The rest of the event passed in something of a glorious haze. We sat around the stage that had been transformed into an elegant table, quickly set with linen, fine china, crystal, and silver. The two yummy women who had served the hors d'oeuvres (one of whom had served me so much more!) efficiently and expertly brought a wonderful meal to the women who were Linda's friends, as well as to Linda and to me--I'd been asked to join them at the table. The burly woman at the door brought me my white jacket to cover my nakedness. I cannot speak for the others, but although we talked about ordinary things, although we were eating a lovely meal together, I could not forget the events that had transpired earlier.
Whenever the serving girl who had made such wonderful love with me came near, I would look at her mouth, her naked body, I would smell her and it brought back the incredibly passionate moment we had spent together performing for the others. She said nothing, but every now and then our eyes would meet and I would shake. After we had eaten, enjoyed desert and a small glass of sweet wine, and with much mutual affection, hugging, hand squeezing and soft, somewhat muted parting words, we gradually drifted off to our scattered rooms in the hotel. I realized that these women who shared such intimate friendship would not gather again for a while, and there was a measure of sadness in their parting.
Linda held my hand as we walked through the lobby to the elevator. It was very late. The lobby was empty. The poor boy who had been in the elevator with us earlier was working behind the desk. I smiled at him as we passed, and he turned crimson. By now the wet spot on his pants had dried, I imagined, but I guessed that the sight of me had raised another raging erection. I half wanted to stroll behind the desk and rub it, again, making him cum in his pants one more time, but I was tired and Linda, smiling at me--I think she knew what I was thinking--urged me into the elevator. Before the door closed, I allowed my jacket to fall open giving him one last glimpse of my body. Would he recognize me, I wondered, when school resumed in the fall?
In Linda's room, we sat quietly together on the bed. Linda held me. Softly. Quietly. I was feeling warm and wonderful, and quite loved. I was also feeling a measure of affection that had grown enormously over the course of the day. It is hard to explain, perhaps even harder to describe my feelings. A few days before, I was a rather naive college kid. A sexually needy girl, almost embarrassed by her sexuality--feeling desire intensely, but barely able to speak about it, much less able to act on my deepest desires and fantasies. I felt no such constraints now, and I had Linda to thank for that. I had always known that others enjoyed looking at me. I dressed provocatively, and knew how it affected those who saw me. It always gave me a feeling of power and a very definite thrill., but it rarely went further than that.
Now, I had spent a day in sexual torment and delight, being wonderfully teased in preparation for sublime public release. I had paraded, nearly naked, around a room full of clothed, adoring women. I had made love with a woman whose name I didn't even know, an exotic and beautiful girl, on a stage while others, smitten with our beauty and stimulated by the heat of our unbridled lovemaking, masturbated. I had given pleasure to another, had tasted a woman's sex, and received pleasure in return, all in public, all without restraint, embarrassment or regret. And, I realized, the greatest part of my incredible pleasure was derived from the fact that I knew others were watching me. Linda had given me all of this. This self awareness. This opportunity for intense pleasure. Powerful as the orgasms had been, the pleasure of awakening was even more meaningful, deeper, and it rested as clearly in my soul as between my legs.
I wanted to thank her, and I told her so. I told her I would do anything to please her. Anything she asked. I told her I felt an enormous amount of affection and gratitude and I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she had given me. I asked her if she would let me do something for her. Anything.
"Anything?" she asked.
"Yes, anything."
"Audrey, you have already given me more than you'll ever know. All day while I was teasing you, did you think that was just for you? My own pleasure was intense, almost unbearably so. I was with a stunning young woman, touching her, tormenting her, my fingers were in your lovely cunt, my hands were touching your delightful young body. And more, for me, there was enormous pleasure in just watching you move. You see, Audrey, as much as I adore lovemaking, for me, the greatest pleasure has always been watching. Watching a beautiful young woman like you. Watching my hands cross her body, lingering on her breasts, her bottom, her shoulders. It is almost as if I prefer to watch myself make love to one such as you than to actually feel your touch or tongue on my own sensitive places. And even more than that, I adore watching lovely women make love. This, dear, is my own most intense form of pleasure. You say you would do anything to please me. Would you truly?"
"Oh, yes, Linda, I mean it. I adore you. I am so grateful. Tell me . . ."
"The delightful young girl who was serving us, the one you selected to make love with, for all of us to see . . ."
"Yes . . ."
"I could tell she was quite taken with you. May I invite her into our room to make love to you again? Nothing would give me greater pleasure than watching the two of you make love again. Of all the women I have discovered over the years, the two of you seem to have the most power over my feelings, the greatest ability to send me to heights of desire and fulfillment. Seeing the two of you together is the most precious and exciting thing I can imagine." I blushed. I couldn't help it. The very thought of what we made Linda feel made me wet. And the thought of that girl, well, she was incredible. The first time I saw her I got excited.
When we walked into the room that evening and I saw her, naked except for the apron, the stockings and heels, I almost came from the mere sight of her. Linda's words had made me eager for more. After a day of loving, of teases and soft touches, of nakedness and yearning, of wild lovemaking in public, I was still eager, more eager than ever. I could see the serving girl in my mind.. Her cute, short hair. Her lovely face. Her stunning body. Her long neck. Her smooth back and shoulders. Her small breasts that stood so proudly, the nipples pointing slightly upward. Her toned and tanned skin. Her long legs and small, round bottom. Her pouty mouth. Her swollen lower lip covered with shiny, bright red lipstick; the open mouth that had moaned so unashamedly when my tongue lashed out at her clit, that had so expertly sucked my own little button until I was writhing with pleasure. Her smooth, shaved cunt that felt so soft to my lips. Oh god, I was already a puddle just thinking about her!
I smiled at Linda. Perhaps a bit too eagerly I said, "Yes, Linda. Please call her room. Ask her to come. I would enjoy that so very much."
"Why don't you clean up, Audrey. It's been a long evening. Take shower. I'll speak with Amanda."
I walked to the bathroom, dreamily, dropping my jacked, stepping out of my spikes, bouncing in stockinged feet, wearing only the black choker and the stockings. So that's her name! "Amanda," I whispered, as if praying, and I closed the bathroom door behind me.
After my shower, lost in foggy thoughts, I walked out of the bathroom, my wet hair clinging to my head, wet tendrils walking across my brow like secret words of pornographic calligraphy, my face lettered with runes of love, my body wrapped in a wrinkled damp towel. Linda was sitting in the wing chair. Amanda was already there. I could not believe what I saw. She was wearing no clothes; only shoes. Tall, shiny, red stilettos. Her mouth was still pouty, and painted as shiny and red as the shoes. Her nipples had been painted, subtly, with red rouge. It made her look unbelievably sexy. But my eyes were drawn to something I had never seen before. Around her hips she was wearing a leather harness. Attached to the harness was a large plastic penis that curved upward. It both frightened me and intrigued me. I remembered my promise to Linda--"Anything."
