Scenes From An Erotic Rendezvous Ch 02

Part Two resumes immediately after Part 1 ends; they're still in bed together, and Mike is still in pursuit of a three-some.....

I'm speechless, even though, yes, we have discussed that scenario a time or two. I've been ambivalent about it, definitely noncommittal as to whether or not I'd be ok with your suggestion.

As though you've read my mind, (which seems to happen far too often) you raise yourself up on an elbow and rest your head in hand with that smug look and wide smile, and I recognize the hotel clerk's look on your face...the speculative smirk.

"I know you so well.." the smirk gets deeper, "you're wondering how that works, and who I have in mind and when and how and all the details."

"Well...yeah! I'm a bit....surprised that you've decided to drag that out again. Since I was not exactly 100% on board last time." I'm pouting, I know I am, but I thought we were done with that discussion.

"Now Lizzie.." your placating tone comes out and quickly you realize that it's the wrong thing to say and switch gears quickly. "You've written about threesomes and group sex, haven't you?"

Pausing, to make me answer.

"Yes, I have, but writing and doing are so far apart as to be the Earth and Sun!" I protest, well aware that we've discussed many kinky things over the past months, one of which WAS inviting someone else into the bed. Your idea, which I thought I'd shut down. Apparently not so much.

"We've watched porn together, with two guys and a girl and you got pretty heated up, I seem to remember." A more reasonable argument from you, your hazel eyes supplicating.

"And imagining it is WAY different than experiencing it!"

"How different would it be than having a real cock in your mouth or cunt instead of your plastic one?" Your tone is logical, but reasoning with me isn't going to change my mind. At least not right now.

"Because a real cock isn't plastic and is attached to a MAYBE, thinking and reasoning human being, who is going to want to cum at some point, and you know how I feel about that. In my mouth." I add, just in case you've forgotten THAT conversation too.

"So he cums in your cunt." It's obvious at this point that you're having fun here and I'm getting more exasperated by the minute.

"You're telling me he cums in me and then, what, you do too?"

"Sure, why not? That's REALLY kinky, I like it." The grin on your face is about to split you in two. "Me first though. You know that old saying...."

Backing down a bit, with more placating, you add, "Well, you could jack him off instead, but I don't believe the guy I'm thinking about would like that. He'd want to fill you up too."

Then casually, almost as an afterthought, "There's always your ass too. It's a fine one!" Slapping me gently.

"SERIOUSLY!" I'm getting wound up now, imagining that YOU'RE imagining all sorts of exotic activities for us to do, when I've just become comfortable with 'us' in general.

"I'm going to take a shower, you can wait right there until I'm done." Occasionally we take a shower together, today I feel like I need to be alone with my consternation.

When I'm finished, I stalk back into the bedroom to see you lazily stroking your once again hard cock.

"Come here." You beckon me with a finger, expectation written all over your face. Lounging in the bed, already satisfied from before, but always wanting more.

"No, I'm leaving. Maybe the clerk downstairs will take care of you -- or your buddy...I mean, we should share the wealth, right? What if the guy you're thinking about is a switch-hitter and likes dicks too?" I'm fuming, throwing darts at a moving target.

"He might. I never thought about that. I'll have to ask him." You frown thoughtfully. "That would make it EVEN MORE KINKY girl! How can you say no to that?"

"Easily." I turn and walk out the door...trying futilely to slam it behind me. Have you ever tried to slam a hotel door? They're on a timer or something...

Over the next few days, you send me erotic videos of threesomes, mostly two men and a woman, with the woman the only one being pounded in multiple places, but interspersed, you include two women and a man, with cum going everywhere.

"Is this supposed to be turning me on?" I finally sent a message after a full week of this.

"Tell me it isn't." Is your rapid response.

"Maybe a little bit." I answer, honest to a fault. I can't lie to save my life. "But not the two women things...you know how I feel about vaginas, I don't even like my own."

"Ready to talk about it, without any tantrums?" You tease, but it's the wrong approach, yet again, and I respond with, "Not today!"

After a week and a half without sex, I'm climbing the walls, but I don't want to give in to you and contact you for a get-together. Unfortunately, the poor hotel clerk won't know what to do with herself if we don't show up for our usual every two-week fuck session.

The day before our normally scheduled Wednesday, I send a message, "Are we on? Do you promise not to bring that up?"

"Yes, and of course not!" You reply with a hysterically laughing emoji at the end of your comment.

"Fuck." I'm so horny I'd probably do the damn clerk to get off at this point, so I answer with a spiteful, "Fine!"

Less than 24 hours later I'm standing at the reception desk of our hotel, looking the clerk in the eye, daring her to smirk at me, and she must have read my expression correctly because she hands over the keycard with a frown.

