We have been in the car 2 hours laughing and talking and we finally exit the interstate and pull up to the hotel and wait our turn for the Valet. I look over at you and smile. You're wearing a white pleated skirt, Navy Cashmere button front sweater, a string of white pearls and 2" white heels. To look at you anyone would think you are the perfect, sensible preppy wife.
"Remember this is what you wanted, this is your fantasy. I am just here to make sure it happens exactly as you wish. Once we leave the car there is no going back. Is this what you want?"
Yes you say in barely a whisper.
"Are you sure...last chance."
"Yes...yessss...you know this is what I need. Thank you for making this happen. Please, I beg you, remember, no matter what I say, don't stop. I trust you, I know the safe word."
As we approach the valet I tell you to raise your skirt. You hesitate for just a second and then I see the change overtake you. You are no longer Soccer Mom. You are no longer the head of the PTA, and you are no longer the Chairperson for the local charity. That goody two shoes is gone.
You have become what you always wanted to be, the unleashed beast who haunted your late night dreams since high school.
You are a slut. You are that women who craves attention, you are that wanton whore who will do anything to satisfy her base desire. You are ready to be used and abused, anything that will satisfy your hunger for dirty, nasty sex. The beast is unleashed and the nastier the better.
You raise your skirt just enough so that when the valet opens the door and you open you legs to get out he will see you. He will see your shaved pussy. No you think, he will see your shaved cunt. Just the thought of the word cunt makes your nipples hard and swells your lips. You're ready.
The valet opens the door, and as he glances in, you move your right leg and step on the driveway as your left leg is still in the car. He cant help but look down and he sees your shaved cunt gaped open and before he can get more than a quick glance you step out of the car. I am right there and I task your hand and we enter the hotel to check in.
"OMG...that was so fukin nasty...I am soaked...I want more."
I think to myself this is what you have wanted for so long, you're more than ready, and I am going to take full advantage. I check us in and send the bags up to the room.
"Lets go get a drink slut. I think you're ready for one."
The bar is on the 12th floor and as we get into the elevator I tell you to stand in the corner and lift your skirt. Before I finish my sentence and the doors close you are in the corner, breathing heavy with both hands holding your skirt above your waist. I can see your juices down your leg.
