. She sucked the sensitive spot behind my ear and I lost all of the air in my body. She trailed her tongue down the vein in the side of my neck, “You’re mine, Aliya, I hope you understand that.” She breathed in my ear, “My own personal little kitten.” Then she roughly grabbed my panties and pulled them up, forcing the tiny thong to ride up my pussy, pushing hard on my clit. I squirmed, unable to move as Rissa’s elegant frame held me down. “Now,” she exclaimed, “I’m not one who likes that ‘call me Mistress’ stuff, but if you disobey me--” she locked eyes with me, “-- it will not go unpunished. Got it?”
I nodded. “Can I ask you something first?” She stayed silent, so I continued, “Will I ever get to taste you?”
She laughed. “Of course you will, hun. But not before I fuck you properly.” With that, she gave my breasts a light squeeze and went straight to my burning sex. She stripped off my thong, letting a slight breeze brush my bald pussy. She licked her lips. “You’re perfect.” She kissed my inner thighs, her breath tickling my skin.
I groaned. “Eat me! Please, Rissa!”
“Well, only because you asked nicely.” Her tongue lightly stroked the length of my lips teasingly before plunging into my depths. I shook every time she penetrated me. Soon, her fingers joined her tongue inside me, then she focused her mouth a little further up, on my stiff clit. I jerked unable to control my body with the electricity running through it. Already, my orgasm was creeping up on me. My hips began gyrating with the rhythm her fingers were making as the pistoned in and out of me.
She halted her movements. “No, no. Not yet, sweet Aliya.” She pulled her fingers from my cunt and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked on them and she smiled. “Eager to please, I see. Well, come over here and please me some more.” She stood up and slowly untied her bikini bottoms, and ran into the room as the swimsuit peeled from her body and fell to the ground before I could see anything. I got up from the chair and felt some of my juices run down my leg. I quickly ran inside and found her waiting on the plush bed.
I crawled up in front of her and paused. “Is there something specific you’d like me to do?”
“Oh no.” She bit her lip. “You just make me come in any way you see fit.” I almost let out a cry of joy, but I held it in and drew closer to her, casually brushing my lips against hers, making her crane her neck for more. Then I kissed her deeply, not able to get enough of her sweet mouth. I bit her neck all over, listening to each sigh that came with each bite. I managed to elicit a yelp when I moved down and bit her nipple instead. She gasped. “Ooh, I like a biter!” I just kept going, alternating between sucking, licking and biting each of her lovely, rock-hard rosebuds surrounded by blush-pink areolas. I felt her shudder beneath me as my hand dragged across her body. I laid completely on top of her so that our cunts were mashed together. I started rubbing my body on hers, making sure to catch her nipples with mine repeatedly. My toes curled as little bolts of shock struck through me every time my clit slid against hers. I rolled my hips, making Marissa moan loudly, “Yes! That’s it! Lick me, fuck me with your tongue. Now.”
“Of course,” I whispered timidly.
I scooted back so that my face was perfectly in line with her shaved pussy. I could smell her arousal and it made my mouth water. I immediately sucked her clit between my lips and rubbed her entrance with two fingers. She inhaled sharply. “Ohhh, shit!
That feels so good.” I took her words as fuel, and sucked even harder on her little button. I slowly slid my two fingers into her tight cunt, hooking them upwards to find Marissa’s g-spot. I found that little trigger inside her and started pummeling her as hard as I could with my finger. I kept sucking her clit, but this time, I allowed my teeth to scrape gently against it. It pushed her to the edge, “Oh god! I’m gonna come, Aliya. Fuck!” She screamed and her pussy started contracting around my fingers, but I kept going. She was no longer screaming, but writhing on the bed, her mouth open in a perfect ‘O’. She choked out, “Keep going and I’ll squirt.” And somehow I started hammering her even harder, now flicking her juicy, pink clit in every direction. Then she froze and just shook, that’s when she started squirting, her cum drenching my tits. She sat up and pulled my hand away and slapped her little cunt until she was able to steady herself.
I just smiled at her seductively and spread her juices all over my body. She pulled me to her lips, tasting herself on my tongue.
“I have never come that hard in my life.” She drew me into a tender hug and raked my back delicately. “I might have to lock you up as my personal sex slave,” she laughed to herself, “It’s too bad I’m not into bondage.”
“You don’t need toys or rope to get me wet, Rissa.”
“Ah, that reminds me...” She got up and laid me back, “I still have unfinished business.” She grinned and slipped one leg over my hip, straddling me sideways so that her pussy was on top of mine. She started rocking, fucking me with her cunt. She was riding me, just like she said she would. She tilted my head up and gave me a quick kiss, then kept her gaze on me, holding my green eyes captivated with her brown ones. It made every sensations just that
much more intense.
“Ahhh, shit!” I exhaled the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. With every thrust of her hips, Marissa’s body jolted mine, making my tits bounce rapidly. She went faster and faster and suddenly my body went numb and my orgasm washed over me, rolling through my body with such great force that all I could feel was the powerful pulsating I felt in my lower regions. “Rissa, stop please! I can’t take any more!” My lungs felt constricted.
“No,” she kept up her pace, “No, I’m almost there. Just hang in there with me.” She was humping me so hard that the bed started banging on the wall. A consistent ‘thud, thud, thud’ rapped on the plaster above my head. “Oh! I’m coming again!” Rissa sped up, unable to get enough. Still in the midst of my orgasm, hearing her screams just shoved my off the cliff. I squirted for the first time ever at the same time she started to shake with her own orgasm. Tears welled up in my eyes from pure bliss. I released her leg and pulled her quivering body next to mine.
“Thank you, Rissa.” I didn’t know any other way to say what I was feeling, so instead I resorted to, “I can’t feel my toes.”
She laughed, I could feel the vibrations shake her body, now so intimate and close to mine. “You’re welcome, beautiful.” She drew me in for one more sweet kiss before she said she had to get ready for the staff meeting she had at three. I groaned as her warmth left the bed.
The emotions I had swirling inside me couldn’t be explained adequately. All I knew was that it was going to be a long vacation. And it was only noon!
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