CHRISTINE
Grady opens the door. He’s wearing nothing but a towel.
I smile and say nothing.
“I was beginning to think you weren’t listening when I gave you my room number,” he says.
“I’m a good listener,” I say and step into his room. He closes the door behind me and I wait for him to lead the way into the room. He shows me into the living area.
“Make yourself at home,” he says as he crosses to the mini bar and removes the whiskey. He remembers my drink. He mixes our drinks and when he turns, he stops dead. I’ve pulled my blouse out of my skirt and unbuttoned it. It’s hanging open revealing my bra underneath and my ample tits that bulge over the cups.
“Well, well, we’re not wasting any time are we?” Grady smiles as he crosses the room to me. He places our drinks on the coffee table and comes to stand before me.
He reaches out and places his hands on my hips. He kisses me.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers as he kisses my cheeks and my neck. I do not reciprocate and when he lifts his hand from my hip and squeezes my breast through my bra I slap him.
He places his hand where I’ve just hit him to ease the pain.
As he looks at me in stunned silence I smile and step closer to him. In one fluid movement I remove his towel and his cock jumps forward.
“What is this?” I ask looking at his enormous shaft. I reach out and tickle his balls with my long fingernails. He rises to his tip toes as he sucks in air in ecstasy. Tickling his balls has always paralyzed him. I see nothing’s changed. I run my fingernails up his shaft and he moans as he stands still and erect.
“Your weaknesses haven’t changed I see,” I smile as I bring my face close to his. “You want me don’t you?”
He nods and moans his confirmation.
“Just a quick fuck and then you go on your way?”
“What do you want?” he manages to murmur.
“I,” I say as I look down at the head of his shaft. Precum is already glistening on it, “want you, to do exactly as I say.”
He looks into my eyes not understanding.
“Undo my skirt slowly and push it down,” I order him.
He reaches behind me and finds my skirt. He unzips it and pushes it down over my hips where gravity takes over and it drops to the floor.
He looks down at me. I’m wearing thigh high stockings and a crotchless thong.
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