"What was I thinking," Jill said as she fell back onto the bed. She was bone tired after a day-long trip to the St. George's Resort in the US Virgin islands.
The trip really had started two months ago. It had sounded like a great idea when she won the trip on radio trivia question.
"Identify this song. Be caller number five!" Jill was it. She was patient, and tried to not get tricked by the announcer. When he asked her to identify the song, he played the opening chord one more time. The start of the song lasted less than a second. She waited for him to stop talking, and then she said "Eight Miles High" by the Byrds. He paused for a second; stunned that she got the question right. The next question was harder, but she nailed it as well. Finally, he laid the finale on her.
"Name five Beatles songs from their first American album." He took a deep breath and then used his best afternoon DJ voice to add "And name the album for a chance to win the big prize, an all-expense paid week-long trip to the Caribbean."
She paused for a moment and then said "Please, Please Me", "Twist and Shout", and "Do You Want to Know a Secret", and "I Saw Her Standing There." She waited just a moment, she felt her heart beating fast, and said "A Taste of Honey" on the first US album "Introducing the Beatles." The announcer was stunned for a moment. It was only the second day of the contest, they had planned on using it for at least a month of promotions, and Jill nailed it on only the third call in to the contest.
Jill loved contests, any kind. Mail-in recipe contests, call-in radio show trivia, magazine giveaways. It was a source of constant friction with her boyfriend Brian. Brian and she had been dating for over a year, and the conversation had started to drift to serious things, like moving in together, maybe even getting married in a year or so. Later that night, she rolled over in the bed and faced him. He placed his hand on her shoulder and rubbed it.
"Remember when you said I was wasting my time on the contests?"
"Yeah?" He wasn't sure where this was going.
"You bet me I wouldn't win a contest in the next six months. Winner got to pick the prize." He started to remember the bet and conversation. "I won today." She proceeded to tell him about the contest, the questions, and her answers. He was shocked that she had won, but happy.
"So, what's the prize from me?"
"It comes from one of the answers to the questions." He cocked his head, and raised an eye brow. She shifted in the bed and swung her leg over him so she was straddling him. She quickly reached down and grabbed a silk tie looped around the post of the bed and tied one hand and then the other. "It was one of the songs. 'Please Please Me'," Jill said. She slid up, resting her pussy inches from his lips. You're eating my cunt until I come. And I tell you when I'm done."
"That's a great loss," he said, the last word muffled as she slid her pussy onto his lips.
He slipped his tongue out, licking along her lips until the tip of his tongue found her clit buried in her folds. She leaned forward, slighting lifting off his face, to give him better access to her sweet spot. He slowly lapped up and down along her lips, reaching her clit on the up stroke and pushing against it. He wanted to grab her hips and pull her face hard onto his face, but his hands were tied tight above his head, and pulling against the silk bonds only tightened the knots.
"That's it bay, suck my clit, work it, work it." Jill threw her head back and pinched both nipples. The ache in her pussy was exquisite. She ground against Brian's face, riding it, trying to put pressure on her clit. He moved his tongue up and down along her slit, but came back to her clit after every long stroke.
That wonderful feeling started as a shock in her clit. She grabbed her breasts and threw her head back; a low moan escaped her lips. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as the warmth spread into her legs and up her spine. She clamped her legs tight against his head as each wave washed over her.
She slid back and kissed her slick wetness from Brian's lips, relishing her taste.
"You sure know how to make a girl feel good." She untied the scarves and lie next to him and fell asleep.
A week before the trip, Jill had finished a presentation for work earlier than expected and found herself outside on a beautiful late spring day. She walked out onto the street and started to try to get a cab home when she realized she was a half a block from Brian's office. She checked her watch, it was almost four thirty. There was a new Bistro on the mall and they had a happy hour. She decided to grab him, find a chair, and celebrate her successful presentation.
She walked up the flight of stairs in Brian's office condo and walked into the office. The door was open, the receptionist's desk empty and the computer turned off. She closed the door and made her way back to Brian's office. The door was slightly ajar. She peeked around the door and found his office empty.
It was a small business office, just a couple of rooms. Then she heard some voices, and walked toward the conference room. She set down her briefcase and pushed open the door.
"That's it, fuck me, give it to me," the voice wailed from across the room.
