Innocent Milf

Chapter 18

Carla wasn't getting dressed. Instead, she gathered her stuff up and nodded towards the door. "Same place as usual, Ty?"

He nodded. "Yep! See you in a moment." Carla gave Cary and I one more backward glance, blew us both a kiss, and walked out of the room, moving her hips like a runway model. Ty waved, then turned to me and Cary. "You guys taking off?" he asked. "Or have you changed your mind about joining us in the Playroom for the rest of the night?"

I shook my head. "We're heading out. We've pushed enough boundaries for tonight, I think." I looked to Cary for confirmation, who mutely nodded as she pulled her stockings and bra back on. She still seemed a bit shaken from the revelations she had given during the tiebreaker game. I gave her arm a small squeeze and turned back to Ty. "Fantastic party, man. Still up for the gig downtown in a few weeks?"

"You know it, bro." Ty shook my hand enthusiastically. Then he turned to Cary, who hurriedly and unsuccessfully tried to mash herself back into her bustier under his gaze. "Well, you made this night extra special for a lot of my guests. Thanks so much for coming. If you get me your mailing address and phone number, I'll forward it to our travel agent so that you can get the vacation set up."

Cary hesitated. "Um... I hadn't really thought of that," she admitted. She was fiddling nervously with the closures on the bustier. Some color had begun to return to her face.

Ty frowned. "Why? Is there an issue?"

Cary looked at me, her face full of fear. I took her hand and squeezed it in what I hoped was a supportive gesture. She smiled uncertainly at me. I could feel her shaking.

"My name is actually Cary. Cary Bernham. Matt put down a pseudonym for me to protect my kids if anything got out about this." She swallowed. "But you seem like a really stand-up guy. I trust

you

with my real name, but I don't know about anybody else here."

"Kids?" Ty blurted. He glanced back and forth, and lowered his voice. "How can you have already been divorced once and have kids, and only be twenty-three?"

Cary ducked her head. "Um... I'm not in college. I haven't been in college for a while," she said. "I wasn't sure I'd be welcome if... " She let the end of the sentence dangle.

"

Not welcome

? Are you kidding? Some of us are still going to be talking about you for weeks!" Ty looked back and forth between us, clearly doing some re-thinking. "Wow, and you chose

my

nerdy friend to hook up with?! How did he get so lucky?"

"Nerdy?" I echoed in mock-offense.

"Dude, she's a fox!" he said, gesturing at Cary as she finally got the bustier figured and stepped into her heels. "Clever, sexy, and daring!

How

on Earth did you manage to score this amazing lady?"

Cary smiled in embarrassed pleasure. "Because he's really special. He's my hero today," she said earnestly.

"Well, Miss Bernham, take good care of my friend, here," he said. "And you, you lucky son of a bitch, had better show this lady the best time of her life. If you didn't know, I have valets and cabs lined up. Neither of you had better be driving. If you leave your keys with the valets, we'll make sure your cars get home safely."

Cary finished pulling her dress on and wrote down her contact information. "Can you recommend a nice hotel?" she asked. She gave me a look that promised a sleepless several hours. "We won't be going home tonight."

Ty looked thoughtful. Then he smiled. "Let me make a call. Consider this your 'almost got the grand prize' consolation from me. You head down to the driveway. A car will be there for you in a moment."

Cary and I walked arm-in-arm towards the foyer. Almost three hours ago I had walked in these doors with a vague sense of adolescent horniness and the promise of a fun night. Now I was walking out with the woman of my dreams and the virtual guarantee of the best sex of my life in a nice hotel. I handed my keys to a valet at the front door and gave him my home address while Cary did the same with her keys.

As we stood at the top of the steps, Cary leaned against me. We both smelled a little like rum still. "I hope... I hope you don't think less of me," she whispered.

I shook my head. "As if. You're my dream girl, Cary Bernham." I tilted my head. "And I can't wait to find out more about you." A limousine pulled up to the front, and a red-vested staff member waved us down. I took the steps carefully, and steadied Cary as well. At least I didn't have to try to walk half-drunk in high heels.

As we reached the bottom, we could hear the crackle of static. The red-vest placed a portable radio on his belt and looked at us expectantly. "Baker and Bernham?" he asked. We nodded. "Excellent. Have a good night, folks!" He opened the door to the back of the limousine and ushered us in.

