[A D/s beginning poly relationship. There is sex in here. MF, FMF, FF, oral and exhibitionism for starters. Coitus too. No one was hurt in the writing or creation of this story. The hotel bill was paid. Your comments are welcome and you have our permission to play the game found in this story. If you play, please send me an email and tell me how it was for you. ]
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"Good morning. Please sit down." He spoke softly. She looked him over and realized she hadn't really known what to expect, physically. The man standing in front of her, holding the door open for her was just who she expected him to be, without ever seeing him before.
Their relationship had gone from code names and distance to an experimental next step. She wanted to test a full-time sub life. It was logistically impossible. She lived a distance from the man she trusted enough to be his sub. She lived in the same house with her mostly-grown son who knew nothing of the life she longed to live.
Pete pointed at the chair in the hotel room and judi walked to it. The chair was a straight backed chair typical of many hotel rooms except this one had a folded hand towel covering the seat. judi turned so that she could sit and lifted her skirt. She already knew she was not to sit on her skirt. She spread her thighs as she sat, showing Pete her shaved pussy.
She knew she showed her intimate parts to him and she wanted to look at his face to see if she had pleased him. She didn't look, a little apprehensive that that might be too forward, too assertive.
Pete closed and locked the door. He sat on the other chair in the room.
"judi, tell me why you are here, please." He asked with all the gentleness of a man asking why someone attended a gallery opening, a new restaurant or a play. She heard a command, a demand for obedience, in the unsaid.
"I am here to please you. Whatever you want of me I want to give."
"What is here for you in that giving?"
"I become the person I most desire to be. I become your beloved."
"I will push you to be as you have never been. Will that be who you want to be?"
"If it pleases you, yes."
"Did you dress just as I requested?"
"Yes, Pete."
"How did you feel traveling here dressed that way?"
"For part of the trip I worried that everyone could see my nipples. Then I realized that you wanted people to see my nipples. You want people to see my arousal and be excited by seeing me."
"How did I assure that people would see your nipples?"
"You requested that I cut the cups of my white bra so that my nipples and areola were exposed and that I wear a thin white blouse. Further, you asked me to rouge my nipples and areola so they were more visible."
"Were you embarrassed?"
"I am a fifty year old woman. In the world of fifty year old women I know, women do not dress that provocatively. I felt like a slut, a bad woman."
"How do you feel, right now, knowing I am looking at your tits and seeing your hard nipples?"
"I am soaking wet! I am hot, wanting more, praying there is more."
"There is. I want you to take off the blouse. Hang it in the closet."
judi stood and took off the thin silk blouse. She thought about how extra exposed she felt. She believed she could actually feel his eyes on her bra and exposed skin. She felt a little of her own nectar escape her folds and dampen her thighs. She worried that the imperfections he saw would ruin the moment, end this beginning before he had even touched her once.
"Let's go into the bathroom."
He ran warm water and wet a wash cloth. He twisted it, getting most of the water out, then handed the cloth to her.
"I want to suck your nipples, but not with rouge on them. Get all the rouge off. If it would help, take off your bra. Clean the right one first."
Her hands held her bra covered breast and wiped rouge off the nipple and areola. At first she wiped quickly then thought about what she was doing and why. She released her bra and scrubbed the rouge off. When the right breast was clean she looked at Pete for approval.
"Is it clean?" He asked.
"I think it is. Yes, Pete."
"Put it in my mouth."
He was sitting on the toilet and she stood in front of him and aimed her breast into his mouth. He sat passively until her breast touched his lips. In that instant he sucked it in, his tongue exploring every millimeter of her areola and nipple. His tongue tip touching each Montgomery gland. judi felt her knees weaken, her juices flow and her hands wanting to hold his head to her breast.
He released the breast. "Do the other one, please. You did well with the first. I tasted no rouge."
She scrubbed the other breast mere inches from his face. The roughness of the cloth, the heat of his breath, the intensity of his gaze inflamed her thoughts and her desire. She knew he wanted to suck on her. She knew it would bring her pleasure and bring him pleasure. When she pulled the moist cloth away he opened his mouth. He didn't lean towards her. He waited for her to put her breast in his mouth.
The response was changed. He sucked, but barely. His tongue explored but with the utmost tenderness and care. Long minutes passed as he enjoyed her breast. His kisses and tongue explored all the breast.
Pete noticed that judi's head tilted back, her eyes closed, her breathing became shallow and quickened. She had surrendered to her feelings. He smiled internally. He released her breast.
"Please put your bra and blouse back on."
He stood and went back in the bedroom. He sat again in the same chair. She followed him and stood by the other chair.
"Soon we will go out for lunch. I want you to behave in a certain way while we are out in public. As much as possible maintain contact with me. Hold my arm, hold my hand, put your arm around me. If I hold you it is a statement to the world that I possess you. When you hold me it says that you give yourself to me. If I possess you it could be without your consent. If you give yourself to me it is a gift. You will only speak when directly addressed, and when I give you permission. If I make a suggestion, take it. When we sit in the restaurant sit on the napkin, not your skirt. Any questions?"
"No, Sir."
Even though the rouge was gone her nipples were still quite obvious through her blouse. It was also obvious that the holes in her bra were there so she would be seen.
When they entered the elevator there were two couples already inside. They were not touching and were dressed as though someone from J. Crew had picked their clothes. The conversation in the elevator stopped when Pete and Judi entered. Judi stood close to Pete and held his arm above the elbow.
"Hungry?" Pete asked.
"Yes, Honey."
One couple were both looking at judi's breasts. The female of that couple had on a white polo shirt and a bra designed to give the impression that she didn't have nipples. It was beyond modest. It denied that she was a woman.
The elevator doors opened and Pete walked out with judi still on his arm.
As they entered the restaurant judi noticed the hostess eyeing her chest. They were taken to a secluded booth. judi sat when Pete indicated. The hostess said their waitress would be there soon. Pete handed judi her napkin. She blushed and arranged it under her, hiking her skirt out of the way. She was not exposed to view but fully aware that she was open for Pete. He sat next to her.
They looked at the menus until the waitress arrived. Pete ordered two iced teas and asked judi which salad she was having. With no hesitation she ordered the Caesar with grilled chicken. Pete ordered an appetizer for himself. The waitress kept looking at judi's chest. After they had ordered she stuck around a few extra seconds looking at judi.
"You did well. They look and they see how you behave. I am proud to have you with me."
"Other women are not showing as much of themselves as I am."
"They were taught that they should be ashamed of their bodies, and to use teasing as a way of getting a man. The contradiction makes most women crazy. Haven't you seen women dressed provocatively at a dance who then act offended when they catch a man looking? The woman in the elevator couldn't stop looking at your tits. Hers are so covered there is no way anyone will ever see a hint that she has nipples."
"I've never been so exposed. I was taught that it wasn't right."
"Probably taught by a church or by people who were taught by a church."
