In the elevator they'd stopped pretending it was a massage. She had kissed him too passionately for it to still be that.
Now he had unzipped her dress and his fingers gently massaged her bare flesh, holding onto the pretense, blurring the lines between it and reality. She had only murmured when he had unclasped her bra. She lay quiet, sighing with pleasure as his hands caressed her back and she felt an intense pleasure that somehow lulled her mind while pleasing her body. This was the first time she had felt any physical affection since her boyfriend left her and it was so pleasant and everything was happening so easily as Carson said, "I can't get at your arms and shoulders with this dress in the way."
And Rose had actually helped him get it off until she was lying with the dress down around her waist, her whole back naked, her breasts crushed under her in the bra. It was wrong what she was doing, naughty, bad, but so very very good. And, after all, she rationalized through the little pounding tempo of her intoxication, she was on a date.
The music, light and dreamy, was still playing in the hotel lobby, and it drifted up somehow through the floorboards to resonate in Rose's ears. She found herself listening in rapt pleasure as his hands worked their way down her spinal cord, toward her buttocks. Her excitement increased as she felt his fingers probing lower and lower, pulling down her panties until his fingers were working soothingly at the deep crevice between her buttocks. Just as she felt she must say something, to stop him or to encourage him, but either way to jar him from his unsatisfying lull, he returned to her shoulders, gripping them as he leaned over and whispered, "That feel good, girl?"
"Mmmmm," Rose murmured and he began all over again. She closed her eyes as she felt the fingers on her back. They were strong and sure and she liked the feeling and a wild thought filtered through her dimmed mind... Chloe Bennet could not possibly be going this far with
her
date.
His hands were going lower this time, slowly going over her back to tease themselves in the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks. His hand was actually under her white panties now and just inches from her now unprotected anus that suddenly became alive with feeling and she was aware of her vagina, pressed into the rug underneath her. Her lower lips were swelling against the tightness of the crotch band of her panties and she could feel a slowly rising moistness in her sex. It was a warm slippery feeling that excited and tormented her and she flexed her thigh muscles to relieve the lewdly growing sensation.
"You're tense, girl. Relax and enjoy it," Carson whispered hotly behind her ear. He was bending over her, his body close. She could feel the heat of his breath on the nape of her neck, sending a prickly sensation down her spine to where his hand was now massaging the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks under her panties.
"Do you think this is right?" she asked, surprised how low and sexy her voice had become.
"Does it feel good?" he asked. Maybe he was ignoring her question. Maybe he was answering it.
"Oh, Carson, it feels great, but... am I only doing this to one-up Ariana?"
The boy laughed and shifted behind her, taking his hand away. "You one-upped Ariana the moment you let me touch you. Just relax. Don't move, girl," he said in a soft, hypnotic voice. "Just let your mind drift and enjoy the feeling."
It seemed forever before she felt his hands on her ankles, massaging them and moving them around. He pulled off her shoes and began massaging her feet as his voice continued in a low singsong way.
"Just relax, total relaxation. All muscles relaxed, just relax and feel good, just relax nice and easy, relax." He went on talking with a hypnotic tone as Rose felt his hands moving up her legs, moving over her calves and on up to the knee and to her thighs. Her pussy tightened again as she felt him pushing the hem of her dress up and massage her soft inner thighs in strong young hands.
With an ease that surprised her, he spread her legs gently apart and the band of her panties tightened up between her thighs and she felt one lip of her labia slip free and the elastic legband of her panties were tight on her clitoris and so aroused and excited her she had to fight against the temptation to move her buttocks beneath his teasing fingers.
Her mouth was open, parted, and her eyes closed as she felt his fingers lightly teasing the insides of her thighs. She still had her stockings on but, in another few inches, he would be above the stockings and touching her bare flesh. Could he see up under her dress? Was he looking now and seeing where she was dripping through her panties with excitement? Could she stand much more of this teasing? What, she wondered, was she doing? She had never felt like this before.
Carson spread her legs wider, forcing them apart with his strong hands. Then, taking his hands away, she felt him slowly push her skirt up around her waist. It caught under her and pulled the crotch band of the soft nylon panties excruciatingly tighter between her open thighs. Now the band slipped, bit deeper into her slit and, as he bunched the dress around her waist, she felt the band slide into the deep crevice between her buttocks.
God, she thought, I'm so exposed! I must look like a stripper to him. His own personal pornography!
