“Good morning.” She smiled as soon as her mouth was empty.
She continued to stimulate me gently with her hand until I circled my finger in the air, signaling her to turn around. She hopped up, and I got a glimpse of those impressive, beautifully tanned breasts as she turned away and tossed a leg over me. She put her hand between her legs, grabbed my cock again, and lined us up. As she lowered her pussy down slowly onto me, that fabulous, heart-shaped ass of hers pushed down towards my stomach. She touched down on my hips and looked over her shoulder at me. Smiling as she ground her butt against me, she forced my dick deeper inside her with an accompanying moan of pleasure.
I pushed my hips up gently, and we started to move in time, pulling away from each other and thrusting back together, groaning at the amazing sensations of our slick parts sliding into and over one another. I could feel her wet against me, and as I started to fuck her faster, a little deeper each time, her moans became louder and more desperate. I swear my cock grew bigger with each thrust as her cries got higher and longer, until her body stopped moving, and I felt her pussy clamp and twitch around me as she threw her head back.
“Oh, my god! Oh, my god!” she cried as she came over my cock, grasping her breasts with both hands as I bounced her on me. Her stunning body writhing in pleasure on top of me meant my own climax approaching.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered hoarsely to her. She leaped straight off me and scooted down to take me quickly in her mouth again. She enclosed the throbbing tip within those beautiful lips and jerked my shaft a couple of times until I shot against her soft tongue, unloading blasts of thick, white cum in her mouth. She squealed in mock surprise and swallowed everything, holding me until my last spasm died, then sucked the end of my dick clean and lay back on the bed.
“Good morning to you,” I said. She giggled.
“I think I’m going to shower,” she said. “I did do all the work. Again.”
I detected a note of resentment in her voice. Whatever. If she didn’t like it, she could suck it. Ha-ha. Too late! As her naked form disappeared into the bathroom, I reached over the big white bed for the phone. I ordered bacon, ham, scrambled eggs with salmon, croissants, coffee, and orange juice to be brought up. Suzi eventually came out of the shower in a hotel robe, rubbing bits of her hair with a towel, just in time to answer the door. Perfect. I tossed her my wallet, which she deftly caught, and she tipped the room service guy.
“Do things always seem to work out like this for you?” she asked, a sly smile creeping across her lips.
“Generally, yes,” I told her. I looked at the clock: 8:30. “Shit, I have to be at the circuit in an hour. Can you eat and run?”
“Sorry, James.” She turned to me and opened her robe. My cock twitched again at the site of her full, firm breasts, her slim waist and taut stomach, and that gorgeous, shaved mound between her heavenly shaped legs. “This does not happen by accident. I need an hour, at least, just to do my hair.”
“Well, I have to get going in thirty minutes,” I said, scooping some eggs into my mouth with a fork. “Can I trust you won’t steal anything if I leave you here?”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “I need to get to the track, too,” she complained.
“And?”
“You drove me here, remember?”
“Oh, yes.” I saw what she was getting at. I tossed her the keys to my Gran Turismo Convertible. “I’ll get a lift with Keith. Have you ever driven a Maserati before?” She looked at me like I was stupid. “Well, just be careful with it, please?
***
I called Keith; he was about to leave. I told him he might be my team manager, but I was the team owner, and he’d damn well wait fifteen minutes. He told me ‘bollocks’ in his English accent—which, I think, means ‘yes, boss’—and hung up. Sure enough, when I got to the parking garage twenty minutes later, he was sitting in his rental Chevy with the engine running.