Chelsea hummed to herself softly as she finished typing her email, logged off of her computer, and straightened up her desk. Although she probably didn't realize, a slight smile played on her lips, and she locked up the office and walked out with a spring in her step. She couldn't wait to have a weekend out of town...with him. This was more than a vacation for her...it was an escape.
Ever since she took this job, she had been working endless 80 hour weeks, but it wasn't such a chore for Chelsea. She had wanted this job for two years and had catapulted up the ranks, the first 29 year old supervisor in the company. It felt great, but unfortunately her & Todd's sex life had suffered as a result. She had noticed his distant demeanor at times, and there were the occasional squabbles, but she had explained to him that things would ease up once she finished the reorganization she spearheaded.
Today she had been snowed under with employee issues, and the arrival of a beautiful gardenia bouquet made her forget all of that. The card read, "3116 Commerce Drive, Room #926. 8:00. Love you, Todd." The rest of the day had flown by, and now she was on her way home. She parked in the driveway, went inside, and found in the bedroom an overnight bag already packed, along with her toiletries. Next to the bag, a note. "Meet you there...I have a surprise for you."
"Hmm..." she thought. "Just wait until he sees what I have for him!"
She turned and walked into the closet, reaching far into the back and pulling out a black garment bag. She unzipped it, threw it on the bed, and began to undress. Off came the uncomfortable shoes, the pants, the button down blouse, and her panties and bra. After a shower, Chelsea laid out the outfit she had been hiding for two months and smiled. She pulled on a lacy black and pink garter belt and rolled black thigh highs up her muscular legs, hooking them to the straps along the front and back of the belt. Last, she put on the matching black and pink corset, cinching her waist and causing her breasts to almost spill over the top. After putting on her sexiest black shoes, she stood in front of the mirror to assess the outfit. The reflection caused her to inhale sharply. The image of herself in this lingerie, her pussy visable due to the absence of panties, her long brown hair spilling down over her shoulders...she knew he was in for a surprise of his own. She giggled in delight, put on sexy pink lipstick and touched up her makeup, spritzed his favorite perfume in all the right locations, and grabbed the bag to head downstairs. Just before stepping out the front door, she put on her long black trenchcoat.
As she approached room 926, the key in her hand, her bag slung over her shoulder, Chelsea felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't wait to be with Todd. The half hour drive had given her time to think, and made her incredibly horny. At the door, she stopped, and set her bag on the floor. As quietly as possible, she used her key to open the door to the room, setting her bag in the bottom of the closet just inside the foyer and slipping the room key into her coat pocket. She looked around, expecting to see him, but was pleasantly surprised to see a long hallway blocking the rest of the room from her view. She took a deep breath and slipped off her coat, and laid it on top of her bag and quickly stepped back outside, locking herself out into the hallway before she had a chance to lose her nerve.
Standing in the hotel hallway in just her lingerie and heels, Chelsea felt extremely exposed. What if someone saw her? What would they think of her? Would they assume this successful businesswoman was really just a high-class hooker? She froze, hearing a door close somewhere in the hallway behind her. She heard steps walking down the hallway towards her, and then a pause, as if this person who she could not bear to look at had stopped to appreciate the view. She smiled, enjoying the moment, and knocked on the door to their room, knowing her audience would continue into the elevator at the end of the hall. A moment later, Todd threw open the door. The look on his face was priceless.
"What....what is this?" he said.
She winked at him. "Your entertainment for the weekend," she said. "Interested?"
His eyes travelled down her body, taking in her bare neck and shoulders; her large, firm breasts and luscious cleavage; her waist; her bare pussy, framed by the garter belt; her legs, sexy as hell in those stockings.
"You do realize, Chelsea, that you look like a complete whore exposing yourself like this in a public hallway."
"Yes, I do," she said. "In fact, I already had an audience."
She could see his jaw clenched; a sure sign that he was quite turned on. She noticed he couldn't take his eyes off her body. After what seemed like an eternity, his eyes returned to hers.
"And you also realize," he said, "that I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
She put both hands on his chest and shoved him backwards into the room. Shutting the door behind them with her foot, they continued their passionate kissing, groping, and stumbling down the hall, into the bedroom, and to the edge of the bed. With a growl in her throat, she pushed him roughly onto the bed. He laid there for a moment, panting, looking at her with lust in his eyes. She climbed on top of him, straddling him. She kissed him passionately, as he caressed her bare ass with his hands.
"This is the sexiest outfit yet," he whispered in her ear. "I sure do have one sexy bitch on my hands." He knew how it turned her on when he called her names like this.
She started licking and sucking on his ear, she knew it drove him crazy. He tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she kept pulling away, teasing him.
"I'm on top...therefore I'm in charge," she told him.
She began kissing on his neck, his collarbone, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time and kissing the skin beneath. Once she got down to his waistband, she lingered a bit in her kisses, teasing him. She began to tug on his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up towards him, kissing her lightly beneath her ear, on her neck. She moaned quietly. He turned her face to kiss her. Giggling, she pulled away again.
"I already told you I'm in charge!" she said. Grinning at him, she began to grind on his lap, taunting him.
Todd laid there, swooning in the pleasure of feeling her on his cock, looking up at this sexy woman on top of him. He couldn't believe how fantastic she looked, or how amazing her body was. He couldn't stand the way she was messing with him, and at this point, he'd had enough.
"Come here," he said to her. She shook her head no.
"I said, come here," he told her. She leaned down slightly, then jerked away and started to get up.
He had played enough. In one swift motion, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down to him. "Enough messing around," he said roughly.
Her reaction was wide-eyed. "Todd? Calm down sweetie, I was just joking with you."
His hand went up behind her head, grabbing her by her hair. "Stand up facing me," he said.
She complied. He had never talked to her this way, but...it had her attention.
"Now, be a good little whore and take my clothes off," he said.
She slipped his shirt off without a word. Next, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, which then dropped to the floor. With a deep breath, she looked down and saw his cock pushing his boxers out away from his body. She slowly slid her fingers into the waistband, tracing circles on his skin. She moved her hands around behind him, grabbing his ass in her hands and squeezing it. She removed his boxers, careful to brush up against him without directly touching it. She started to look up at him smugly, knowing she had stirred the fire within him. But before she could, he slapped her across the face, making her jump. Her hand flew to her face, shocked that he had struck her. While it hadn't really hurt, she didn't know what to think of it. While she continued watching him, he got on top of the bed, leaning back against the pillows.
"Come here, slut," he said to her. "Come show Daddy what a good little girl you are."
While in their bedroom , he had called her naughty names...she had to admit it had turned her on. But he had never referred to himself as Daddy. She found herself confused, not sure if this was a joke or not.
"Get your ass over here now or I will smack you around some more!" she heard him yell. Scared now, she obeyed. Climbing on the bed, she crawled towards him. His raging hard cock stood at attention. She'd be lying if she said her mouth didn't water at the sight of it. Giving head was her personal favorite past time. It felt so dirty and wrong, but she knew how much pleasure it gave Todd, and that was enough for her.
