Friday finally arrived.
I took the day off and met Sid at the courthouse. I was waiting in his SUV when he walked out. Once he was in the vehicle, I kissed him and felt his crotch. His penis was already hard as a dowel rod. Maybe it was due to my wearing my leather lace-up-the-front top and short matching skirt. Of course, leather 4" heels.
"Gawd, Kitty, you look good enough to eat. I love that outfit."
"And you will!" I joked. I hope he will be overwhelmed by my behavior and, of course, serve his every desire.
I had gone with nothing under the top, so my cleavage was exposed at its length. The top was closed with leather laces and could be adjusted to allow no exposure to practically being left open to my nipples.
Riding on the Interstate for over an hour would give us time to talk and especially for me to find out my limits as Sid wants. I had decided I would do anything he wanted, and I had a lot riding on his satisfaction.
"Baby, other than displaying myself in the hotel's window, what else would you like to see? I feel very hot and want to fulfill your wishes."
"I want to be surprised. I want to see you in every situation you will do. I don't want you to do anything you will be uncomfortable with."
Shit, I was getting nothing as far as ideas. I decided to go broke.
"What if a man wants to have sex with me? Are you going to be alarmed if I screw him? Give a blow job? I won't do anal. No way."
Sid sat in silence. Did I go too far? Was exposing and flirting the limits? Did he want to see another man's penis in my mouth or my puss?
"Kitty. this trip will allow us to learn each other's desires and limits. If either of us steps out of bounds, it won't end the world, and we can mark it off the list in the future."
Well, that told me nothing! I decided to be worst at times then. I have had some experience, but that's another time.
Checking into the hotel, the porter carried our bags to the room. He was highly interested in my outfit. Moving too close to him, I asked how late the bar was open in the evening and if he provided room service. "Until the last drinkers leave, and yes, I do room service until 1O p.m."
"I often like a late snack. I may see you later." He got my hint.
After a few minutes of opening bags, I told Sid to go into the courtyard to locate our windows. Five minutes later, I saw him sitting at a table one row back directly in front of me. Oh, yea!
He had stopped and retrieved a drink at the bar and sat looking at me. Hell, let's do a test run. I moved a few feet from the window and began to remove my leather top. As I pulled the zipper in the back and dropped the top on a chair, I let my babies swing into view. Sid's look was nothing but a huge smile. To test the lighting, I turned on a pole light next to a chair by the window. I turned to look for his reaction. Nothing, I moved to a lamp next to our bed. Nothing. Finally, I turned on the bathroom light, but before moving back into his sight, I took off my leather skirt. He loved that. I walked to the window and posed with my hands on my hips. Damnit, I was learning nothing! I motioned for him to come back to the room.
I heard his card in the door. I was sitting on the windowsill, naked. "What was the best lighting?" He looked at me dumbfounded.
'Sid, I was trying different lighting to see what would give me the most exposure. Was one better than the other?"
The first one gave you the best to see a little back from the window. The second, nothing changed--the bathroom light little difference. Hell, go with all. But right now, I like this view best."
Sid walked to me and kissed me deeply. I returned to nature and moved him to the bed. I turned and laid down, leaving him standing. Nastily, I splayed my legs to allow an invitation. He moved to me and pushed between my thighs. He kissed his way to my open pubes and ran his tongue over my opening. Oh, hell, yes!
His tongue opened my labia lips, and he finally found my clitoris. I jumped when he probed it with his mouth; I placed my hands on his shoulders and directed him to my sweet spot. For the next few moments, Sid lapped and probed my puss far better than any prior effort. I didn't stop him and felt an orgasm serging in my groin. I found that l had been pushing his face into my puss, almost making it hard for him to breathe.
Sid got up and looked out the window. I knew what he was thinking. 'That would have made a great opening act.' I smiled in agreement.
We both took showers but with the curtains closed. Sid dressed in casual slacks and a golf shirt.
I told him it was time to redo my makeup and then hinted I wanted him outside at his table to view the rest. I had him open the curtains before he left. I touched up my shaving area and did personal things. I stepped out of the restroom to see Sid at a different table. A couple, in their late twenties to early thirties, had stolen his table, but neither was positioned to see me.
I saw Sid at the following table behind them. I would play to him and hope the couple would care where he was looking.
I dropped the towel I used as a coverup and moved it to my bag. I decided to ignore the window and dress as sexily as I could. I picked through several sexy brassieres and found one that I called my shelf bra. Fastening it below my boobs, I turned it around and placed each tit in it. Indeed, it left my breasts as appearing to be on a platform. My nips peaked over the cups. I checked myself in the room's dressing mirror and smiled. I chose a matching thong that barely hid my slit.
Nice!
Then I did something no woman would do in real life. I pulled my shoe bag over and picked through my heels while sitting on the bed. I tried on three pairs, each time standing, walking to the bathroom, and returning. I picked my black 4" stiletto heels. I moved to the small closet and selected an off-white silk dress that would cling to me like a second skin. Putting it on, I checked my look in the room's mirror. Yes, I liked it.
I picked up my clutch, walked out of the room, and traveled to the courtyard. Sitting down with Sid a waiter came, and I ordered wine.
