A Perfect Time with a Perfect Stranger
The meetings, the bullshit, and the business part of the day were finally over. It had been one meeting too many, and certainly one heated argument too many for Ricquie. She wondered where the concept of give-and-take had gone. These people were like her last boyfriend Carl, - his way or the highway. She was quite certain there were a few men in that meeting that figured women were supposed to be in the sack, playing mommy, or taking notes with their mouth shut - as in secretaries, or executive assistants as they are know today, and that really pissed her off. Finally free for the day, she left the building, hailed a cab, and asked the driver to take her to the West Bank Suites Hotel. He didn't speak much English, but he seemed to know where it was. At last he was one man who didn't want to argue with her.
She tried to relax in the back of the cab for the ride to the hotel. She thought of Carl and sex, or was it sex and Carl? He hadn't been all bad. As a lover he had proven very interesting, and had introduced her to a few things. One of the more interesting things had been those wool-lined wrist cuffs that he had used to tie her arms to the bedposts while he ate her to one delicious orgasm after another. Ricquie was getting wet just thinking about it. She got off so well, so intensely, soaking his face, when a lover ate her to completion. She wasn't much on the bondage thing, but this had been great. Unfortunately, there were things that she liked that he just wouldn't even talk about - anal sex for starters. It had been a long time since she had gotten off that way. Anal for her was just so deliciously nasty! There wasn't anything like being eaten to completion and then having the guy take her up the ass. Old Carl wasn't much for talking during sex either, let alone some erotic "dirty" talk. Then there was his macho attitude all too much of the time. It finally got to the point where he had to go.
Now here she was in another city for a few days, and instead of just arguing with one man, she was doing group arguing. Thank God the day was over. It was time for a nice hot shower and then a nice meal - alone! It wasn't that she had to eat alone, more than one of those God's-gift-to-women men had offered to take her to dinner.
The cab stopped in front of her hotel. Ricquie paid him, gave him a generous tip, and went straight to her suite. Once inside, she gave a sigh of relief, dropped her purse and computer case in a chair and slipped off her suit jacket, tossing it onto the bed. The heels came off next, and a moment later the blouse found itself on the bed. She was starting to feel a little more human - dirty and sweaty, but human. Ricquie walked over to the curtained sliding glass door, drew the curtains apart a little and looked out. Not bad, second floor, small balcony with a black wrought iron railing, a plastic table and chair, and a view of the ocean. Albeit across a narrow tree infested park separating the back of the hotel from the beach and the ocean, but still a great view. It would have been a better view with fewer trees, but at least she could see the ocean. Her attitude was beginning to improve. She left the curtains where they were, turned and walked to the bed. Her skirt soon found itself next to the blouse. In short order, her bra, pantyhose, and thong lay next to them on the bed. Naked at last, she headed for the bathroom.
The shower had been invigorating. Wrapping herself in the soft white terrycloth robe provided by the hotel, she walked back to the sliding glass door and opened it. Warm moist evening air greeted her. She plopped down in the chair and soon had her feet up on the railing, crossed at the ankles. He robe wasn't tied tightly and slid open. Looking around quickly, she noticed that there wasn't anyone in sight, so she just enjoyed the warm evening breeze on her now clean skin. It was a pleasantly wicked feeling exposing her body like this. But, since there was no one to see her, so she made no attempt to cover herself. Soon the exhibitionist streak in her let her uncross her ankles. A wicked smile crossed her lips. Then her legs moved apart - just a little at first; in a few moments a little further. She glanced around nervously. There still wasn't anyone. Soon her feet were about two feet apart, as if she was displaying her very private parts to anyone who might be out there - except of course there wasn't anyone out there - just the trees and the ocean. It felt so wicked, so naughty, and so very sexy.
