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.
