“We’ll be more comfortable here,” I tell her as I pull the covers back and let her slip in before me.
I really want to see her fully naked, but since we’ve only met a few hours ago, I don’t want her to feel victimized in any way. We are consenting adults acting on primal needs, but I’mmuch more used to indulging myself in this manner whereas she seems to be very new to the game.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, almost shivering.
“Just let me touch you. I want to kiss you all over.”
A smile she can’t contain breaks across her face. “I’m sure glad I had a shower.”
Ah, I’d eat her out without one; nothing about this woman is offensive to me, but I don’t share that with her in case she has issues.
I kiss her lips again and smile. “Ready for some fun?”
“Um,” she stops me as I kiss her neck and she responds with a giggle. “Just be gentle or ... um, nice. I really ... I don’t Hinge ... or um ...”
She’s about to spiral into a panic and so I pull back.
“We can just sleep.” I sit up and take off my robe. “I only want to do this if it’s fun for you. Mile high club ... it’s a vibe. If this is scaring you, we stop.” I lift my hands up in the air and start to wonder how many men has Juliet ever been with?
“No, I’m okay, It’s um ...” I sense she’s trying to get some kind of confession out of me and so I give her a nugget.
"I was married once. For thirteen years. I thought we were building an empire together. But she was funneling my proprietary algorithms and bid specs to my biggest competitor, Julian. The worst part? When I started getting suspicious, she told me she was pregnant. She knew I wanted a family more than anything. She used my joy as a smokescreen. For months, I was painting a nursery while she was downloading my servers.There was no baby. It was all a lie to buy her time. When I confronted her, she laughed and left with Julian. I paid her a fortune in a settlement just to get her to sign an NDA and leave the country so my investors wouldn't find out I'd been sleeping with the enemy. So, for me: no wives, no children. I won't let anyone get close enough to destroy me again. I’m an excellent lover and I can guarantee you a beautiful orgasm, or several, but nothing else.”
Wow I’d never shared that with anyone before.
She’s speechless, which of course one would be after hearing that I’m a vapid asshole whose wife cheated on him and vowed to never marry again.
“Ready to go back to your seat now?”
“Um ... I should,” she says sweetly. “But there’s something really sad in your story, Marcel, like the Grinch or Scrooge or something. You’ve been hurt.”
Her comment hits hard.
“Well, life hurts sometimes. I’ve moved past it.” Hearing myself say it out loud sounds ridiculous, but I’ve chosen how I want to live and at forty-eight years old, I’m not changing.
She kisses my lips and I’m taken by surprise.
“Can I touch you?” she asks and I can’t think of anything more delightful.
“Of course.” I lay back and let her do her thing.
She smiles like a little sprite and kisses my lips, then my chin, then one shoulder and the other. She peppers kisses across my chest, giving attention to each nipple and I’m, fuck,I’m about to explode and she’s nowhere near my cock. I rake my fingers through her hair as she goes back to my nipples and nibbles at them, sucking and biting and all I can think of is getting inside of her.
“Hey,” I rasp. “I’m getting a little crazy ... just thought I’d warn you.”
She lifts her head to look at me and smiles. “Good.” She goes back to kissing her way down my body landing on my happy trail. She takes a deep breath and kisses her way down to the elastic waistband of my lounge pants. My cock is basically lodged under her chin and I can feel the movement of her throat through the silk.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
She kisses my cock over my lounge pants and I go to remove them and she bucks back. Wait—what? I need to free the beast and she’s giving push back.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
“I’m good.” Her smile seems genuine. “I just want to do this myself.”
Ah, phew, okay.
She peels my lounge pants down and I lift my ass, desperate to have them off, and of course my cock bounds into play. He is thick, not too long, but I’m girthy, and already dribbling with need. I don’t tell her, but he’s a few strokes away from a full eruption. She gently strokes one finger from the tip to the base where my heavy balls are neatly trimmed and fuck me I’ve never had a woman do that. It’s crazy erotic. Just an index finger stroked down my shaft and my slit yawns open.
