Ill Be Home For Christmas 5

I'm Heather 32, My peers would say I'm a fun-loving wholesome gal, very attractive blonde. My previous husband was caught cheating, he called me a prude and said he needed satisfaction from various sources. That was the year I not only turned 26 it was when I developed an inventory tracking app; I worked diligently, and my company is now worth 8 figures so have been invited to speak at a convention in Vegas for female entrepreneurs. It's Dec. 23rd I'm sitting at a table in the hotel restaurant my food arrived several minutes ago, but I'm frantically trying to arrange an earlier flight to Chicago.

Sarah another speaker I've met several times; a very successful cosmetic entrepreneur arrives. "Heather, you look distraught, what's wrong?" She sits beside me.

"I'm afraid I might be stuck here for Christmas; I'm booked on a flight outta here at 7:30 but there has been a storm warning issued to hit Chicago around 8pm threatening to close airports, they advise alternate Christmas travel plans.

My concern is

I can't seem to make any alternate connections to be home for Christmas. I may be stuck here until Boxing Day or longer. The only flight that might get me home before airport closure leaves at 2:30 with one seat available, I'm scheduled to be today's speaker at 2. I'm considering cancelling and leaving now to get home for Christmas, there is a strong likelihood Evan is going to propose tomorrow."

"Oh, what a dilemma Heather, I might have a solution I've reserved a private jet to New York leaving at 3; if the pilot agrees to a route change you could fly with us and be home by 6:30. Let me make a call."

With an anxious sigh I take a forkful of my salad, my stomach is knotted, I'm tense.

"Sarah sets down her phone smiles at me, "Done, the pilot agreed it's hardly out of our way and he is currently changing his flight plan."

"Oh Sarah, thank you, I don't know how I could ever repay you."

Sarah caressed the back of my hand licked her lips and gazed into my eyes with a sensual breathy whisper "Heather, we'll discuss that on the plane, I've an idea." She leisurely ran her fingertips up my arm as she stood. Brushing my cheek "See you later I'll be waiting with the limo."

Her implication was obvious, finishing my salad I realized I was just propositioned by another woman. I was stunned, how am I gonna tell her I'm expecting to be engaged tomorrow and am faithful to Evan.

I present my speech to a standing ovation of nearly 2000 women.

Sarah has a limo waiting outside the hotel, 15 minutes later were on a private jet taxiing the tarmac, a stewardess pouring us champagne. 3:10 we're in the air.

We are sitting on the same side of the jet facing one another.

"Heather I'm curious why you expect Evan to propose, have you discussed it, did you accidently find the ring, or did you help him pick it out?"

"No, it's the fact he's been so attentive lately."

Oh, do tell, how?" Sarah sips her champagne her eyes peering over her flute.

"The last few months he brings flowers for no reason, draws me a bath with candles and wine. He rubs my feet without me asking, cuddling with me more often."

"Hmmpff that sounds like guilt, I bet he's cheating on you."

"No, Evan wouldn't, he knows how devastated I was when I caught Simon with his secretary destroying my first marriage. Evan helped me get through that; he convinced me all men aren't cheaters."

Sarah sets her empty flute in the receptacle. "Men are fickle, weak, when their small mind, the one between their legs sees something new, shiny, something they think they are missing becomes available, they justify the risk reward and become irrational and cheat. Then soon after thinking with their slightly larger brain, they feel the guilt and try hiding the secret, usually continuing until caught."

"No, not Evan, I'm sure." I finish my champagne.

"Ok, Heather I hope you're right; we're going to be in the air for a couple hours, maybe we could entertain each other sapphically." She undoes a button on her blouse, and winks.

I gulp, I knew this was going to present itself. "Sarah, I'm expecting Evan to propose tomorrow, I'm not into women."

"That's fine Heather, I've been lesbian all my life; I've learned there are 3 types of women, those who have done it, those doing it and those who dream about it. I don't care what category you're in; I find enough doing it to meet my needs. Heather you're a damn fine-looking woman, and I love women, I had to ask." She smiled broadly nodded, "Please accept my apology if I offended you."

"Not needed, I guess I should be flattered."

Sarah got up went to the galley.

I try contacting Evan with no success, I choose not to leave a message, I'll surprise him soon enough.

It was over an hour later when Sarah returned, her hair a bit messed up, her blouse untucked, skirt askew, what was left of her lipstick was smeared. I'm confident the stew most likely was looking similar. I smile, guess they both are in all 3 categories. I close my eyes; I find myself thinking about it for my first time. I discern how many women in the past have hit on me, and at the I brushed it off as nothing.