"Breakfast starts at 7." She mutters, her eyebrows nearly touching from the scowl on her face, making sure to get the last word in. We've never stayed overnight and while I tend to sneak out a side door, you like to parade back through the lobby, like the stud you are. She might have lousy taste in hair color, but she's no idiot. Two and two always make four in her world.

Soon I'm back upstairs in our room, only this time I don't take out my vibe, I don't put on the negligee and I'm sitting square in the center of the bed, fully dressed when you come in and see me.

"Well, well. It seems a mutiny is underway and the only way to quell that is..." rapidly you undress and dive onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and tickling me.

I am ridiculously ticklish and giggle for a moment and say, "stop!" so you switch to kissing me, pushing my t-shirt up to expose my stomach and breasts, kissing and licking everywhere.

"What sort of nonsense is this?" I squirm beneath you, enjoying the silliness of our interaction. "Whoever told you that you were a good kisser lied!"

"That's not kissing!" You lift your head and slide up my body to kiss my mouth, devouring my lips with more sloppy kisses. "THIS is kissing."

Slobbering on me like a teen-aged kid (and I know exactly how that feels) you continue until I shout "UNCLE" at the top of my lungs.

"Good girl." You acknowledge my submission and start to kiss your way down my body, only this time it's with real kisses, soft kisses across my skin down to where you unbutton my jeans and pull them off.

Shocked, you realize that I'VE gone commando today and say with a happy smile, "I like THIS you" before you spread my legs and drop kisses with the occasional lick on my slit.

I'm writhing yet again, lifting my hips against your mouth, wanting more, wanting your tongue inside of me, your teeth on my clit, arousing me, making me cum for you.

"Do you want something?" Lifting your head to look at me, and I must open my eyes to meet yours.

"Yes, you know what I want." I'm panting with need, staring down at your handsome face.

"Tell me." Pulling back, making me say what I want out loud.

Rebellious for less than a moment, I sigh and say, as I run my fingers through your soft silvery hair, "I want your tongue, I want your mouth, on me, in me. And then I want your cock in me."

"Let's not get ahead of things." You caution, aware that I skipped right over any foreplay for YOU.

"Oh, do you want something?" I tease right back, knowing that you'll likely launch back into tickling or some sort of torment.

"I want this," Surprising both of us I think, you raise your body over mine, poised between my legs, "Put me in you."

We both look forward to and relish the moment your cock slips into my pussy, the momentary tightness until my warm body welcomes the length of you inside.

Without hesitation, my right hand reaches down and presses your cock against my slit, letting you decide when you'll push forward and join us together. My eyes are on yours, watching your face, your expression and I know you do the same with me.

It's fascinating to me, the different, yet same expressions that cross your face every time. Your eyes close when you thrust, your chin comes up and that look of pure bliss across your face is definitely echoed on mine.

Sometimes you hold my hands above my head (I love that) and sometimes my hands are on your powerful arms, feeling the muscles there flex, and only recently, as I've become more confident with you, my hands cup your face, fingers raking your hair, clutching strands as we start to fuck.

Today, it feels as though you are on a mission; of what I don't know, but you act as though you've been deprived of sex for a very long time. Your cock drives deep, making me gasp, harder and more forceful than usual, filling me.

Using me.

I welcome this, it's different, more impersonal almost as though you are a stranger, or that we're fucking for the first time.

Automatically, my hands go above my head, grasping for something to hold and you move yours so that your fingers encircle my wrists, restraining me, the entire weight of your body on mine, keeping me in place.

I'm cumming, gasping and trying to keep up with the overwhelming and unending flow of orgasms from this different approach today.

Just when I think I can't take another minute, you lean in and whisper in my ear, "Now imagine another man's cock in your mouth right now. You're making him wet, wet enough to fuck you as soon as I'm done."

My eyes open wide, echoed by my mouth as I feel and imagine the weight of another person next to us, his cock against my lips while you continue thrusting into me, the way he tastes as he fucks my mouth, waiting to use me as soon as you finish.

"OH my god, fuck, FUCK!" I'm screaming, legs tight around your back as we rock together on the bed. "Yes, fine, okay, I'll do it." Incoherent, disjointed words tumble from my mouth as we cum together, my imagination running at warp speed.

Spent, you collapse next to me, and I stretch my tight muscles, mini orgasms still making my body shake and throb.

With a long-suffering sigh, I kneel on the bed and swing my left leg over your torso, straddling your middle. Leaning my face into yours, just inches from your mouth I say, "So tell me what this plan involves; I want the whole who, what, where, when and how. And I want to meet this guy first, lunch, dinner, something where I can decide if he meets muster."

I pause, while you stare at me, a bit befuddled, with your orgasm still ringing in your ears, and add, "Oh, and we are NOT all checking in HERE, at this hotel. I can just imagine the look I'll get from Ms. Green Hair with TWO of you!"