"Summer Night Seduction" Chapter 3 by Jacobb442011@gmail.com (feedback welcome) Dedication - for Johnny
With trembling hands, I poured myself another glass of wine.
I had watched lesbian porn and drank wine with a stranger, then was naked, restrained, teased, stroked. Beautiful women made love on screen while my body bucked in orgasm from a man. First I fought, then I delighted.
If someone had told me that I would be caught and driven into ecstasy by a man, I would have laughed.
Still less would I have believed that I would then become the woman, pleasing my man. Girly, flirty, sexy. Warm with wine and intoxicated with newly discovered sensuality, I threw all of me at him, taking him in hand, driving him wild.
It seemed unreal, far away, like a puzzle that did not add up.
My head was fuzzy, but the wine tasted good in the fresh outside air. Images teasing my brain felt more real than the woman taking drink and food orders, more real than the other hotel guests, than the sun descending in the sky.
Where was Clint? I had not seen him since I tip-toed out of his room. I brushed teeth and showered, trying to wash away the strange taste of a man from my lips and mouth, trying to cleanse my body from the night before. No, wait, that's not quite right. Part of me wanted to pretend that it had never happened, and that part wanted his smell and his cum gone from every part of me. However, another part said no, wait, it was amazing. I was the woman, taken by a strong man! Still another part of me said, no, the best part was me using my naked body and swishing ass and kissy lips to regain control, to take charge.
Jesus.
I took a bite of burger. Where was Clint, anyway? I had not seen him, not even from a distance. The idea scared me. What would I say? What would I do? What would he do? I feared his cock would call to me, overrule me, that I would not be able to escape, to say no. I also felt excitement, remembering how he stroked my cock, how I stroked his.
Ugh, I said to no one, and took a drink of wine, swishing it over the fries. My eyes wandered to the waitress. Her breasts were round, her cleavage warm and inviting, like her smile. I wanted to suck her tits, one, then the other, while she caressed my head. She turned and disappeared around a corner. Her ass isn't bad, either, I mumbled to my wine glass.
She reappeared after awhile, and seemed to be heading my way. I looked away and blushed, because I was staring at her titties. I thought she would turn or do something else, but she kept walking right toward me. I glanced back at her sheepishly, and she smiled kindly, as though to say, if you were a bit younger, perhaps a bit richer, I might let you enjoy those titties. I smiled weakly, drawing strength from the wine.
Scott? she asked.
Er, yes, I replied, though she was already pressing a gift bag into my hands.
This is for you, she said, from someone named Clint.
I gulped so loud I thought it would knock her back, but she held her ground.
He said to read the note inside, that you would know what to do, she continued, and with a wink, she was gone.
I gulped again, finished the wine, put down cash, and headed for my room. Once inside, I closed the door and drew the shade.
Inside the bag was a card and a box. I opened the card. It was pink, with a bright flower arrangement adorning the outside. On the inside was written -
You.
Sexy.
Tonight.
11pm.
Jesus, I mumbled, fingers shaking a little as I opened the box.
What's this, I asked quietly, lifting out clothes and holding them up. Oh God, I said to myself. In my hands were a lacey black bra, panties, and stockings.
Oh God, I said again, but no one replied.
After a moment of dazed reflection, I showered. Warm water cascaded down my back, and I soaped up thoroughly. So, he wants sexy, does he? I lathered myself with shaving cream. Raising the razor, I took a deep breath, and thought, here goes. The razor scratched into thick hair.
I'd never shaved anywhere except my face; when I stepped out of the shower, I was silky smooth - arm pits to balls to legs. I admired myself, not quite believing what I saw, though I liked the feel and look.
Dressing up was next. I paused as I fumbled with the bra, embarrassed that my once muscular pecs filled the cups a bit more than I liked. Next, I pulled on the hose. Clint had done well with the sizes. Lastly, I climbed into the panties.
Ooh, I cooed into the mirror, cock and balls pressed into lace.
Bending slightly at the waist, I pushed out my round ass, puckered my lips, and squeezed my bra-clad breasts.
Clint, I told my reflection, I am coming for you, Baby.
End Chapter 3 "Summer Night Seduction"
by Jacobb442011@gmail.com
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Oh Johnny!