I've mentioned my muse, Cheryl. When we met, sparks flew.
She only knew him from his writing and the messages they shared. But still, she stood at the international arrivals gate at O'Hare International Airport on a Wednesday afternoon, expectantly and apprehensively awaiting his arrival.
"This is nuts. I should just go home. Why on earth am I here to meet a strange man?" she muttered to herself.
Cheryl and Jeff had met at the Literotica site when she had posted a message seeking someone to write stories for her. She got very aroused, indulging fantasies of her friends having sex in strange circumstances while she watched and this writer seemed to get into her and her friends' heads. She lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed to the stories he had written.
Jeff was a contract worker which suited his real passions for music and performing. He was coming to Chicago to play a series of shows at a club, opening for a bigger name. The event would cost more than he'd make but when the opportunity to go to Chicago came up, he knew it would be worthwhile on a different level. After all, that's where his muse lived. As well as music, Jeff found a creative outlet in writing erotica. Jeff and Cheryl met online and he wrote stories for her, about her friends.
The board showed that the plane from Canada had arrived. Cheryl was completely on edge now. It was a good thing that Tannis, her closest friend came with her. Yes, she knew too that Tannis had a special place in the author's heart; maybe she had done a too effective job of selling her gorgeous friend's qualities to Jeff. She was now questioning her decision to bring the bombshell along.
Cheryl was a wreck: giddy, scared, anxious, even a little horny. This guy knew her secrets and he fed them generously, filling her head and flooding her pussy with all sorts of arousing thoughts and images. She thought briefly of the scene he had created where she videoed Tannis and her husband. She cursed herself as she squeezed her thighs together.
"Is this freaking you out, Cher?" Tannis asked as she noted Cheryl's nervousness.
"God. I'm a wreck! Oh shit. People are coming out of customs."
After a couple of families and some business people came out, there was one figure, unremarkable but unmistakable, that stood out to Cheryl. Jeff scanned the crowd and came straight to the pair.
"I'd recognize you anywhere," he greeted as he pulled the unexpecting Cheryl into a close hug.
"It's so good to finally meet you," he continued as he took a long, lingering appraisal of Tannis, the taller and bustier blonde.
As the trio formalized introduction, it was clear that the tone was overtly sexual. The author was obviously neither intimidated nor nervous as he engaged the two women almost like former lovers. In fact, if he had his way, they would become just that.
"Does Mr. Authorman need a drink?" Tannis asked, more playfully than she intended.
"Absolutely! I'd like to get to know you two especially, before anything else happens."
Tannis then led the way to an airport bar. Cheryl leaned into her and whispered harshly, "'Mr. Authorman'? What game are you playing?"
"God, it felt kinda silly coming out, but still... I guess it got your attention anyway," Tannis wasn't even sure why she had gotten even the tiniest bit flirtatious. She had read the stories he'd written and he always wrote her favorably. "Maybe even more than favorably," she mused as she drifted into a spontaneous fantasy.
They settled themselves in the bar and Jeff ordered each of them a shot and a cocktail. The amused shock on the girls' face was priceless. He was offering no pretenses; this was going to be fun for all of them, regardless of how it turned out.
Their conversation turned to the humour in the subtle differences of American and Canadian culture. "Say 'eh' for us!" the girls laughed.
"Huh?" came his drawled reply. "I don't understand what y'all are sayin'."
After the laughter subsided, he huddled conspiratorially with the two women. "Forget about the Canadian-isms. I am always looking for inspiration for my stories. You girls have any juicy ideas?" The emphasis on "juicy" was on the edge of lewd.
Much to Cheryl's shock, Tannis was encouraging. "You may not know this, but I've read your stories and Cheryl has told me about your chats. It seems that you have a lot of good ideas."
"All." She poked his chest.
"By." She dragged her manicured forefinger down his chest.
"Yourself." She rested her fingernail on the top of his belt buckle.
Cheryl knew her friend was borderline insatiable but she had never seen Tannis in action before. Her sultry voice and killer body, combined with just how much she knew that Jeff favored Tannis in the first place, made for formidable seduction tools. Cheryl was half responsible for this mess and she didn't know what to do with it. The truth was though, she loved how the author painted pictures of lust for her, helping to while away boring days at work. The bastard even encouraged her to play with and taste herself. And fuck, she did it, too! Now, Tannis's obvious approval was causing her own arousal to start piquing once again. Would he be like he wrote?