We touched down at 5:50 I caught a waiting cab at the entrance and at 6:25 was paying the cab driver in front of our apartment, at least a full 5 hours earlier than my originally scheduled flight.

I unlocked the door, dragged my suitcase in, I was about to holler 'I'm home', when I spot a pair of women's boots a lady's coat and scarf on the coatrack. Looking across to the coffee table is an empty bottle of wine 2 glasses a purse 2 phones and Evan's laptop, I hear a feminine giggle from the bedroom.

No Evan, not you; DAMN, Sarah was right.

As I enter the hallway, my heart broke, my stomach knotted, tears formed.

There is a gal across Evan's lap getting her bare bottom spanked. I step to the side of the doorway and start recording on my cell phone.

Evan's only wearing a Santa cap "You've been a naughty girl Leona," slap, slap. "This is the 3rd time this month." Slap, slap, slap, slap."

"Ahhh Evan, but I'm sooo very nice to you afterwards."

"Santa only gives gifts to nice girls." Slap, slap, slap.

"Evan, I don't want a gift, I want you to tie me up and ravish me like you did at Thanksgiving."

My hurt is turning to rage, it has been guilt not love he's been lavishing me with.

Evan threw her on the bed rolled her over and cuffed her. I had seen and recorded enough, feeling betrayed, sick to my stomach I go to the sofa with thoughts of getting a butcher knife and reenacting Lorena Bobbitt's discipline on him, or 'off him'.

Furious, quivering I pick up Evan's phone, it's not locked so I scroll his logs. He and Leona work together, they've been hooking up at least once a week since October. I rummage through her purse; she's married with 2 boys.

Ok, I don't have a lot of time here think; what's the best way to hurt Evan as much as he's hurting me.

I'm inspired instantly with a terrific holiday getaway idea.

I hastily open Evan's laptop; a quick search and I book a last-minute New Year's celebration aboard a Ritz Carleton yacht, a Mediterranean Adult Only cruise leaving Rome on the 30th and going to Venice. A few more clicks and a flight from Chicago to Rome on the 28th confirmed.

I then book flexible date flights from Venice to Australia, then to Paris then Chicago all open ended. All on Evan's credit card.

With moans increasing in the background, I quickly construct a Christmas message on Evan's email with the damning video attached. I preprogram it to be sent on December 25th at 5:07 pm to his entire email contact list.

That done I synchronize Leona's phone with mine, as I'm not sure what to do to her at this time.

There are some very loud moans coming from the bedroom, noticing the powerful aroma of sexual activity wafting in the air I take a few quick pics of Evan sodomizing the bound Leona.

I put on my boots and coat and take my rolling suitcase and depart. Downstairs in the entrance I call a cab, in the beginning of a snowstorm I go to Chicago's most prestige hotel, the Trump International and use Evan's credit card information to book in.

I get the most expensive suite available and once I kick off my boots and toss my coat on a chair, I immediately order a seafood platter and a bottle of champagne from room service.

I was seafood stuffed, reclining on the huge bed with a flute of champagne.

Every man I've been in a long-term relationship with has cheated on me. This cruise will be a reset, my business is running smoothly, providing me an adequate income, I'll try enjoying the single globetrotting lifestyle, I'll not get caught in another relationship.

I gulp down the champagne and reach for a refill, I envision Evan on the bed spanking Leona. The thought sparked an arousal, it wasn't Evan it was the spanking and Leona's enticing red derriere; I'd never been promiscuous maybe that's why my men strayed. Sarah pointed out men seek what they think they aren't getting. Maybe I am too much of a puritan. I never even had thoughts about being with another woman until she brought it to my attention, I know several female acquaintances have propositioned me; maybe a lesbian liaison is something I should explore. Again, Sarah's wisdom comes to mind. Those done, those doing, and those wishing.

My phone pings it's a text from Evan: I see you tried calling, my phone needed charging. I assume it was to tell me your flight was cancelled. It's storming bad here. I trust you're still in Vegas where it's nice and warm. It doesn't look like there's any hope of us being together for Christmas except for Skype. I miss you, love you, stay safe call me soon.

I ignore it. I pour another glass of bubbly, lie back fantasizing about the cruise.

It was mid-morning when I realized I fell asleep still in my clothes. I opened my suitcase, got out my least wrinkled dress, which happened to be a strapless, tight fitting black micro mini cocktail dress.