The thought seemed to explode in her mind and her buttocks in sudden, abject surrender writhed, grinding down into the rug as she let out a little moan of helpless delight and felt the panties slipping back and forth over her now throbbing clitoris. Behind her, she heard the rustle of Carson's shirt and from his movements, she knew he was taking his clothes off.
Carson had looked down at Rose with a lopsided, triumphant little smile on his face. There she was, her dress bunched up around her waist, her bra undone and her back naked, her legs wide apart, her stockings, garter belt, and panties still on, and she was undulating and grinding her buttocks around, lifting them slightly and flexing her muscles. The panties bit deep into the crevice of her buttocks, exposing the white, rounded cheeks of her ass that quivered and hollowed as she writhed hotly in the excitement he had produced in her.
"God, baby, you're beautiful. Seems like a crime if there's one breath you take that isn't painted on a canvas," he whispered as he crouched naked over her.
The prickly surface of the rug excited her all the more and she moaned, "Oh, God, Carson. You're beautiful too. You're so... strong..." She ground down on the rug with her groin, thrilling to the feelings that were pulsing through her body. It was wrong what she was doing, fucking someone she'd only gone out with as a publicity stunt, very wrong, she hardly knew him, but the wrongness of it excited her more than she had ever been before.
Carson was lying next to her now and her body stiffened and tensed as she felt his hard young cock pressing against her side. He wasn't her boyfriend. A stranger's cock pressing against her! And it felt so hard and huge and different! Before she could react or say anything, his hand was once again on her buttocks. This time he was bold and brazen, pushing their soft quivering roundness down hard into the floor and imitating her lewd grinding movement.
"Oh God, Carson, please make me feel good, please don't just fuck me," she whispered, pleading, her voice shaking in helpless anticipation of what her subconscious mind knew was about to happen.
He only grinned at her, continuing his teasing grinding motion until she felt her hips voluntarily responding. She couldn't help herself any longer. All thoughts of showmances and tabloids drifted from her mind and she moaned in helpless surrender, her eyes still closed as she rolled limply over on her back and lay with her legs spread invitingly apart and one arm over her eyes. She heard herself hiss out the words and, as she said them, she felt as though flames of sweetness and heat and desire were licking hungrily at her cunt: "You can do anything you want to me!"
Carson grinned again in triumph and propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her trembling body. At her hot little body. His grin was loose, almost depraved. Lying on her back, she was naked to the waist and her breasts were full and beautiful, like two snowbanks with little shadows under each one. Her nipples were small and pointed and hard, revealing her excitement. The breasts were so perfectly round and formed and set off by her sweetly slender waist. Her ribcage tantalizing beckoned from just below the robust curves of her flesh and his fingers itched to hold her by the ribs and lick and bite her nipples. With a ruthless lust, he took his time, drinking in all her beauty and savoring it.
Her eyes closed, her mind whirling in drugged surrender, Rose was relishing her feelings of lewdness and brazenness. She had never been so hot before in her life, had never felt so lascivious and daring before. A one-night stand, that's what this was! A fling!
Languidly, her body tingling with lewd delight, she shifted her hips, tilting her pelvis up so that the crotch of her panties pressed deeper and rubbed harder into her now passion-drenched slit. An insane idea was in her mind and the more she thought of it, the more she liked it. She felt as if her open cunt were boiling in a cauldron. She had to get satisfaction. Being lewd had only served to flame her desires. A mad little smile played around her lips as she still kept her arm over her eyes.
"Treat me," she whispered, thrilled by the lewdness of what she was going to say, "Treat me like you do those girls in your fantasies. Show me what you dream about when you think of me."
"You'd like that, huh?" Carson breathed in her ear.
"Yes!"
"Want me to do everything to you?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me you want me to fuck you, girl."
Rose took a deep breath and hissed out the words. "I want you to fuck me!" The obscene words coming from her own lips thrilled her and she felt his hand close over her cunt still covered by the wetness of her panties and a spasm of pure lust overcame her.
He looked at her flat stomach as smooth as silk and at her panties barely covering her desire-flooded pussy. The band between her legs was now a thin slit, revealing her soft, curling pubic hair and one swollen lip of her sex. By tilting his head ever so slightly, he could see just a peek of her interior walls, red and glistening with excitement. In a few minutes, he would have her naked and spreading her cunt wide for his pleasure, as well as hers.
Roughly saying, "Okay, I'm going to give it to you!" he pulled at her dress bunched around her waist and Rose flexed her knees and lifted her hips free of the floor as he pulled the dress off and threw it across the room. "Like a whore!" he said in a hoarse voice, the words thrilling her. "Like a Goddamned whore!"
