She pulled away again. "Stay there," she commanded, and she meant it. She backed up slowly, and put her thumbs under the straps of her thong. His eyes got a little wider as she slowly pulled down her underwear, exposing her sex. She had done a little landscaping today, trimming herself into a nice landing strip, which Mr. Hayes’ eyes were now fixated on. When the underwear was off, she did a little turn for him, giving him a good look at her naked backside.
"Wow," he whispered, finally getting a look at her ass, which had filled out nicely over the past few years. She turned back towards him, letting her hair fall down her back, and beckoned him with a "come hither" finger.
"Bring the champagne," she said as she walked away. She jumped up on the bar, her bare ass on the counter. Another thing I’ll have to clean, she thought, as she crossed her legs. When he got to the bar, he put down the champagne bottle and came in for another kiss.
She kissed him for a few moments before pushing him away. She grabbed the champagne bottle, taking another drink. Her legs opened up, and his eyes again fixated on her sweet sex. She thought about what he would feel like inside her, and she wanted it so bad, but she had to stick with her plan.
"Put your hands behind your back again, and try to please me with your tongue," she said. He smiled once more, and moved to between her legs. She put her legs over his shoulders as he began to taste her. He kissed his way up one foot, building the anticipation as he went. Every kiss was like a jolt of electricity down her spine. He's really good at this, she thought. When he got to her mound, he began to move down the other leg.
Oh no, you don't, she thought, and she grabbed his head, putting it right where she wanted it. He moaned, and began to lick her opening. Her legs clenched a little, holding his head in place. She grabbed the bottle of champagne, and poured it near her belly button, letting it flow down to her pulsating clit. He eagerly licked it up, running his tongue up and down her labia. She leaned back, enjoying the sensation of his tongue. He wrapped his muscular arms around her legs. She felt the heat within her rising, and she began to moan. She let go of his head, and he continued to tease at her clit. She tensed, and relaxed, and tensed, and finally she released all her tension. When she came, she clenched his head tightly between her legs, and still he managed to soldier on. It was a short, intense orgasm, and it left her gasping for air.
When she finally relaxed, he, too, was gasping for air. He pulled away a little, and grinned up at her. She smiled at him gently, then put her hands on the back of his head again. "You’re not done yet, Mr. Hayes," she said, as she jerked him back between her legs. He eagerly went back to work, this time rougher.
She released his head, and he moved his hand to her clit, flicking it back and forth. She figured he’d earned a little break, and she leaned back and enjoyed it. She began to whimper, as again she felt herself about to orgasm. The release this time was a slow burn, as she squeaked and tensed again, feeling his fingers furiously rubbing her clit. She didn’t know how long she just leaned back, enjoying the feeling.
When she recovered, she pushed him away and stood up next to him. "I think you deserve a little reward," she said, feeling his huge member straining against the fabric of his dress pants. He smiled, and began to grind against her. He kissed her, and she tasted her own sweet fluids in his mouth, and it turned her on that much more. Once again, she had to calm her raging libido to keep from surrendering to his advances.
"Get up on the bar," she demanded. He did as he was told, hopping up in the puddle of champagne. She instantly went for his zipper, pulling it down and pulling his cock out. Again, she was surprised at how big it was. He groaned with pleasure as she began to stroke his cock, looking up at his eyes. Suddenly, she grabbed the bottle of champagne.
"You know, I’m feeling a little thirsty," she said, as she poured a little of it on his dick. He gasped, same as she had gasped, at the sensation of the still cold liquid. She immediately took his cock in her mouth, sucking all the champagne off, while he smiled and moaned softly. She moved up and down, savoring the feeling of this massive cock in her mouth. He moved his hands to the back of her head, trying to push her down, and she threw his hands off. She stood up.
"Oh, no, Mr. Hayes. Put your hands back behind your back," she ordered. He did as he was told. "Hmm… Since you can’t be trusted not to fuck my face, what else can you fuck?"
"I’ve got an idea," he said, a grin on his face.
"I’m sure you do, but I’m sure that you shouldn’t be rewarded for this," she said. She seemed to think for a moment, then commanded, "Lean back."
He leaned back, holding himself steady with those muscular abs as he braced himself with his elbows. She moved in, putting his rod, now wet with her saliva, between her tits. She moved her arms together again, making a pleasing tunnel for him. She moved them up and down, stroking his cock, making a fantastic image for him. When his cock began to get dry, she poured the rest of the champagne on her tits, making them slick with alcohol and sweat. His hands gripped the edge of the bar, and his face began to contort a little.
She moved faster, trying to get his release. In a few more moments, the friction from her tits made him dry again. She moved her boobs out of the way, and gave the top of his cock a sloppy kiss. He moaned again,
saying "Don’t stop…" She did stop, but her saliva made a great lube as she began to jerk him off. He bit his lip and held on tight, and within a few moments, ropes of semen shot out of his cock.
It turned her on so much to know that she was causing his orgasm, that the mess now pooling around the base of his cock was her doing. She jerked him off until he stopped gasping, until he collapsed backward from the intensity of it all. As she slowed, he didn't even look at her. He just gasped for air as he recovered.
She went to the sink and washed her hands, then grabbed three washcloths. With the first, she gently cleaned up his cock and pants the best she could while he looked on, a gentle smile on his face. When she was done, she threw the second washcloth on his chest.
"No time to rest, Mr. Hayes, we’ve got to clean up our mess." He laughed a little, but watched as she moved over to the table they had started on and bent over, cleaning the champagne up with her ass sticking in the air. He moved to clean the bar…
Chapter 7
When all evidence of their encounter was gone, and they were both fully dressed, Mr. Hayes moved in for another kiss. Tracy let it come, and didn’t pull away. They made out for a minute or so, before Mr. Hayes asked, "So when can we do this again?"
Tracy smiled. She’d been waiting for this moment. "You’re so close, Mr. Hayes. So close to actually pleasing me." She pulled out a stack of envelopes, held together by a rubber band. She moved close to him.
"I’m going to tell you how this is going to go, and it's up to you to decide if you want to keep going or not, if you really want to please me. First, you’re going to pay off all these credit card bills. It’s a drop in the bucket for you, but it’s the very last step you need to take before I’m ready to take this to the next level."
"Consider it done," he said without hesitation, moving in for another kiss. She stopped him.
"When that’s complete, and not a moment before, you’re going to take me on a date. Not quite the same kind of date you took each of the sluts you usually get with. No, I want something classy. There’s a restaurant I want to try downtown called The Pier. It’s a seafood restaurant where they fly the fish in daily. They say you need to make reservations about three months in advance, so you might want to call them tomorrow."
He smiled. "Honey, if we get in the car, I’ll have the restaurant opened back up and fully staffed before we get there."
She giggled. "As impressed as I know I’m supposed to be, I guess I’ll say that the earliest that I want this is tomorrow afternoon."
He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
She continued and moved in, kissing him again. She whispered in his ear. "After all that, and assuming you don’t mess anything up, then I’ll be pleased. And if I’m pleased..." She trailed off, and put her lips to his ear. "Then I’ll be sure to please you."