In the midst of her arousal, Cheryl was also getting jealous. This was HER guest and Tannis was dominating the encounter. She wasn't without her own skills, and as easily distracted as the author was, she knew that he was also very attracted to Cheryl. She decided to play to this, at least to stir up some confusion and maybe defuse the lustful situation that was brewing.
She shuffled in closer to Jeff and tried to put a damper on Tannis. "Well, Tannis, you do know now what I like in my stories and sometimes his stuff just doesn't quite do it for me. I'd loooove to give him some more ideas, if he's asking. "
"That's my girl," Jeff whispered to her with the deepest voice he could muster.
Putting on an air of indignation, Tannis huffed, "Fine, then. Hmmmm, let me see."
Tannis tipped her head and cheek to her raised finger in an exaggerated thinking posture then proclaimed, "Okay, I have something. Cheryl likes to watch, right? What if, just saying, what if she and I are out and maybe we meet some guy who I am very attracted to? And let's say, we happen to be in a bar at, hmmmmmm, an airport?"
To Cheryl's horror at what she saw unfolding, Tannis started rubbing the author's thigh.
"And maybe, we've had a couple of drinks," she continued, now ignoring Cheryl and staring right into Jeff's eyes. "And there's a hotel attached to the airport..."
Jeff knew when the sale was closed. He had a hotel reservation closer to the shows he was going to be playing, but he was not going to pass this up and taking the time to get there could foil the unfolding plan. He took out his phone, pulled up a browser window, did a Google search, and showed the girls the display.
"You mean this one?" he queried as he showed the Website for the Hilton hotel.
"Oh, look. That's it exactly! Just like I would picture it," Tannis enthused and encouraged. "I wonder what the rooms look like."
"Let's find out. I'll make a reservation."
Cheryl was frozen in spot. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her best friend and this man they hardly knew in real life were planning to get a hotel room. They had barely met! Still, the reluctance she had been experiencing was giving way to a deeper lust. She was getting damned horny at the thought of what might happen.
Before she even understood the words leaving her mouth, Cheryl blurted, "Have they got a room?"
"It's booked. Let's go check in and check it out."
The girls hung back as Jeff checked into his room. Cheryl had recovered some sensibility by this time and was chiding Tannis. "What on earth do you think you're doing? You just met this guy!"
"Ummm, Cher. Seems to me that you are the pot calling the kettle black. How many times have you chatted about him or someone else cumming on my tits? What about that scene he wrote where Ted fucked Britney Spears while he ate my pussy? Oh gaaawwwd... I need this right now. You're in, right? Come on sweetie, it wouldn't be the same without you. I bet you wanna see it happen, don't you?"
Cheryl's pussy moistened at Tannis's purr and the thought of taking one of those scenes off the page and putting it into a bed right in front of her.
"Fuck sakes... I'm in!" she declared just in time for Jeff to come to them with the key card in hand.
As the elevator door closed, Tannis gave Cheryl a moist kiss. "I promise to make this worth your while, hon," she whispered. Then she turned her attention to Jeff. She was about to kiss him when he pressed her up against the wall of the elevator.
"Are you going to be content to just let her watch?" he playfully asked Tannis as he ran his hands up and down her body.
"Whatever. Just so long as she enjoys herself." She rubbed his crotch as he continued to enjoy her body with his hands.
There was a ding in the elevator and the trio composed themselves to make their way to the room. They walked down the hall and the two girls, Tannis eagerly and Cheryl somewhat reluctantly, each took an arm. Arriving at the assigned room number, Jeff inserted the key card and let them in.
Once inside, Tannis immediately went to the bed and sat down in a provocative posture. Cheryl stood and Jeff put a hand on each of her shoulders. "I think, deep down, you knew this would be the outcome of meeting, didn't you? I'm not going to pressure you," then he whispered, "You know, you'll always be my favourite."
Cheryl had always chuckled when he would say things like that, but now she saw the sincerity. He had a way about him, but he wasn't a dick. He was just another lusty soul like she was.
"You know as well as I do that I like to watch," she relented. "Now, go get her, tiger," she urged with a kiss.
Jeff smacked Cheryl's ass then turned to Tannis who was beckoning him with a curled finger. He pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her bent legs. Crouching over her, he teased her mouth with his tongue. She wanted a kiss; he gave a lick. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she tried pulling him deep to her but was unable to close the space between them as he touched her lips.