I go to the entrance of the hotel, outside one of Chicago's famous wild blizzards is in full force. As I cross the lobby to enter the restaurant I notice an open boutique. I am going to need clothes before I go on a cruise, I don't want to confront Evan.

After enjoying the chef's special eggs benedict, I browse the boutique.

An hour later 4 dresses, 5 pairs of footwear, 6 summer tops, 4 shorts, 4 slacks, 3 bikinis, a one-piece bathing suit, 2 wraps, lingerie, thongs, bras, garters, nylons, are charged to and to be delivered to my room.

I find a concierge, "I'm stuck here because of airport closure and am embarking on a cruise on the 28th I just purchased clothing, but I require luggage, could you find me a suitable set, I prefer the expensive metal kind, add it to my bill please."

"Of course I can ma'am, will there be anything else?"

Whispering softly, I divulge "It's Christmas eve I've never been alone on Christmas; I'd like an escort to share the festivities."

"Of course, I am aware of a few respected options, they are professionals with all types of escorts you might desire, I'll have their contact information on a discreet laptop delivered to your room."

I cross his palm with a fifty, "Thank you." I smile appreciatively.

When the laptop arrives, I do a detailed search and find someone I'm interested in.

I contact via video chat, "I'm interested in Carmen for the evening."

"Of course, I'm Adrienne, could I get some clarity on your expectations" She pauses slightly "is this for a couple's evening dining pleasure, maybe arm candy for a business party?"

I respond, "My personal pleasure, a couple drinks in the lounge to see if the vibe is right, if it is then my hotel suite."

"Carmen's not available tonight however, Sybil is probably better suited for what you're requesting."

"Ok, if Sybil doesn't fulfil my needs is there a male available?"

"Ma'am, I can arrange a couple to meet you."

I pause clearing my thoughts to make clear to her what I want "Uhh, what I'm after is a female, it's my first time, but if the vibe isn't right then I'd like a male for the night."

"Of course I understand, Sybil is precisely the correct escort for you then; Miguel will wait on standby. Either one you choose will be the standard rate, the other will be 1/2 price even if they don't participate. Might I suggest you enjoy them both as a package."

"No, I'm hoping Sybil will give me what I need."

"What time should I have her meet you for drinks?"

"I'll enter my card information and other details on your webpage Thank you very much Adrienne."

I enter Evan's credit card info requesting an 8pm meeting in the hotel lounge.

I don the sexy sequenced red dress I just purchased, no bra, red thong, black garter and stockings, red stilettos. I go down to the restaurant at 6:30 for a meal with wine before going to the lounge.

I'm on my second cocktail when Sybil's strutting toward me like a runway model, she's rather petite, maybe 5'5" exquisite, round face, striking blue eyes, long middle of her back black hair. She's wearing a hip hugging ankle length dark blue satin gown fully slit up one side, as she sits beside me, crosses her legs I see a red garter strap attached to black fishnets.

"Hello Heather, I'm Sybil, my gosh you're stunning."

"Sybil you're adorable, what can I get you to drink." I wave for the waitress.

Sybil is seducing me with her gorgeous eyes, biting her lower lip.

The waitress arrives but Sybil maintains eye contact with me "A gin martini please," she winks at me.

I'm feeling nervous, anxious, I ask. "Are you experienced in satisfying women?" Sybil plucks the cherry garnish from my cocktail, pops it in her mouth. A minute later she draws the knotted stem from between her lips dangles it before placing it on the table. She leans to me her tongue separates my lips as she kisses me her swirling tongue transfers the cherry to me.

"That is but an appetizer of what my tongue can do."

She lifts her martini, gazing deep into my eyes.

"I rarely get such ravishing clients; I sense this might be a Christmas we'll both remember for a long time." She taps my glass with a sultry expression she takes a sip.

The tongue-tying cherry stem was a unique trick, but her seductive kiss definitely sent a sexy message to my loins.

The vibe definitely felt right.

"There's no rush Heather, I'm here for the night, but I think time in bed is going to be much more rewarding than sitting here drinking and fantasizing."

I simply nodded downed my drink.

At the elevators she put her arm around me and when the doors opened, she caressed my bum with a gentle push ahead.

Alone in the elevator she repeated her tongue dance, her warm delicate fingers on my neck felt exciting.

As I slid the chain into the door track her fingers ran up my sides, she nuzzled my neck and nibbled up to my earlobe, goosebumps covered my entire body. Her hands massaging the erogenous zone below my breasts, cupped and squeezed my breasts ever so tenderly as her mouth continued on my neck and ear.

