Taylor and I arrive at the restaurant a good half hour before the time that you and I had agreed to do so. I am quite nervous, but more excited than anything else. Introducing my best friend to my secret lover can do that to a girl!
“Ok, T, you got this right?” I ask her. It is about five minutes before you are going to walk in, and I know that because you are never late.
“Babe, calm down! Of course, I got this. We’ve been over it; you know that I love you and everything’s gonna be perfect. I’m really excited to meet him!”
Four minutes, three, and I look to the front entrance and watch you walk in. “Here we go,” I say as I raise my hand to wave you over.
“Sir Robert”, I say as you lean over to kiss me briefly, “This is T, otherwise known as Taylor, whom I have been telling you about.”
I look to T and say, “T, this is Robert. Robert, T,” and watch as you shake hands right before she stands up and hugs you.
“It is so nice to finally meet you!” she says, with her arms wrapped around you and looking directly at me.
“A pleasure to meet you, Taylor. I have heard a great deal about you, and I am pleased that this meeting was set up so that we could be introduced.” You sit down beside me on the bench and T sits across the table, placing her chin in her hand, doing her very best ‘I am innocent, happy, but still making sure you know that I am watching every move you make, just in case’, face. And she is very good at it.
Drinks and food are ordered and consumed, and over the course of the next hour and a half we talk, laugh, flirt, and just enjoy the evening.
Just after the bill has been paid, T stands. “I should get going. Come out for a smoke with me first, babe?” she asks, looking at me. “Sure,” I say.
I turn to look at you and say, “Five minutes?”
You shake your head in agreement and say, as T and I head toward the front door, “It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Taylor. I very much look forward to seeing you again soon!”
“Same here, “Sir Robert,” she says, with a big smile and a wave.
“Right back” I mouth to you as I walk with her out the door.
“So?” is all I say when we are outside, cigarettes lit.
“So? What?” she counters and giggles a bit.
“SO! What do you think?” I inquire.
She cocks her head slightly, takes a drag of her cigarette, and says, “I think he’s nice. Cute too! And he is good to you, so…”
I wait until she blows smoke out. “Have fun and I’ll see you at the hotel, yes?”
The butterflies kick in hard at that point. She likes him, he seems to like her. This is important and makes me happy. “Yep”, I say. “We’ll probably head over in ten minutes or so. You good to walk over on your own?” I ask.
But before she can answer I say, “I’ll stand here and watch until I see you go through the front doors, K?”
She wraps her arms around me, giving me a heartfelt hug, pulls back and says, “Yes, dear!” and walks away. I watch her go across the street to the hotel, step through the doors, and she’s gone. Safe and sound.
I go back into the restaurant and see that you are ready to leave and head to our room.
“So?” I ask, sitting down close beside you. I push my thigh against yours and run my hand over your leg under the table.
“She’s lovely. She clearly loves you, and you love her. It’s really nice to see”, you say, standing, ready to go across the street. “She made it safe to the hotel?” you ask, knowing she was staying in the same place as us.
“Oh, yes. I made sure she walked through the doors” and I stand, grab my purse, and start to move to the exit. You wrap an arm around my waist, escorting me.
You lean in, very close to my ear, flick your tongue over it, causing me to break out in gooseflesh everywhere, and whisper, “Mmmm…I can’t wait to get you over there and into our room,” I shiver, smile, and feel the butterflies kick hard in my stomach.
When we walk into the hotel lobby, you bring out your room card to activate the elevator and I hit the Up button. The doors open, we step inside an empty car, and you swipe your card. I press 12 then step back into your open arms, pressing my back against your front. You kiss my neck, drag your mouth up to my ear, and slowly run your hands down the curve of my breasts stopping at my hip just as the door opens.
We walk to our room, and I ask you for the card to open the door. You hand it to me. You see me reach into my purse and take out a blindfold. I tell you to turn around and I cover your eyes. I take your hand, and say, “You are going to feel, taste and hear what I am going to do to you, but you will not see it coming.”
I open the door and we walk through it, me leading you by the hand from the outer part into the bedroom. “The bed is directly behind you,” I tell you as I release your hand. “Undress yourself slowly. I want to watch you,” I say, and I take a silent step back.
You start to undress, dropping clothes on the floor. When you are down to just your boxers and you reach to slide them down, over your visibly hard cock and then your legs, I tell you to stop. “Not yet, sweetness. Lie down on the bed. It is directly behind you. Your cock will come out when I say it can but not before.” You sit down and then lie back on the bed, your legs over the side, feet on the floor.
“Tell me something you want me to do to you, that no one else has done. You know I love to hear you talk! Tell me, in deep, explicit, dirty detail what you want,” I say. “And do not touch yourself. If you do, there will be nothing more.”
I sit in a chair, watching from across the room and you start talking. Telling me in detail, every dirty thing you want done to you; confessing your deepest, darkest wants and fantasies.
As you confess, you can hear my breath coming harder and faster. And then you hear the familiar sound of something sliding in and out of a wet, tight pussy.
“You can hear me, can’t you? My wet little hole being penetrated?” I ask. “Do you know what I’m being fucked with? It might be my…oh…fingers. It might be my toy, it might be…fuck, yes! Ohhhhh…” I let out a deep, guttural moan.
“Do you want to have your cock sucked? Are you hard enough?” I ask.
“Yes, I want you to suck my dick! I am so hard and begging for your lips around it”
“Hmm. You want me to take it out from those boxers, run my hand over it, bring it to my mouth, and devour it? Suck you, tongue flick you, mouth-fuck you?”
Your hips twitch upwards, and I can see how you are straining against the material of your boxers.
“Yes! I want your warm, wet mouth. Please!”, you reply.
Your boxers are roughly pulled down over your legs and your cock is fully exposed, standing at attention. Your knees are pushed apart, and you feel your balls being licked. Your hard shaft is taken into a hand, and it begins sliding up and down, jerking you while your balls are sucked, one at a time. A small, wet finger slips down, circling your ass.