The driver was a Latino dude in a fancy uniform who couldn't be over twenty-one. He looked back at us. "Okay, sounds like we're headed to the Republic, right? Anywhere you need to stop first?"

I shook my head dumbly. The Republic was the nicest resort hotel in the area. Cary leaned over to me, "I'm not sure I can afford that," she whispered.

The driver withdrew a pager from a clip on his dashboard. "And I'm supposed to tell you both congratulations--this ride and the hotel room are Mr. Salinger's treat!" He smiled broadly, fully aware of what a past-midnight trip to a fancy hotel after a graduation party signified. Cary looked thunderstricken. Then, after a moment, she grinned and sat back into me.

The trip only took about twenty minutes. Halfway through, I murmured into her hair "A foursome?"

"Please don't ask me about that tonight," she said. "Or Valentine's Day. I promise I'll tell you sometime. But not tonight. This should just be for us."

I loosed a deep breath. "Okay. Yeah, okay. You're right." I let my hands wander from her waist down to her hips and thighs. "That's all I want."

I'd withdrawn fifty dollars for food and a ride home, but I gave it all to the limo driver as a tip once we arrived. He smiled. "Thank you, sir."

"Thanks for the ride," I answered back. "You must have had a busy night."

"No doubt," he nodded. "But this is my first drive out here. You both have a good night."

We walked into the lobby, and I wondered if this was what it felt like to be a millionaire--just walking into the fanciest hotel in town in the middle of the night with no worries about how it would be paid for, and every expectation of being accommodated. Cary walked elegantly beside me, as if she were back at her art exhibit attempting to impress patrons and friends. I squared my shoulders and tried to simultaneously look both elegant and natural.

The concierge at the front desk welcomed us and asked our names. Upon hearing them, he smiled. "Ah, yes! Mr. Salinger's guests. The penthouse suite is being prepared for you, and of course breakfast is included. Unfortunately our restaurant is closed for the evening, but the bar is still open if you'd care to have a seat and wait."

We glided over to the bar and had a seat. I asked for a Coke "to clear my head," and Cary nodded and asked for the same. The bartender took in our appearance and nodded. "Looks like a great night already," he opined. "Out dancing?"

"Among other things," I nodded. Cary sipped at her drink demurely.

"Isn't it a little late in the year for Prom?" asked one of the other patrons at the bar. He was a middle-aged guy in a gray suit and a tie loosened as if from recent carousing. He gave Cary a very long, frank look. If he really thought we were high schoolers, I found his interest kind of pervy.

"Graduation," Cary said primly. "Big day."

"Oh, college, then," the man surmised, swirling a clear liquid in his glass tumbler. "Guess that makes sense." He gave me a hard look, and then turned his attention back to Cary. I felt absurdly self-conscious, as if he were trying to figure out how somebody like me ended up with somebody like her. He shrugged after a moment, as if to say

whatever

.

His comments had made me realize that we stood out here--rich folks didn't dress like this except at galas or other special events. We wouldn't be the only folks going home in too-fancy clothing the next morning after graduation, but it would certainly look a little silly at breakfast. I looked lovingly at my Cary, perched elegantly on her barstool in her glittery red dress, and decided that none of that was an issue.

"Your suite is ready," a valet informed us. He led us to an elevator, inquiring about baggage.

"None, thanks," I answered.

I was so excited, I barely had the presence of mind to hang the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle of the room before closing the door.

Our suite was astonishing. I had only ever seen a place like this in movies like

Pretty Woman

. There were multiple rooms--not just a bedroom and a bathroom. The bathroom was the size of most hotel bedrooms. There was a

hot tub

. The bed was enormous. Two of the rooms had phones in them. I missed the TV at first because it was so big my brain categorized it as another piece of furniture at first glance. Not that I expected to make much use of it.

Cary looked back and forth, clearly as impressed as me. "Wow," was all she said for a minute. Then she turned and kissed me passionately. "Nice to have a rich friend. Let me clean up just a little bit," she said, and walked towards the bathroom. My heart rate immediately soared. This was it--a moment I had been fantasizing about since last autumn.

Unsure of how much to undress ahead of time, I hung up my jacket, took off my tie, and removed my cummerbund. There was a strange wooden frame near the bed that appeared to be made specifically for me to hang up such articles of clothing. I kicked off my shoes as well, and put them in the closet. From inside the cavernous bathroom, I could hear Cary say, "You better not be getting undressed in there. That's for me to do!"

