Her adventures continue ... ~ J ~
The Suite
Julian pulled the sedan into the hotel, watching her asscheeks shift slowly under the tight skirt, moving like a metronome. She could feel the eyes of the valet, the bellman, and the concierge, all staring at the miniskirt, the long legs, and perfectly nestled 36-C breast nestled in the tight t-shirt, the top tied under her breast to show off the amazing stomach. Starr knew she could make every man forget, and
loved
the attention. Julian walked beside, never taking her hand, knowing inside she possessed him, not the other way around. They turned, and the valet, doormen, concierge, bellmen, a few tourists with their wives, and the half-blind janitor all turned, watching Starr and Julian make their way to the elevator and inside it.
Opening the door, Julian tossed the bags on the floor, watching Starr walk into the room, laying back on the couch, flipping on the big-screen television. She was moving through the channels sliding her heels to the floor until she found some music. Her body wiggled to the beat, slowly sliding the blouse off her body, then slipping the skirt down her asscheeks and off her long, perfect legs.
His mouth hit the floor: Starr travelled across the country without panties, waxed her pussy hairs into a small landing strip and left her bra behind somewhere. Her blazer was on the floor; this was how she kept her hardened nipples from being a beacon to every man in every terminal she entered across the United States.
Sitting naked, playing with her nipples, she stared at the chaperon, watching his eyes drink in every inch of her café au lait skin, honey-kissed by the sun and a shade darker than his own Latino heritage. She could smile, knowing he was going to be her guardian angel in her depraved travels through Los Angeles.
"Julian," she whispered, eyes closing as she pinched one of her nipples slowly, twisting it in manicured nails, "are you sure you can keep me safe? Are you sure you don't want to spend the weekend here just making love to me?"
A beat of quiet and he smiled.
"Or
fucking
you, Starr?"
He blushed, unsure of using this word with his cyber-lover and friend. A glance, and he knew she wasn't teasing him, just asking, and unharmed by his phrase; she, in turn was just being honest and seeking the same.
She smiled, happily knowing they were on the same wave-length: "Or fucking me, in bed, on the floor, in the bathroom ... wherever your hard-ons' wish."
She lay back, curling her legs against her breast, showing him the heels of her feet pointing outward, smiling, letting her arms wrap around her knees. His eyes glanced down seeing the tender slip of her pussy lips, pink and glossy with the desire of lust, wanting to touch him or to be touched. Julian looked further, seeing her puckered bung, the anus winking at him. Starr noticed his eyes staring at her anus, and restated aloud, "Any where your hard-on wishes."
Slowly, Julian moved closer to her, sitting down, taking her feet in his hands, massaging the soles, stroking them from toes to heel, making her moan. Starr relaxed, knowing she ached for an erotic journey, and yet, just having a man appreciate her for more than sex was something she longed for also in this moment.
"Honey," Julian said softly. "You can
do
anything you want,