I don't make a lot of money. It doesn't matter, it's Laila's money anyway. This time she's spending it in Baltimore. Laila enjoys Fells Point, shopping, drinking, but mostly teasing unwitting husbands and boyfriends with the tops of her stockings or the lace on her bra.
But that's not this story.
We were staying at a small bed & breakfast. After returning from working the beer engines at the Wharf, our host informed us and the one other guest that he would be out of town for the rest of our stay. His sister would be over in the morning to make breakfast and check us out.
As the small talk continued, I focused on the other guest. She was a good looking, I would say handsome, professional woman in her late thirties. Smartly dressed and wearing a short black skirt and sheer white blouse, black heels and stockings, I found myself studying her. It was the reddish bra under her white top that captured my eyes. Staring at other women in Laila's presence has serious consequences and I knew there was going to be a price to pay. Still I could not stop. With Laila I live every sexual fantasy imaginable, even though they are her fantasies. Why am I driven to desire unattainable women with so much less imagination? Maybe I just enjoy the results?
Laila ignored my indiscretion and carried on with a charming and interesting conversation. If only these people could see the complicated wonders in her mind? We said our good byes and went upstairs to our rooms. The other guest's name was Susan, a normal name for a normal person. Her room was across the hall from ours.
After Laila and I entered our room, I knew I was in for it. "How can you stare at another woman like that with me in front of you? Do you know what that makes me look like? Do you know how that makes me feel?"
Laila cares more about how she appears then she cares about me. She has no problem sharing me with others as long as she's the one that's sharing. Still, I care very much how Laila feels. I am her slave and I will do anything to make her feel good.
"Well, if this woman means so much to you, I'll have to put you both alone together so you can get to know each other"
Laila had me undress, wearing only my white Calvin Klein briefs. She took me out in the hall and locked the door behind us. "I'm going out for a while", she said, "I want you to go to Susan's and tell her you locked yourself out of the room and that I went out. Ask her if you can use her phone to call me to come back and unlock the door. And I want to know everything that happens while you're alone with her."
"Laila, honey, how am I going to explain how I locked myself out in my underwear?" I asked.
Laila laughed and walked away.
I was standing alone in the hallway. I inhaled deeply, feeling the blood rush through my body. I was excited, really nervous and I could feel myself fill out the front of my briefs as I approached Susan's door. I knew this would make Laila very happy. She loved to put me in these situations and then come to save me.
After my light knock Susan peeked from behind the slightly open door. Her eyes widened and she breathed in with surprise. I thought I felt a breeze go through me from her subtle gasp. She smiled and before I could say anything she asked, "What are you doing?"
She opened the door all the way but did not ask me to come in. I explained my dilemma as I stood in the hallway. Susan was dressed the same as before and I found myself looking at her red bra, stuttering, asking if I could use her phone. Susan looked me over, taking her time, smiling, obviously enjoying the situation. I noticed she was now wearing glasses, the kind of glasses that blend in with your face, real thin frames. I was wondering if she was wearing them when we met downstairs when Susan's laughter brought me back. "You better come in".
I followed Susan in and stood in the middle of the room while she sat on the end of the bed and crossed her legs. Her skirt moved up her thighs and I could see she was wearing pantyhose not stockings. I was getting excited, but my unusually small penis only filled out my briefs, making me appear well endowed as opposed to being a middle aged man in his underwear with a small erection.
Even though my penis is unusually small, it is uniquely shaped and most women are fascinated by it. One of Laila's favorite games is showing other people my penis and explaining how deceivingly well it works. My penis is really Laila's penis and she does what she wants with it.
"You can use my cell phone over there on the dresser. I'm just going to enjoy the view." Susan said.
I walked over to get the phone. Susan's dresser was in perfect order, in fact her room was impressively neat and tidy unlike Laila's room, a complete mess. I picked up the phone and called Laila. As the phone was ringing, I turned toward Susan. She was now lounging back on the bed and the top two buttons of her blouse were open so I could see the top of her red bra. The way she was laying I could also see up her skirt, not to see her panties, but I could see to the top of her thigh.
Laila answered the phone while I was staring at Susan. "Hello, Hello………Hello."
"Laila, hi it's me….uh, look, I locked myself out of the room….uh, and I'm here in Susan's room and..."