"Of course not!" I replied guiltily, rushing to put things back on. Cary laughed knowingly in the other room. "See if you can find some music!" she suggested as I scrambled back into my shoes.

Surprisingly, I found a very nice stereo system and CD player on the wall underneath the TV. There were no CDs, but I managed to flip through a couple of radio stations until I found one playing light jazz. The sounds of a tinkling piano drifted from speakers spread throughout the room. I had barely managed to get back into everything when she emerged from the bathroom, looking like sex on legs. She had touched up her makeup a little, and stripped down to her heels, stockings, underwear, and bustier. Her gloves, dress, and choker remained in the bathroom.

"Go sit in that chair," Cary instructed, pointing at a simple straight-backed chair with no arms near a desk. I obediently did so, curious. Once I had sat, she cocked her head, listening to the music. Getting a sense for the rhythm, she started swaying her hips back and forth, and walking suggestively towards me. I had already seen her nearly-naked at Ty's party, but this was something entirely different. This was for

me

.

She reached out beckoningly as she approached, and placed her arms on my shoulders, leaning forward to give me a great view of her cleavage. I reached hesitantly towards her, grinning. She nodded. "Touch and kiss as much as you want," she encouraged. "But

I'll

be the one taking things off."

So saying, she undid my bowtie, gripped the end of it between her teeth, and arched her body back until she had pulled the whole length of it off. Then she took it in the tips of her fingers and deposited it on a nearby end table. I grabbed her hips lightly and ran my hands up and down her sides and thighs as she swayed. She made an appreciative noise and worked my tuxedo jacket down off of my shoulders, pulling my arms through the sleeves.

By this time I was feeling so turned on it was hard to think straight. She leaned forward and delicately undid my enameled cufflinks, placing them gently alongside the bow tie. She ran her hands up my arms underneath my sleeves. I smiled. "Corset next," I said firmly.

She raised her eyebrows, but smiled and backed up. Slowly, still moving in time to the smooth jazz in the background, she reached behind her and undid the closures of her bustier until it came loose, freeing her bra and breasts with a glorious little bounce. She held it out at arm's length and then dropped it into a heap. With a few slinky steps she had returned, and now unhooked my cummerbund.

It went into the growing pile on the table. She slipped my suspenders down my shoulders and began to pop the decorative studs out of the top several buttonholes of my shirt. I hooked an arm around her waist and drew her close for a kiss, which she eagerly returned. As she drew back, taking a breath, I said, "Your turn."

Still dancing--or moving in nearly a dance--she appeared to think about it for a moment, and then reached back and unsnapped her bra. I had seen her breasts before, but only in brief glimpses. Now I stared in frank admiration as she stood topless in front of me. Her nipples were pointing straight forward, and looked slightly glossy. Suddenly shy, she moved as if to cover herself, but shrugged and thought better of it.

"You're absolutely gorgeous." I said hoarsely. I had meant for it to be soft, but desire was making my voice rough.

She smiled and took another step back towards me. She had my shirt off quickly, and ran her hands down my chest and abdomen. I had started to develop a slight six-pack from sit-ups and crunches, and she gave me an appreciative look. "God, I love how you feel," she said. She urgently pushed her chest up against mine, and I could feel my dick throbbing.

Sliding down my chest, she knelt on the floor, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, she untied my shoes and then pulled them and my dress socks off. I was now sitting in the chair wearing only my dress slacks, while Cary swayed in front of me in thigh-high stockings, high heels, and tiny panties.

"Come here," I said. "I need you."

She sighed, and bit her lip. "I need you too." She quickly unzipped my trousers and pulled them down. Only my boxers remained. Cary hesitated only for a moment, and then tugged at them. Straining, my dick sprang free, fully erect with the stimulus of an entire night's worth of horniness.

Cary's eyes widened just a bit, and her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. I knew I was maybe on the upper end of average when I was in the locker room. But "a grower, not a shower," was how I would have described my dick--if I had ever had a reason to describe it to anybody. Which, of course, I didn't. So it was gratifying to see Cary's reaction. A hunger had crept into her facial expression, replacing nervousness.