I was seething lust; my eyes were closed waiting for the next exhilarating sensation. I heard a zipper, felt fabric brush past my derriere, her hands turned me, she stepped back. I was mesmerized ogling her alluring form, smooth olive skin round 36" breasts, an hourglass figure, her vulva was waxed smooth.

She embraced me, our mouths fused her fingers located my zipper, and I shivered as she unhurriedly dragged it down. My spaghetti straps were slid off my shoulders and my dress settled around my ankles. Sybil's mouth nibbled a random path to my boobs; my nipples were erect in the elevator, so her warm lips tugging them only escalated my excitement. My fingers unconsciously combed through her thick black mane a deep moan escaped my lips.

She fell to her knees, her nose touched my clitoris as her thumbs went under the hem of my thong, Sybil inhaled deeply as her thumbs pressed my mons pubis together. "Mmmm Heather such a sensational fragrance." She wiggled her nose against my labia as she lowered my garter and thong together. I sighed again.

"Oh, my my, Heather you're so wet." Her hands on my waist her nose pressed to my clitoris, then wiggled to part my lips.

She stood, led me to the bed and assisted in posing me, my arms outstretched, she planted a kiss on either nipple, opened my legs wide. Her fingers explored my entire body, delicately roaming aimlessly her whisper soft touch titillating my nerve receptors setting the mood for pleasure soon to come. I was floating, my mind focused intently on the pleasure her fingers were transmitting and thinking I might climax before she actually gets to my pussy, knowing one orgasm wouldn't quell my thirst tonight.

She got on the bed laying between my legs rested her head on my thigh and gingerly teased my pussy with her dainty fluttering fingers.

I shivered delightfully when I first felt her delicate tongue gracefully cross my vaginal lips.

Oh, sweetness I thought to myself this beautiful girl is tasting my pussy. The thought alone could have brought me to climax but within milliseconds Sybil was licking me with a single-mindedness that was bred into her from experience of her professional.

I brought my fingers to knead my tits, laid back and enjoyed the trip Sybil's taking me on. Hungrily devouring my secretions with a surprising zeal, tenderly sucking my sensitive flaps, her talented tongue artistically licking me getting close to my clitoris while she worked the area around the top of my pussy.

Then she nibbled it, I convulsed; that was the spot she targeted it with a swift tonging flurry my back arched, I groaned my hips lifted bringing me off the bed a few inches pressing my pussy into her face. When she didn't stop, I put the side of my fist in my mouth to stifle my noises as the raging climax rushed through me spasming in the throes of an epic climax.

Her talented tongue bath relentless on my magic button I thought I might pass out.

Then she stopped, nothing, no contact. I raised my head and peered down through my glazed eyes, Sybil lifted her gorgeous face proudly smiling her nose, lips, and chin glistening with my pussy juices. "Wanna give it a try?"

She had a hunger or passion that I saw in her expression, there was more adoration and more reverence than I expected.

"I do." Sybil climbed up we had a ravishing, passionate kiss.

She stacked the pillows put her arms behind her head 1/2 sitting so she could watch me. I grabbed her garter tugging, she lifted her hips, letting me peel her garter and fishnets off in one single motion. Once they were gone, she yawned her legs, knees slightly bent displaying her glistening vulva exposing her perfect little pussy to me, a wet prize I was about to claim.

I started by tenderly nibbling her taut nipples, after several minutes I kissed down over her belly until I got below her navel. I breathed her in, inhaling deeply, my body almost trembling with sapphic joy as her incredible aroma filled my inflamed nostrils.

"My first pussy," I sighed, and moved down to partake therein. My body stretched out between her legs my hands on her squishy soft marshmallow mounds, my mouth covered her pretty pussy. My tongue touched her thin lips taking my first taste of her slick labia, the scent was nothing compared to the glory of her delicious flavor, I gently licked and nibbled her delicate bright pink inner folds and kept circling slowly until I came up a few millimeters to run my tongue around her clitoris, she quivered and moaned as I teased the engorged nub.

I savored every moment, every gentle movement, every soft sound of ecstasy, every delicious, indescribable taste of her secretions.

The gentle rhythm of her writhing hips showing her appreciation, I was reveling in the experience until all sound stopped momentarily, her exquisite body seized, muscles clenched; then in bliss with a gasp and loud shriek her body shook under me; I was making a woman orgasm, not just another female, but an experienced escort who's likely had many women in this situation between her legs. Gawd it was so exhilarating.