Author's Note: The woman that I wrote this for really loved it; but I'm sure that's because she can see herself in it. I have spent years reading Literotica stories, but this is my first attempt at one myself. All honest feedback is appreciated - I have a really thick skin!
There was another pause in the conversation after my question, which was not at all like her. It could have been the time - it had been pretty late, and she was coming off of a really long week and taking some time for relaxation. She was normally great in conversation, always giggling and making funny comments with her rich voice and punctuating points with her trademark comments, but tonight it sounded as if she was listening to me rant on and on about one thing and then another. She was obviously distracted tonight, and I was dying to find out why.
"Ohhhhh, I'm...I'm here," she said in a distressed voice that sounded a lot like she was stifling a moan, "Sorry, I was a little..."
"Distracted?" I leaned on the gas pedal and moved into the left lane to get around some slower moving traffic. "Just what are you doing over there, girl?"
"Boy, mmmmmmm" she moaned in a sultry voice that I had never heard, "I don't think you want to know what I'm doing right now, baby."
"Girl, you know I'm a dangerous man to tease," I half-joked as I swooped into the right lane and started rolling down I-95 towards downtown in earnest. She knew that her sexy voice featured prominently in a few fantasies of mine, and she was using it on purpose to get to me.
"I'm not teasing you, boy," she said between her short breaths. "You asked the question; can you handle the answer?"
"You know that I don't ask questions that I don't want the answer to, B." I paused for a second before I said the next thing that was burning on my mind. "Besides, if you are doing what I
think
you are, can I watch?"
"Harbor Court room 1115," she said quickly. "And don't keep a woman waiting."
"Oh, I won't, girl," I said as I glanced down at the speedometer. I was pushing 90 down the road and showing no signs of slowing down as I took the exit for I-395 into the city. "I definitely won't. Just be ready for me." The phone hung up as I whipped around the corner and stopped briefly at the next traffic light before making a right turn. My heart and libido were racing; this was a line that we had never crossed. We weren't lovers; we were simply good friends that had a common bond and a simmering attraction for one another. We shared some intense conversations in the past, lots of intense hugs, and a short, sensual kiss on her birthday, but nothing more than that.
I also had no idea what to expect. Was she alone in the room? Was she putting me on? Did she just invite me to watch her pleasure herself?
Could I handle it?
Before I knew it, I was strolling through the lobby with confidence and pushing the 11th floor button on the elevator. I got my bearings and walked slowly down the hall towards room 1115. I stood at the point of no return and gathered my nerves for a moment before finally knocking on her room door, trying to prepare myself for what I was going to see.
The door opened and I stepped into the dimly lit room to the sounds of smooth R&B. I glanced quickly around the immaculately decorated suite only to settle on her, sitting on a king-sized bed in a white terry cloth robe that was tied at the waist. I alternated looking at her thick legs and her ample breasts as they strained against the fabric, and when I looked up into her captivating eyes, she had an amused grin on her face.
She slowly stood and pulled apart the belt of her robe to reveal her outfit. She was wearing a red mesh babydoll outfit with lace bra cups and flowing, see-through mesh surrounding her sheer thong panties. I could see her wide areola and long, hard nipples straining against the fabric underneath. Her smooth, thick brown thighs tapered to two strong calves that looked like they belonged either locked around my waist or sitting on my shoulders.
And the red slippers were the final touch. The stiletto heels might not have technically been come-fuck-me high, but the way that they topped off the look sent the same message. I always thought that she was sexy and thick, but I wasn't ready for this vision of a woman.
"So what do you think, boy?" My bravado was completely gone and I was absolutely speechless. She saw the look on my face and that amused grin turned into a smirk.
"I figured that I would just throw something on for you that I thought you might like. I take it from your silence that you like it?" I simply nodded my approval; she was sexy enough to turn a gay man straight.