Ralph had been sitting on the ground with his back to the tree for half an hour now, enjoying the ocean and fresh air. It had been a long hard day. It was however, the beer bottle was empty and it was time to go and find something to eat. He rolled on his side to look at the hotel for no particular reason, when a flash of movement caught his eye. There was a woman on the second floor in the center of the hotel sitting out on her balcony with her feet up in the railing. If took him a few seconds to realize that other than the white robe, she had nothing on! A few moments later, she moved her legs apart, giving him an even better view. He was just a little too far away to have a truly great view, but this was getting interesting. He moved over a little, putting most of his body behind the tree, exposing as little of him to her view as he could and still watch her. The hell with eating, this was getting a lot more interesting. He settled in to watch her and see if she did anything worth watching. Yea, in my dreams, he thought.
Exposing herself, even if there was no one watching, was getting Ricquie hot - very hot. Soon a hand slid down over her tummy, moved slowly over her well trimmed downy soft bush, and slid down between her legs. Her other hand began caressing a perky nipple - gently at first, flicking lightly over it, then more earnestly by gently pinching it and tugging on it, making it grow. Her lovers had always loved her long sexy thick nipples. Now those dark pink nipples were standing out from her breasts waiting for someone to suck on them, tease them, or otherwise stimulate them. She could almost come with the right lover sucking on them. The hand between her legs moved slowly up and down over her sex and felt her growing wetness. A finger slowly brushed over her swollen clit, teasing it a little, before curling and sliding slowly, deeply, into her. She gave it a firm squeeze.
Oh God, she thought, where's a man when I need one, and not one of those pricks I was with today. I need a real man, one who knows how to eat me and please me. Her thoughts turned to a lover before Carl, okay he was a jerk too, but time erases some of the more unpleasant aspects of people and she remembered one of their better lovemaking sessions; a really hot one, where he ate her to a hot juicy climax, then he had turned her over and took her in the ass. It wasn't the first time she'd taken a man up her bottom, but it was one of the best times ever.
The finger inside her slid out and began firmly circling her now hard and aching clit, teasing it and getting her hotter by the second. The other hand moved to her other nipple and was far less gentle with it.
Her eyes were closed most of the time now as the big event, the desired end, the big O rapidly approached. Here she was, out on a hotel balcony, her legs spread, jilling off for the whole world to see, and she was about to get off. Now she wished she had remembered to put her vibrator in her suitcase. Right about now, that thick little friend of hers would have come in handy.
Ralph moved a little, rolled partly to one side, and slid a hand down his pants to adjust a raging hard-on that wasn't in a comfortable place. Watching this woman masturbate was really getting him worked up. He had just hoped that she might stand up and really give him a view of her naked body. Instead, she was sitting there getting herself off! With his hard cock now in a better place, he resumed watching her. He wasn't close enough to see every little detail, but he was sure close enough to know what she was doing - there wasn't any doubt what she was doing. He hoped she hadn't noticed him moving; he had tried to move slowly and be very careful. A piece of tissue paper fluttered by in the light breeze.
Ricquie notice some movement out in the park. Was there someone out there - someone watching her? She stopped what she was doing for a second, freezing there with one hand between her legs and one hand with a firm nipple in its fingers, suddenly forgetting how erotic it was supposed to be if someone was watching her, and stared out at the park. Ricquie wasn't exactly a dedicated exhibitionist.
The piece of tissue paper fluttered along in the light breeze, eventually catching of a small bush several yards from Ralph.
Relieved to see that is was nothing more than paper, she quickly resumed what she was doing. There wasn't anyone out there after all. Her head rolled backward as two fingers now slid into her wet pussy. She resumed her daydream about what her lover was doing to her. Soon one finger can out of her and the tip of that finger slid into her puckered little anus as she thought of her lover and how he had pulled out of her and slowly entered her back there so long ago. Her legs moved further apart as she remembered the way he had taken her, enjoyed her, and had encouraged her to play with her clit as he moved in and out of her hot little ass, bringing both of them to a screaming climax. Today, she had another climax, albeit a quiet one out on the hotel balcony remembering that event.
