A smile crosses my lips as I pack my bag and recall our last time together. We had such fun in Vegas and I know we are going to have a good time in Colorado. Having packed my bag I scan my closet and decide what I am going to wear. After pulling almost everything off their hangers, I decide on a red skirt with black accents, a black silk top, red silk bra, black thigh highs with a red back seam, and black leather boots with 4" heels. The taxi honks outside and I rush to meet him. I'm greeted by a gruffy looking man about 5' tall, slightly overweight, un-shaven, and it appears as though he hasn't changed his clothes in a week. He opens the door and puts his hand out to take my bag. I slide into the back seat with both my bags in hand. The door slams behind me and he jumps in to drive me away. On the way to the airport I look out the window and recall our Vegas cab rides. I spread my legs and show the cab driver my freshly shaven pussy while I continue to gaze out the window. The cab swerves wildly into the lane next to us and I smile at the honking horns. Boys are so predictable I think to myself and close my legs. This dirty man smiles at me as we get to the airport and offers to charge me nothing if I will, "blow him."
"No thanks," I say and throw $40 through the window.
Coming down the escalator after a bumpy plane ride, I see you at the bottom waiting for me. There you stand in a red silk slip dress, and black patent leather heels with your hair down, caressing your face. Both of us smile and I hurry down the escalator to meet you. We embrace and share a deep kiss that draws a few looks from the conservative crowd around us. You break our kiss and we giggle at the people staring at us. Looking at each other we smile and hold hands as we head to your car. I slide into the back seat with my bags and prepare to tease you like the taxi driver. Much to my surprise, you slide in the back seat next to me and kiss me deeply. Reaching into my skirt you feel my freshly shaved pussy. "Take me to my hotel Mistress," I ask.
Inserting a finger into me you smile and say, "I need you now."
I close my eyes and enjoy your fingering. After a few seconds I shove you down onto the back seat, and pull up your dress. My head goes down to your wetness and I suck your clit into my mouth. Your hips arch towards me and you put your hand behind my head. Two of my fingers find their way into you and a moan escapes your lips. I insert a third finger and work it in and out of you harder and faster. Louder and louder you moan, and then suddenly a gasp escapes your lips. "A couple is watching us," you say.
"Well then let's give them a show." I whisper back at you.
You pull your dress up further and pinch your nipples. "Yes just like that, oh yes," you yell out.
I smile as your body tenses and you cry out in orgasm covering my fingers with your juices. Leaning back, I look at the couple and slowly lick each one of my fingers watching their mouths drop at seeing a woman rise from your lap. As I finish licking the last finger you push me down and shove my skirt up. Slowly and tentatively you lick my pussy and insert a finger into me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations I so fondly remember from our Las Vegas trip. After a few moments, I push you up and say, "I guess I have to be the Mistress today. Get in the front seat and take me to my hotel now."
Whimpering as you get up you quickly move from the back to the front seat smiling ever so briefly at the couple that was watching us. As you slide in the front seat, I reach into my carry on bag and grab the vibrator that is inside. Reaching around the front seat I lean in and insert the vibrator into you. I turn it on and settle back in to the back seat. Your hands grip the steering wheel tight as you navigate the parking garage and speed us to my hotel. At each stop light you close your eyes and enjoy the wave of sensations. "You may not cum until I tell you pet," I hiss at you.
"Yes Mistress," you eagerly reply
For a few miles I see you twist and wiggle in your seat trying to stave off the orgasm building deep within you. After several miles and lots of heavy breathing you whimper to me, "Please Mistress. Let me cum."
"No! Be quiet or I will humiliate you when we get to the hotel," I snap at you.
We go three more blocks and your whimpering gets louder. Looking ahead, I see my hotel in the distance and as we come up to a stop light I lean in and whisper, "cum for me dear."
You shudder, grab the steering wheel tight, and cover your car seat with your juices. I remove the vibrator and place it in my carry on bag. Settling into the back seat I spread my legs and hike up my skirt so you can get a good look at my glistening pussy. A smile comes across your face as we pull into the valet parking. When you step out of the car the valet takes one look at your seat and smiles at the two of us.
As we enter the room, you lean in and kiss me passionately. We stumble towards the beds and I push you away. "Now strip for me," I say as I perch myself on the bed.
You look deeply into my eyes as you reach down to grab the hem of your dress and lift it slowly over your head. Tossing it carelessly to the side you smile at me and reach down to unbuckle your shoes. After you have stepped out of your heels you spin around and smile at me. "Very good my pet. Now undress me and then go pour me a bath."
Slowly you walk over to me and kneel at my feet. You grasp the zipper on my left boot and pull it slowly down then slide off my boot. Then you do the same with the right boot. Your eyes lock with mine as you reach up under my skirt and gently tug down my thigh highs. Carelessly you toss them to the side and then stand up. Once you stand before me I pull you down and bend you over my knees. I smack you ass hard twice, then command you to, "stand up! My clothes are not to be tossed aside like a used condom. You are to fold them and stack them nicely on the chair. Now properly take care of my things pet."
"Yes Mistress," you respond.
I stand as you go to my boots and set them neatly next to the chair, and then fold my thigh highs. Slowly and sheepishly you crawl back over to me and lower your head awaiting my next command. "Continue to undress me and then go pour my bath pet," I order.
Quickly you stand before me and reach around my back and unzip my skirt. Slowly you push it down and I step out of it. Remembering the spanking I gave you, you fold up my skirt nicely and place it on the chair with my other clothes. As you return to me, I smile at how quickly you learn and let my mind wander as you run your hand down my blouse and start unbuttoning my blouse. Sliding it off my shoulders you fold it neatly and set it on the chair. You rush back to me and remove my bra freeing them from their silk prison. A slight exhale escapes my lips as my breasts are enjoying the freedom you have given them. I sit on the bed and fold my legs, waiting for my bath.
You rush to the bathroom and hurry about preparing my bath. I can hear you pouring the water and making ready the tub for me. "Mistress, your bath is ready," you call out from the bathroom.
As I turn the corner to the bathroom, I see you kneeling at the side of the tub, with your head bowed and your hair hanging in front of your chest, hiding your luscious breasts. I step into the tub and lean back, enjoying the warmth of my bath. "Go to my bag and in there you will find a bottle of Champagne. Open it up and pour both of us a drink," I order.
You do as you are told and quickly return with two crude hotel drinking glasses filled with the Dom I had brought. A shame for such a fine vintage I think to myself. Handing me the glass you kneel at the side of the tub and lower your head. I sip my champagne while looking over your delicious body. For 15 minutes you kneel at the side of the tub, occasionally I will see your head move slightly as you try to catch a glimpse of what I am doing. You fidget as you grow restless. I can smell the wetness that is growing between your legs. After another 5 minutes of your fussy movements, I order you to, "drink some champagne and then bathe me."
You take a quick swig of the champagne, then reach down and grab a wash cloth that was concealed at your knees. Dipping the cloth in the bath you run it slowly and seductively over my body. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of your hands running over my body. When you get to my feet you put the washcloth to the side and start to massage my feet. A moan escapes my lips as your expertly trained hands work out the tension from my flight here to see you. Carefully and lovingly you massage away every knot and sore spot. You subtle yet firm touch melts away my worries and leaves me without a care in the world. I whisper to you, "that feels so good sub. Let's dry me off and continue this in the bedroom."