"Come," I said again, and pulled her towards me. She swung one leg over me and straddled me fully. I urgently pulled her panties to the side, and stared, momentarily speechless. I had seen a woman's private parts before, of course. But this seemed like magic. A small, neatly-kept auburn bush the same color as her beautiful hair piled in silky ringlets around her mound. There was already a visible glistening moistness at the lips. I looked into her eyes as I gripped her beautifully round, firm bottom and guided her forward and down onto my eager cock. She stared into my face as I entered her--in lust, in anticipation, in joy. Her eyes got wider as the head of my penis pushed aside the wet folds, and she gasped.

"Oh, God. Matt. Matt!" She dropped her weight onto my lap and moaned my name. I pulled her chest to me and started to lick her nipples, flicking my tongue over them and tasting something like cherry. She shuddered and groaned. I was in heaven. The damp heat squeezed quivering around my member, making me feel even more sensitive. Cary squealed.

"Slow," she whispered into my ear, before sliding the tip of her tongue into it. I jerked involuntarily as she did so, and she responded in kind with a deep gasp. I kissed everything I could reach with my mouth, my hands roving and squeezing, as if I could somehow push her closer to me than we already were.

Cary leaned back and put her hands on my knees. I grabbed her butt to keep her from sliding off of me. A tear shimmered in her eye, and my heart skipped a beat. "Are you--are you okay?"

She giggled and nodded. "Oh God, yes. It's just... it's been so long..." She shook her head. "No, it's never been like this." She ground forward and backward, her wonderful tits jiggling as she did so. "Matt!"

Hearing her moan my name was making me crazy, and I could tell that even though it had only been a few minutes, I was close to bursting. I moved one of my hands off her bottom and reached by thumb down to lightly press on the little knob of flesh on her pussy just above where my dick was pumping in and out of her.

Cary wailed and shuddered. "Yes! Ooooh, oh God, yes! Right there!" She grabbed one of her bouncing breasts, massaging it wildly with one hand while the other one tangled in her hair. It made me think of her bouncing on the bed making sound effects for the tape recorder outside her door. "Don't stop!"

I had no intention of stopping although I was reaching a point of no return. It suddenly occurred to me that I had forgotten to put on a condom. I grabbed her face with my free hand as she leaned forward into me. "I forgot--I didn't put on--"

"It's okay," she gasped raggedly. "S-safe day. Do it." She started grinding and bouncing harder. "

My

Matt! Do it, cum in me!"

That made me lose it. I could feel myself spurting into her. She shrieked, and then clapped her hands over her mouth in embarrassment. I could feel her spasming almost in time with my bursts, and she shivered all over her body. She was making desperate, lustful sounds, but couldn't get words out. Crazy with desire, I went back to her tits and started licking and sucking while I pumped into her.

"

My

Cary," I managed, pulling her close around the waist. She made little hiccupping whimpers. As she sat back, tears had started to stream down her face. She was smiling radiantly.

"Oooooh, that was so good." She made as if to stand, but wobbled. I caught her, and she chuckled low in her throat. "Wow. I can't believe... I didn't know it could be like that."

"That was amazing," I said, breath coming short.

She stumbled over to the bed and flopped down on it. I stood and nearly fell on my face, tangled in trousers that I had forgotten were there. Cary giggled and sat halfway up as if to help. I held up a hand. "Stay there, I'll come to you." I dropped my pants and pulled my boxers up halfway, changed my mind, and went to lie beside her naked on the bed. Despite having just ejaculated more than I could ever remember having done before, I could feel my dick starting to harden up again in the cooler room air.

Cary kicked off her heels and started rolling down her stockings. Wordlessly, she tugged her panties down and tossed them on the floor. Then she snuggled up against me, her hand trailing down my thigh. As her fingertips brushed by dick, she sat up a little and looked at me. "Oh! Ready again so soon?"

I chuckled. "I think I'll be ready to go until I pass out. This is a dream come true."

She sighed. "Right now I feel like I could do this forever. We'll have to think of a way to thank Ty for his wonderful gift." She draped her arm across my chest and curled a leg up against me. "I really... I love how you feel."

"Did I... did I taste cherry on your nipples?" I asked.

Cary laughed breathlessly. "Lip gloss. One of the girls at the party suggested it."

I patted her hair and pulled her closer to me, unable to think of a way to say how I felt that didn't sound trite or hackneyed. Instead, I ran my hands up and down her side and made a contended sound. Cary squirmed contentedly. "What else did the other girls say to you?" I asked, still curious.