(I must thank not only patricia51 but also a new friend who appears to have a sense of my overwordiness. Enjoy. And please remember this and only the stories on this site are copyright to me.)
The messenger service was different than the usual one we use.
The bike rider was directed to my cube and stood by with a flat envelope and a clipboard for me to sign.
I opened the small envelope expecting anything than the single white piece of paper wrapped around an electronic hotel key.
On the paper was simply, "11:30 Regency Suite 325".
I folded the paper and then decided to shred it.
My girlfriend and I had been having lots of arguments and yelling lately. I really didn't expect to find myself in a club which used to be my haunt and hunting ground years ago, but I was.
And I met her there.
Younger, jet black hair cut in a bob, three piercings in each ear and a square tipped tongue piercing.
We talked. And danced. And all but made out on the dance floor and at a small table that I used to almost have reserved for me because of the privacy it afforded.
I asked if she had a place to go, hinting about my arrangements.
She looked at me as her hand rode up my thigh and squeezed with her knuckles grinding into my crotch.
Her answer was no, she was catching the Red Eye to DC tonight, but would be back in about a week or so. Casual for all the heat generated in the past two hours.
I thought, "You fucking teasing bitch!" but calmed when she asked me for my card and promised to surprise me when she returned.
We parted.
I know I rubbed a path in my tongue from the piercing playing tonsil hockey with her.
I went home, masturbated myself to sleep next to her highness who slept blissfully unaware I had even been out.
Now here was the surprise. I was floored, nearly in a panic, but also with a knotted stomach simply holding the key in my fingers.
I made up some lame excuse to take the rest of the day off.
The cab I caught in front of the office building I work in got me to the hotel at just 11:20.
The dining room at this hotel has a concept not seen in many business oriented hotels.
A diner, all female cooks and staff with a menu of "comfort foods" and friendly to female travelers, though also hearty food that men find comforting too.
I did not check in at the desk but went to the bank of elevators and rode to the third floor.
But, what was I? Cheating on my girlfriend, just going along with my wild instincts, or simply harkening back to my wilder younger days?
I was not sure, and that knot in my stomach did not ease until I slid the key into the lock and pushed the handle down when the green light flashed on.
A typical suite, the vestibule with clothes hanging in an open closet, that rack to hold and unpack luggage, the sparkly clean bathroom to the right and the beds out of sight also to the right.
Hanging was a suit, not unlike the one I wore, a ruffled blouse on hangers and I looked down to see a pair of leather shoes, ankle straps, not at all like the simple patent leather pumps with a three inch heel I wore.
I don't know what I expected. Goth clothing? Knee high boots? Something to match the memory I had of her tight jeans and sweater of that one previous encounter?
I glanced to the left and saw her reflected in the mirror opposite the what I found to be a single king sized bed. That bob, her lips a succulent red parted in a welcoming smile.
Her back propped on two pillows, she was wrapped in a sheet covering her breasts, but a noticeable tattoo just over the left mound.
She said in a low voice to make myself comfortable which I took to mean disrobe.
I removed my jacket, shoes, then my skirt, blouse and hung them next to her clothing.
I walked to the larger portion of the suite in panties, bra and thigh high stockings.
There was still a chance I could realize I had made a mistake and wanted an option.
She complimented me, saying I was lovelier than she remembered which made me blush all over and my nipples to pucker.
I thought, "in for a penny, in for a pound" and released my bra to allow my breasts to bound free.
She licked her lips and tugged the sheet lower to reveal her smaller, but firmer breasts.
Then she continued to slide the sheet down until it was at her knees. Another tattoo just above her smoothly shaven pubis. I recognized this as a rose with one thorn protruding upward.
That was my cue to remove my panties, I rolled the still damp bikinis down to let her see my pink lipped mound.
She drew up her knees and wrapped them in her arms, nestling her chin on her forearms.
What appeared to be hiding, in fact displayed her full vulva, wide labia and a semi parted slit.
Some call it "cameltoe", I simply called the display maddeningly erotic.
I knew she was looking me over too.
I stood with my legs parted. The wide bands of my stockings tight on my thighs, but otherwise nude.
