For just a moment after opening her eyes Julie didn't know where she was. As her eyes became accustomed to the darkened room she was able to pick out the shape of the furniture, thanks to the sliver of light coming through the blackout curtain. That's when she remembered that she was in a suite at a local four-star hotel. The clock on the nightstand told her that she had been asleep for only ten minutes.
'It wasn't supposed to be this good,' was the first thing that Julie said to herself after she was fully awake.
Julie was lying on her right side with the well-muscled arm of her bed partner was across her body. His warm body was pressed against her naked back, legs, and butt. For just a moment, Julie reveled at the softness of the sheets on the king-sized bed along with the smells of perfume, cologne, and sex.
She was surprised that her bed partner was still there. The few times that she had given her pussy to a momentary boyfriend she usually woke up alone.
"It wasn't supposed to be this good," she said again.
Julie managed to gently release herself from her lover's arm without waking him up. She had no desire to leave the warm bed but she needed to pee. She also needed to distance herself from his naked body as the feeling of it against hers had caused her to get hot again.
As Julie swung her slender legs over the side of the bed she noticed that they were still clad in the garter belt and the silky black thigh-high stockings with lace tops that she had worn for the occasion. She also noted that her legs they still shaking from the intense sex she had just experienced and collapsed under her twice.
Since standing was a chore Julie elected to slide to the carpeted floor and crawl to the bathroom. As she crawled she located her purse along with the tiny black silk panties and bra that she had worn. She grabbed them and carried them with her. Julie located the bathroom door and once inside she softly close it and she managed to stand and locate the switch for lights over the sink were located and flicked on.
The reflection in the mirror was that of a very attractive seventeen-year-old female with long dark hair and a pale complexion. There was a look of total contentment on her pretty face that had not been there in a while. She took a seat on the toilet and replayed the events from last night and once again she commented to herself about last night's sex.
"That was unfucking real. I can't believe it was that good," she said to herself.
She completed her chore and then spied the complimentary soaps, shampoos, conditioner, and shower cap. She removed her stockings and garter belt before stepping into the top-of-the-line shower stall. As the jets of warm water hit her body from all sides and she lathered herself she told herself again that supposed to be that good.
"This was supposed to be nothing more than casual sex or mercy sex or pity sex and not the fuck of the century," she commented to herself.
As she toweled off she glanced at her finger and toenails sporting the shiny black polish. She remembered feeling foolish as she had applied the black polish as it was not her normal color. The color had been selected just for Den as he was really into it and Julie decided to give him a treat.
Julie smiled to herself as she removed the hairbrush and makeup from her purse and commenced to run it through her long dark hair. To think she had just about given up on sex when this happened, not that she was an expert at it. Now despite the warnings from her Mom and teachers, Julie had surrendered her cherry to a longtime boyfriend at school shortly after her sixteenth birthday.
While it was good, it wasn't as great as she had been told it was supposed to be. She soon discovered that her lover had told everyone at school about his popping her cherry. The next lovers she had were no better and her friend's only comment to her was that she was too picky.
"I've given myself better orgasms with my fingers," she admitted to her friends.
"Ya gotta take the bad with the good," she was told.
"Why can't you be more like Robin and Kelly? They seemed to be able to have sex with anyone and get off on it," she asked herself as she applied her makeup.
It was in late summer when she and her friends had seen the ad to volunteer for the Jaycee's spook house project. They had been taken there by their parents when they were little girls and had the shit scared out of them. Now here was the opportunity to scare others. Julie already had a touch of the performing bug thanks to many years of dance classes and couldn't wait to sign up.
She told Robin and Kelly and they all decided to get involved. It was during the signing up that they met Den, he was in charge of all the actors. He was tall, dark, tanned, well built, and not bad looking. But he was old, somewhere in his mid-twenties.
Besides running the action part of the project he also looked after the volunteers. He made sure those without a car found a way home or he drove them himself. Julie and her friends were amazed at the fact that for someone so old Den had a bit of a shy side when she was around him.
The girls spent their evening's cleaning, painting, and decorating the rooms amid talking about costumes and makeup. Many times Den drove Julie and her friends home afterward as Julie did not always have access to a car. The group always stopped for coffee and a snack at a local twenty-four-hour restaurant.
