Chapter One
Tyhedra
I heard a knock at the door and my heart began to race. It happens every time; and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I tried to calm myself before I got up to let him in. He knocked again; I looked under the pillow and I got up and walked toward the door. “Hello,” I said and step aside to let him in.
“Hello, yourself,” he said. “You look incredible.”
“Thank you.” I was wearing a white satin robe with a white silk gown under it, and nothing else. It left nothing to the imagination and he couldn’t take his eyes off of me. As I walked away from the door, I could feel his eyes on me as he followed me to the bed. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
“I will,” he said and took off his jacket. He was a well-dressed man in his mid-thirties—if I had to guess—and reasonably good-looking. I met him early this evening at the bar in the hotel we were both staying in, here in Chicago.
He was here on business. I was just passing through on my way to Atlanta. My flight left at 6:45 am the following day, and since I wasn’t in any way tired, I decided to spend the evening indulging my passion.
Once I had bathed, I put on a black Alexander McQueen lustrous silk with faux wrap front and flowing draped skirt, and Samurai Strappy Sandals with golden ring detail and back zipper. Once I touched up my makeup and put on some perfume, I got my Alexander McQueen faithful leather clutch and posted up at the bar. It wasn’t long before he sent a drink over and I invited him to join me.
I’m sure he told me his name; but honestly, on nights like this, I don’t even pay attention when they do. I don’t want to know their names. All I want from them is to give me what my body and mind need. Once I’m done with them, their names and faces are something I don’t care to remember.
“What’s your name,” he asked, and of course, I lied. Everything I told him was a lie. Sometimes I don’t know where that stuff comes from. I mean it’s not like I think of it beforehand; the lies just come out. Tonight I was Susan Barnes, and I was a buyer for a small chain of high-end boutiques. “I never heard of them before,” he said.
“I didn’t think you would,” I said, then leaned forward to give him a better view of my cleavage. “But give us two years and we’ll be in every high-end mall in the country.” I raised my glass, but his eyes were still glued to my cleavage. “There must be something down there that you find fascinating?” I finished my drink.
“I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not.” I leaned close to him. “I think you’d like to see more.”
He looked confused at first; then he smiled. “Yes, yes, I would love to see more.”
“I’m in room 319. . . . In say, thirty minutes.”
“It’s a date,” he said, and I left him sitting there. In exactly thirty minutes, he was knocking on my door.
“Can I get you something to drink? The minibar is fully stocked.”
“Dewars would be fine,” he said.
I got a bottle of Dewars and poured it in a glass. He walked slowly to the bed and I handed him his drink.
“You’re not going to join me?”
“No. I have other plans,” I said, and eased the robe off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
He took a sip of his drink. “What did you have in mind?”
I slowly peeled the straps of my gown off my shoulders. I held the gown against my breasts for a second or two before I let it fall. Then I slowly got down on my knees and unzipped his pants.
He finished his drink and sat the glass on the nightstand as I took out his dick. I clasped my fingers together, and put them around his dick and stroked him slowly. I moved my hands up and down and watched, as he got hard. Once it was hard enough, I ran circles around his head with my tongue. I took him in my mouth and felt it getting harder as I sucked. I love the sensation of a man getting hard in my mouth; it turns me on in ways I have no words for. I fondled his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other, while I sucked the head.
I looked up at him and licked my lips; I felt his dick throbbing in my hand. I squeezed the bottom of his dick, and the head swelled. I ran my tongue over my lips and I lowered my head to him. I gently kissed his head and slid my moistened lips down on him. Up and down, deeper and deeper, slowly, until I had taken almost all of him in my mouth. His balls were fat; I squeezed them lightly and then took one in my mouth. I looked into his eyes as I rolled my tongue around it and watched his eyes open wide.
I got up off the floor and knelt down on the bed next to him. I lean forward and licked his balls for a while, before taking his dick in my mouth again. He tried to reach for me and stuck two of his fingers inside me. “You are so fuckin’ wet,” he said.
I stroked him up and down with my left hand while I fondled his balls with the right, all the while sucking his dick. I love watching a man’s dick going in and out of my mouth. I ran my lips and my tongue up and down his shaft, and moaned because I loved the sensation I was feeling as he rubbed my clit.