I was conscious of the slight droop of my breasts as well as the crinkle of my nipples perking upward.
My crotch is covered in a slightly wispy carpet of blonde hairs, curly but not hiding the obvious arousal I felt with the pulsing of my vaginal lips.
Her eyes moved up and down, her head tilted slightly as she watched my reflection in the mirror behind me.
I looked closer and noticed a ring piercing one labia, the left, and wondered if she also had any other piercings than that, the tongue stud and ears.
She motioned to me and welcomed me to sit opposite her in the bed.
I moved and sat almost butt to butt when she wrapped her legs around my waist and ran her hands up and down my nylon encased legs.
The muted feel of her hands made me shiver and her eyes steadily held me even when her hand reached for my right foot and brought it to her lips.
I moaned softly when she licked the arch through the nylon, my toes wriggled when she kissed the ball of my foot.
Her lips quickly found the hallux and sucked on it, nibbling and bobbing her head with a wickedly evil smile. She continued with each adjoining toe until she had wetted my stocking and made me shiver by also grinding her hips to press our naked bottoms together.
For my part I rubbed my left foot along her buttock and hip finding the sensuality uniquely arousing evidenced by the slick wetness I felt from my pussy.
There was a rising aroma, definitely not simply my own well known scent, but her stronger muskier fragrance. She was also oozing and slowly building wetness bridged our bare asscheeks.
I was now supporting myself with my hands behind me and grinding and whimpering as she sucked and licked my toes and ran her tongue down the arch of my now wetly covered right foot.
The stud in her tongue was hard and sent odd shivers when it rolled over my toes or the ball or arch of my foot. I knew it would drive me insane if only she would tongue my pussy.
What I really wanted to do was rub my left foot over her nipples, to feel them stiff and pointy as I excited her but her posture forbid me any access than the ability to touch her ass and side.
I wasn't sure if this was foreplay, or some new erotic stimulation that could evoke orgasm.
She was totally in charge. Totally involving me in a different passion.
Finally she told me to stay still as she moved her right leg outside my left and told me to rub the ball of my foot on her sloppy wet pussy.
I didn't need to be told how, but ground until her lips parted and almost like stepping to crush a cigarette I used the full force of my leg to slide up and down over her swollen pussy lips. The ring through her outer lip flipped back and forth as I pressed harder soaking my nylon covered foot.
Her lips puckered as the roughness of the stocking touched her sensitive inner vagina.
She breathed in shallow gasps as I pressed her engorged clit under my foot.
I moved to feel my great toe mash the tender bud and her juices flood from her inner pussy.
I was caught up in the sensation now.
I not only wanted her to cum, but also to extend the shooting sense of pain she must feel from the close weave of the stocking covering my foot.
I was nearly bouncing, my tits did jiggle wildly as I almost kicked against her vulnerable genitals.
Her eyes rolled into her head, the dark eye shadow and liner made her appear to have holes where her eyes should have been.
Her mouth gaped open and she shrieked loudly as she shuddered and pushed back against my foot when her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave of exquisite pleasure/pain.
I continued to grind my foot against her now mushy pussy, her legs were slacked and she arched her back almost in a wave like motion.
Her lips, painted in a dark luscious red, pouted and her nostrils flared as she drew air deep into her lungs.
That stud pierced tongue lolled and the silver cube glinted in the low light.
I was mesmerized by the piercing.
My pussy was on fire and my juices spilled onto the already damp sheet under our asses.
Her dark eyes glowed and beckoned me.
As she shifted to lie flat on her back I straddled her waist then knee walked to hover my pussy over her face. My fingers gripped her hair as I settled fully to grind my sopping vagina brushing her lips.
OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDD!
The first swipe of her tongue along my slit was incredible. The second, tenfold.
Her tongue danced along my vulva. The tip curled upward and burrowed briefly, then I felt the hard stud push my lips apart until it scraped along my enflamed clit.
She worked her tongue like a magic wand, my juices sluiced and covered her face. My bush was matted and the curls abraided her smooth cheeks. I ground, gyrated, danced on her face.