A couple months after my encounter with Jennifer Lawrence in her home town, I received a mysterious email from an unknown sender. I tend to ignore and delete such messages, but the subject line said, "Hilton Downtown, suite 1201, 4 p.m. Saturday. Dinner and your favorite dessert."
Women whom I have dated know the term "favorite dessert" means, to me, only one thing; cunnilingus. Regardless of who sent the email and why, I was interested enough to go check it out.
The elevator at the Hilton required an elevator key to go to the twelfth floor, so I checked with the front desk. The concierge told me that only residents or invited guests were allowed on the twelfth floor. I showed him the email on my phone, and that served as my invitation.
I tapped on the door of suite 1201 and when the door opened, I got the surprise of my life. There stood Millie, the red haired waitress from the bar in Jennifer's home town. She was wearing a tank top and short, tight denim shorts. Without that waitress uniform, she was looking hot.
"Will! Hi; come on in!" She said, hugging me at the door.
"Millie, what are you doing here; did you send me that email?"
"No, Jen did, but it was my idea."
"I'm confused, but I'm glad to see you."
"Come in, have a seat; Jen is in the shower but she will be right out."
"What are you girls doing in Nashville?"
Just then, Jennifer came out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around her hair and another wrapped around her, covering her breasts and most of her body.
"Hey, there he is; Willie with the wicked tongue!" She said with a big smile.
When I stood up, she came over and gave me a big warm hug. She smelled like shampoo and perfume.
"You look great, Jennifer, and you smell even better," I said. "But why did you invite me here?"
"Wow," she said, her mouth open in amazement, "Barely inside the door and you cut to the chase, huh?"
"Well, the last time I saw you, it was something like a fantasy come true, so coming over and finding you here has me pretty worked up already."
She hooked an arm under mine and led me over to the large sofa in the living area. She sat on my left and Millie sat on my right.
"I'm in town for an interview on a local talk show, and Millie came along to have a little fun and to get over her break up."
"Oh, yeah; you were engaged, right, Millie?" I asked.
"Yeah, but he got cold feet and backed out on me."
"I'm sorry to hear that; you seem like a really sweet girl."
Jennifer started laughing.
"I would say "get a room, you two," but we already HAVE a room!"
"And to be honest, Will, the reason I asked Jen to let me email you is that I hoped you would come over and we could get acquainted."
"In other words, she wants to sit on your face, Will," blurted Jennifer, laughing out loud.
"Does that mean we're all going to have sex?" I asked Jennifer hopefully.
"I'm engaged, Will, but I might take advantage of your oral hospitality one more time, but I only fuck guys I wouldn't mind marrying, and you're too old for me."
"Wow, that's enough to kill a boner," I said, trying to sound hurt.
"Don't worry," piped in Millie, "I'll make sure you get what you need."
"It's nothing personal, Will; I like it bareback and I don't want to get knocked up by somebody I wouldn't marry," explained Jennifer.
"So, what do we do now?" I asked, ready to do something, ANY thing.
"You two do what you want while I watch," Jennifer said, "and then we'll have some food brought up."
We didn't need any more conversation. Millie was undressed before I was, and she got on the floor on her knees in front of me. As soon as I was naked, she slipped her mouth over my semi erect cock and took it all in.