I had quite a delightful surprise in store for him. We had just returned to our hotel room from dinner. As soon as we walked into the room he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body for a long slow French kiss. I adore the lingering taste of single malt scotch on his tongue. After a few seconds I pulled away but not before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. "I want to freshen up, so give me a few minutes." He didn't miss the mischievous look in my eyes.
"Fine, I'll just check my email." As I turn to walk into the spacious bathroom, he playfully smacks my ass. Before we had left for dinner, I had left a small bag in the bathroom. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pull on my little surprise. I fixed my hair and makeup in the hopes that he'll find me irresistible. Just before leaving the bathroom I step into my black high heels.
I had borrowed a serving tray from the restaurant earlier in the week and stashed a bottle of Glenmorangie...all I needed was ice, which was in the other room. My hand on the doorknob, I took one fortifying deep breath and mentally tried to slip into playful character. I step out of the bathroom with confidence and walked straight to the ice bucket. Luckily, he didn't look up at me.
At the sound of ice hitting the glass, his attention now caught, he glances up but not away. I feel his gaze start at my smoky brown eyes, travel down the front of my partially exposed breasts to my stocking covered legs and settle on my black stiletto heels. I see his lips part as he finally exhales then smiles.
I walk towards where he is seated at the hotel room executive desk. "Your Glenmorangie, sir." I extend the tray towards him as he reaches for the glass. He sits back and sips his scotch, admiring the view. I clasp the tray behind my back with both hands. He gets a good long look at my complete outfit. The black halter top of this sexy little French maid costume pushes my breasts up and together creating some very enticing cleavage.
The fitted waist flares out into a very short skirt that's open in the front. A small sheer apron ties around the waist. A black ribbon with white lace trim collars my throat and wrists. The whole ensemble is complete with matching headpiece. Judging by the bulge in his trousers, he must like what he sees. "Would you like the turn down service?"
"Please, by all means." I set the tray on the edge of the desk and knowing what an impact the back of my costume will have, I slowly turn and walk towards the bed. The rearview is much better than the front. The spilt in the back vees open to show off the Brazilian cut panties with white lace ruffles. On the side of the bed closet to his view, I take great pains to bend at the waist with my legs slightly spread apart.
I pull down the covers making sure to smooth the sheets. I steal a glance over my shoulder and smile as I see him shifting restlessly in his chair. Now, the proper thing to do would have been to walk to the other side of the bed and turn down that side but I thought the display would be much better served with me kneeling on all fours as I reached across to complete my task.
Making sure to do a lot of rocking back and forth as I pretend to struggle pulling the covers down, I finish up by sitting back on my heels and inspecting my work. Knowing full well that this position pulls my panties tightly against my shaved pussy giving quite a tasty view. Finally, I scoot off the bed and straighten the covers one last time.
When I turn to face him I am not at all surprised to see his hard cock in his hand. "Is there anything else I can do for you this evening?" "You sure can honey, come over here, get on your knees and suck my cock." I seductively pout, "Oh sir, I am not sure I am supposed to do that." I start walking towards him. A few feet before I am within his reach I stop, staring at that beautiful hard dick.
The tip is glistening wet and I involuntarily lick my lips just thinking of tasting that sweet head. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. You'll get a really big tip, I promise." "Come over here and suck my dick." I smile and drop to my knees, crawling towards him.
I am so turned on dressed like this, on my knees and his cock sliding between my soft lips. Looking up at him and meeting his intense blue gaze makes me crave his cum in my mouth. I know how much this must feed his ego. He's slouched back in a big leather chair. His navy blue Ralph Lauren shirt still buttoned. His trousers and belt still fastened with just his cock out the fly. Every so often he reaches over and sips his 12 year old single malt.
"MMmmmmm, god I love watching you suck my dick." The Glenmorangies from dinner must be taking effect, he's being talkative. I hear him set the glass on the desk and then feel his hands cradling my head. He's holding me tighter and tighter. I feel his cock at the back of my throat. "Open up baby. I want my cock down your throat." I relax as he holds my head and forces his cock, balls deep into my tight throat.
He groans and slowly pulls back. Only to slide all the way back in again. "That's it honey, swallow my dick." I focus all my attention to letting him fuck me like this. I want him to cum right down my slutty throat. Occasionally, I pull back just trying to breath but I know he's close because he just shoves it back in again.