The girls were surprised when Den told them that he was a regular at this restaurant as it was a favorite of theirs. Mostly because it was within walking distance of their house. Now Julie became aware of his attraction to her by the end beginning of September but his shyness kept him from vocalizing it to her. Not that it would have helped.
If Julie had any faults, it was that she was a bit prejudiced when it came to age and looks for her lovers. Her tastes in males ran toward the young long and lean rock star-looking boys. She loved their slender frames, long hair, and slightly femme looks. Even though they treated her like shit and told the world about their fucking her, she couldn't leave them alone.
As nice as Den was she would never be considered him anything more than a good friend, he was simply too old for her.
When Julie missed a work call, Den drove her friends home and they stopped for coffee as usual. He was a little more talkative in her absence and the girls got him to admit that he liked Julie and how great she looked in her black jeans and t-shirt.
Robin and Kelly couldn't wait to share this newfound knowledge with her. It was also an opportunity to tease him when they were all together.
"It's a good thing you never saw Jul in the black tap dance outfit she wore for her last recital," Robin stated.
"Black tap pants, heels, and fishnets. One look and you'd be heading for the cold shower," Kelly added.
Den and Julie both blushed. Den with embarrassment and Julie with shock.
"So, you like girls in black?" she asked him once when they were alone.
"Yes. It's a passion of mine," he answered with an embarrassed look.
"I love black clothing too. It's a passion of mine," she responded.
So from that day on Julie always wore black to the spook house and made sure that Den saw her. If she was feeling particularly flirtatious she would often tease him.
"I'm wearing black panties," she would whisper in his ear.
She was rewarded by him blushing.
Now it happened after the spook house closed that Den came to her rescue. She had been on a date with one of the young men at her job and they fought. It seems he only wanted to get laid and his suggestion of a movie was a way to get her to go out with him. Seems he had heard the stories of her giving pussy to her boyfriends and wanted to get laid.
Sitting in the darkened theatre he suggested that she give him a blow job. Julie informed him that was not something she liked to do and definitely not in public. He suggested a hand job and she nixed that idea and he seemed pissed. He suggested leaving and heading to the lovers' lane area of the park so they could fuck. She shot that idea down as well and then excused herself to use the ladies' room. Once out of sight, she bolted out the front doors.
None of her friends had cars so calling them would be a waste of time and she wasn't going to call her Mom. So she naturally called Den and he responded to the laundromat where she was hiding. She didn't tell him what had happened and Den didn't ask. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek once they arrived at her house.
As a reward, Julie treated him to dinner and a movie the next night. He was less shy and talked a lot more and they discovered that they had a great deal of the same likes and dislikes. As a result, they went on several dates.
It was a week later that Billy, an older mutual friend of their's announced he was having one of his famous hotel parties to celebrate the Thanksgiving season. As he still lived at home he would rent a meeting suite at a local hotel and stock it with liquor. All his friends were invited to join him providing it was done with the highest degree of discretion. Many of the attendees were under twenty-one.
Julie called Den and asked he was attending. He said that he was and she promised to meet him there as she had access to a car that weekend. Based on the limited conversations they had she knew that Den never drove after a couple of drinks. He would rent a room and spend the night there. That's when Julie decided that this was the night she'd have sex with him.
So it was on the morning of the party that Julie painted her toe and fingernails black and dug out her silkiest black bikini panties and the matching bra. She also donned the black thigh-high stockings under her jeans that she had just purchased at the mall. He had heard him say that he thought girls that wore black silk stockings were the sexiest.
The party was even better than she imagined as she knew everyone there. Den talked and joked with everyone amid doing a few shots and tossing back a few beers. Julie, as usual, nursed a glass of wine as she watched and waited. Finally, around eleven Den took his leave and Julie caught up to him when he was halfway down the hallway.
"I don't need an escort," he told her.
"Just making sure you make it to your room," she responded.
"I'm not that drunk," he replied.
"Well the hallways are dark and I'm here to keep you safe," Julie added.
Den just laughed as he placed his arm around her shoulders. The alcohol had lowered his normal inhibitions as he would have never done this in public. Julie could not explain the rush of excitement she felt as he walked with her in this fashion. When they reached the door of his room he bid her a good night and unlocked the door.
