I stood outside gate twelve waiting for flight attendant, Delta. No, it wasn’t her name, but for all intents and purposes, it worked. I had packed light, so I didn’t have to wait for luggage. If I forgot anything, I could just buy it. It wasn’t like college days when we had to scrape pennies, so I wasn’t going to. “Fuck it” was my motto for the next week. Fuck the responsibilities, fuck the planning, and fuck anyone I wanted without concern for what tomorrow would bring.
I wasn’t always like this, but things had changed. I was no longer delusional about needing to do the right thing by the woman I was about to be inside of. If they were game, so was I. I could decipher between those looking for a man and those looking for a body. I was gonna be that body, regardless of the inner conflict it sometimes caused me.
When she walked out, she was in a pink tank dress that hit well above her knees. Knees that I was hoping would wear the imprint of her hotel room rug very soon. She didn’t try to make small talk, which I was grateful for. I no longer had time for bullshit and pleasantries. Fucking was fucking.
I took her bag and her free hand, like a gentleman, and we walked out into the humid spring Florida air.
I hailed a cab, held the door open as she got in, and then slid in beside her. She gave the address to the cab driver, and I immediately rested my hand on her bare, sun-kissed knee. I tested the water by running my hand slowly up to the hem of her dress and looked at her. She relaxed against the seat and I pulled her knee closer to mine opening her legs slightly.
I ran my fingers up her inner thigh and she took a short intake of breath. I continued my slow journey. Her eyes opened as I ran my finger across the silk fabric between her legs. She looked at the cab driver and then back at me. She was a bit nervous. I held my free hand up to my lips and whispered, “Shh.”
I wasn’t worried that he might see what was going on. There was no way in hell he could, and I really liked the idea of taking this woman out of her comfort zone. She was confident, which is a turn on, but I wanted to be on top, most of the time anyway.
I pulled her leg so it rested over mine and her eyes grew bigger. I sat back and relaxed as I slowly ran my finger up and down the soft, damp, silky material between her legs. She made little moans that encouraged me to continue slowly teasing her, working her up so that as soon as we entered the hotel room I could have her on her knees.
***
She opened the door to her room and turned to me.
“I’d like a shower. Care to join me?”
“I’d like a blow job, care to give me one?”
She smiled, and when I didn’t return a smile, she swallowed hard. Just like she would be doing in about ten minutes.
She looked down and nodded, “You want to sit on the bed?”
I kept eye contact and said nothing as I removed my shoes and started to unbutton my shirt. She was only a beat behind me throwing clothes off all over the place. I really didn’t like the mess. I laid my shirt neatly over the chair, then my pants and boxers were next.
She looked down at me, “That’ll be fun to work with.”
“Then let’s not waste any time.”
I lay on the bed and patted the spot next to me. She climbed up and immediately took my cock in her hands.
“You’re not hard yet, honey.” She gripped me a bit tighter than I was comfortable with and started stroking me too damn fast.
I held my hand over hers and slowed her down.
“This how you like it, honey?”
Damn, damn, damn, she was fine and all, but I really just wish she’d shut up with the honey already.
“Music?”
“Of course. What’s your fancy, honey?”
“Whatever. Anything is fine.” Just please hurry it up already.
She got up and turned on the radio. Take You Down by Chris Brown was playing. Maybe she’d get the hint.
She climbed on the bed and leaned in like she was gonna kiss me. I don’t kiss. As odd as that sounds, it’s too damn personal. We weren’t on a date or falling in love here. She was gonna suck me off, shower, and then I was gonna nail her. This was a mutual exchange, a give and receive.
I held her cheek in my hand and rubbed my thumb across her lip, slowing her down a bit. Hoping she’d get the point, I pushed my thumb gently into her mouth. Now I was doing this for another reason too. If her beginning hand job was an indication of what she’d be doing with her mouth, I was a little bit concerned.
She was a licker. She lapped at my thumb like a dog does water. This may not be my preferred method, but it could work. Her mouth on my cock was all I needed right now.
I hooked my thumb in her mouth and slowly dragged her down towards my dick.
“You need this huh, honey?”
“Yeah.”
She bent down and started lapping at me. I pulled her ass over towards me and started stroking her soaked seam. I spread her, and she opened her mouth and sucked my tip. Okay I get it. I pushed a finger in her, and she moaned with her mouth full of cock. The vibration felt damn good. I pushed in more, and curled my finger up and pressed the magic button.
“Oh, honey,” she moaned with her mouth still full of my dick.