Crista waited nervously sipping her latte, every swing of the coffee shop door vibrating through her body and unsettling further any composure she had left. For ten years she had been faithful, a decade of quiet obedience to social normalcy and family. In her purse were well thumbed pictures of her children, joyful offspring of her long term relationship and the core of her existence. She couldn't really remember when things had changed, wasn't certain when the light bulb finally burned bright in her mind but now, this moment, she found herself sitting fidgety, waiting for the Armageddon she know was coming.
At first she had felt in control. What harm could a little conversation do? Perhaps the very action of sharing her need for more would somehow make it seem less weighty. At first things seemed as she had planned. He was nice enough, funny, clever, intriguing, but she was in control and felt free enough to share intimacies normally kept locked deep inside. The day had flown by wonderfully, humdrum activities made almost enjoyable by the steady stream of messages lighting up her cell phone. It took a while for her to realize she was aroused, not the usual physical sensation of wetness resulting from naughty thoughts or actions but something deep inside of her psyche that hadn't been touched for what seemed a lifetime.
For the fifth time Crista checked her appearance in the mirrored wall opposite. Money was scarce and the clothes she wore were simply a reflection on the need to spend what cash there was on necessities. The jeans fitted nicely, mid-waist with boot cut legs they accentuated her shape wonderfully. Her white shirt was clean, well pressed and the two open buttons at the top suggested the rise of her cleavage perfectly, the black top nondescript but somehow made the outfit complete. The black flip flops were almost two casual. But she had nice feet, often complimented on and felt quite comfortable showing her carefully painted toe nails.
She had avoided making the error of too much makeup. Her eyes were a great feature, just a touch of mascara to the lashes and some darkness added to her well-formed eye brows enhanced her hazel irises depth within sparking white surrounds. A little color to her well-shaped lips and she was happy. Casually she passed the tip of her tongue across their fullness and suddenly realized her mouth was dry. The nervousness made her smile, her wriggling stomach reminded her of the feeling she had when he complimented her as he often did. She flushed a little and knew she was wet again.
Her cell phone buzzed, dancing happily across the table as it vibrated. The text was short and frustrating.
"You look beautiful. Go to room 211 at the Economy Inn."
Crista was a little put out. Firstly he must have seen her and not said hello and going straight to a motel room was a little seedy. The phone danced again.
"I need you badly but I want it to be very special."
Damn now she was hot. Special? She had no idea what he meant but suddenly she realized her nipples were trying to push their way through bra and shirt simultaneously. Rising hastily she went to the counter to pay for her latte.
."All paid ma'am, the gentleman covered your bill when he left."
"Ohh, okay."
Crista smiled sweetly at the barista to cover her confusion.
"He left this for you."
"Thank you."
Crista picked up the key-card and walked straight to the motel just next door. Room 211 was on the second floor, at the very end of the block and looked expensive. The room was large, two king beds, a 48" television enclosed in a black lacquered wall unit, a nice looking dining table with two chairs and a comfortable leather look couch and matching lazy-boy. Crista threw her purse on the nearest bed and headed for the bathroom, nerves and coffee were getting the better of her. The bathroom was huge, a tub with water jets and a walk in shower unit large enough for a party. She absent-mindedly started counting the plush towels but gave up at twenty two. The flush of the toilet almost deadened the buzz of the phone still in her purse but somehow she had known it would ring. The text was breathe taking.
"Glad you like the room. Lean against the table with your back to the door and no peaking."
She heard the door open and with great control just managed to stop herself looking. Her palms were pressed flat on the table's shiny surface and she could feel the perspiration between her skin and the wood start to pool. His footfall was soft but the hairs on the back of her neck told her he was standing close, very close.
"You're like a dream come true."
The words whispered in her ear made her quiver but the breathe caressing her skin as he spoke caused her cervix to cartwheel and crash against her womb.
"This is silk."
The blindfold moved softly against her cheeks then she felt his sure hands tie the ends together at the back of her head.
"Trust me."
Gently he drew her wrists behind her back and wrapped them together with what felt like another silk scarf.
"I want to taste you so badly."
His mouth found the nape of her neck right below the hair line, kissing and gently nipping at the flesh. She shuddered with anticipation and to her amazement felt herself almost climax. His lips worked down 0nto her left shoulder, sensuous kisses intermingled with delicious bites. Without thinking she arched her back and pressed her buttocks backwards till her hands still held tight behind her found the front of his pants and touched the object of her desire, hard and hot. His hands gripped her hips and then slowly slid round to enclose her waist before easing open the fastening of her jeans and sliding the zipper downwards. The hands moved to her belly, fingers gently stroking, the touches like firebrands burning into her soul. Her fingers fought to grip his shaft through the coarseness of the pant material and she gasped as she finally understood the girth that hopefully would soon be impaling her.
Slowly she felt the waist of her jeans starting to peel down her legs. Down over her thrusting buttocks, past her trembling thighs and quaking knees to concertina around her calves. Then the most delicious of sensations, his tongue hot and slick moving upwards in the opposite direction. Spreading her legs as wide as possible with ankles confined in the sheath of denim she bowed her knees as the moist lingual probe seemed to flay her flesh on its rising path till tantalizingly it lapped at the very edge of her panties. His hands pushed the cotton of her underwear deep into her ass crack allowing him to slaver her inner cheeks greedily.
"Keep very still."
She had hardly taken the words in when she felt the coldness of metal slide between her panties and her right hip. An almost inaudible snip and the fabric fell away. The coldness touched her left hip momentarily and that panty side was severed as well. . Crista now took matters in her own hands and forcing her thighs to part as much as possible freed the juice soaked garment to fall to the floor.
Crista could feel his hot breathe on her ass cheeks and the feel of his hands spreading them wide made her stomach leap with desire. His breathing was fast, each exhalation causing her labia lips to spread a little wider till she was sure he could probably see the deep dark interior of her core completely. Expectantly she waited for the touch of his tongue on her soft folds, could feel the wetness run from her cervix over her urethra to settle in slick beads on the edge of her swollen gash.
