Saturday Evening
Saturday evening, after a nap back at the hotel Diane and I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out for the evening. The nice thing about a nice hotel is their spa sized bathtubs and half circle shower curtain. It provides extra room to shower or bathe.
As Diane adjusted the water to a steamy flow I began lathering up a washcloth.
"Let me see your back," I suggested.
Diane turned her back to me and ducked her head under the warm flow. I began washing her back near her shoulders, down her spine and ran my hand down the crack of her cute little ass. I used my other hand to reach around her and grabbed a handful of boob. Up 'til now neither of us had mentioned the incident in the parking lot.
"You really seemed to enjoy Bill's ring finger."
She spun around grabbing her wet hair in both hands, gushing," Did you see that ring? It looked like a giant class ring. When he moved his hand into me he slid his ring finger and his pinky in first. At some point he must of pulled his hand out and turned the ring over. Cause when he put his fingers back in I felt that ring rubbing my clit. God, it felt huge!"
She was just babbling now, the realization of what happened starting to sink in. Maybe she wasn't sure how I was going to react, maybe she was just unsure of herself and how she felt about what had happened.
I smiled and pulled her close, our naked bodies reacting to the contact.
"Oh," she giggled as she reached between us, wrapping her warm hand around my growing cock. "Looks like you enjoyed the show.'
She moved her other hand and took my cock in both hands. She held my cock in her two hands allowing it to reach it's full erect size before continuing.
"I know we fucked before the nap, but that was just a release for both of us. Let me show you how much I love you."
As she spoke she lowered herself into a kneeling position and took just the tip of my cock in her mouth. She began sucking on it like it was a lollypop, licking the tip, wrapping her lips around it, making a happy sound in her throat and then repeating it. I took her head in my hands, holding her in place. I could only take this for a minute or two. I moved my hands to the back of her head, moved my hips forward and urged her to take more of it. She briefly resisted before she grabbed my hips, fully taking my cock into her mouth. Di began moving her head rapidly back and forth while she twisted it from side to side. I had to grab the side of the shower with one hand to keep from falling. My other hand was still urging her on.
She kept her lips around my cock as I dropped a load of cum down her throat, and continued to suck the last drops out stroking the underside of it with her thumb.
It took me a minute to catch my breath before I could speak, and then all I could muster was a weak, "wow."
Diane stood up, grabbed the courtesy soap and began lathering her tits.
"I'll do that for you," I offered reaching for her.
"Get cleaned up or we'll never get out of here. The other guests are going to wonder what happened to all the hot water."
She turned, continuing to wash while I grabbed the soapy washcloth and began to wash myself.
Finally finished we got out of the shower and dried off. Diane took her large towel and wrapped it around her tight little body, with just the top of her tits and her long legs showing.
"Get," she commanded, pushing me towards the bathroom door. "Let me put some fresh makeup on before we go anywhere."
I dropped my towel on the floor heading toward the dresser and some clean cloths. I was dressed was watching a baseball game on ESPN when Diane stepped out of the bathroom. She looked gorgeous, having put a little makeup and fixed her hair. She had brushed it out, allowing it to hang free, no longer in the ponytail she had sported all day. She still wore a towel around her middle, but now it looked different. It took me a minute to realize that she had replaced the large bath towel with a small pool towel. It didn't seem to cover as much.
"What's with the towel?" Now I was curious.
"This old thing. It's nothing," she bantered, quoting a line from an old movie we had seen on TV earlier in the week as she 'modeled' the towel for me.
I laughed at her mischievous attitude. I really loved here new relaxed attitude about her body. She is truly a beautiful young woman several years younger than me. When we had gotten married she was still living at home with her parents and had been very shy and conservative. She still blushed when I told her she was beautiful or commented on her body. But she had really started to have fun and enjoy her sensuality and sexuality, and I was enjoying it to the max.
"Order something from room service," she said as she admired herself in the mirror. "Or order a pizza. A couple of pizzas." Again she had started to ramble on speaking fast as if she slowed down she would stop talking.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but I reached for the restaurant listing offered in each room, turned to the Pizza section and asked her what she wanted exactly.
"I don't care. Something, anything, just order something." Now she was moving with a nervous excitement as she spoke. She glanced at me, moved it hand in the direction of the nightstand phone and wiggled her fingers. "Come on. Order something."
I found the nearest one listed nearest the hotel, dialed the number and ordered a small pizza and some wings.
Hanging up the phone I stood and walked towards Di.
"Don't you want to go out tonight?"
She didn't look at me as she spoke quickly, "Yeah, sure, but its still early. I don't want to be drinking without something on my stomach" She was moving around the living room area avoiding looking at me.
"How long?"
"How long, what?" I asked blankly.
"How long before the pizza guy gets here?"
"The girl said between fifteen and twenty minutes. They're just around the corner. It should be here soon. Are you alright?" concern sounded in my voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Order another pizza from somewhere else."
"WHAT?" I already ordered you a pizza and me some wings. I don't want pizza, I thought we would go the Outback and have a nice steak." Now I was totally confused.
She slowed her pacing, sitting down on the end of the bed. She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip. This is a sure sign she was about to tell me something she wasn't sure what my reaction would be hearing.
"You know my girlfriend Katie? Well, she told me that whenever she and Mike travel they always order food out. Then she flashes the delivery guy if he's cute. I thought about it and decided that I could flash the delivery guy by 'accidentally' dropping the towel when I paid him," she said looking at me for approval.
"And just how will you know if he's cute or anything?"
"Peephole. When he knocks, I'll look through the peephole. Katie said you leave the door cracked, look through the peephole and then tell him to come in. I'll be back here," she said standing between the couch and coffee table," with my wallet on the in that chair. I'll get the money and when I go to pay him, I'll just drop the towel. He gets a tip and a cheap thrill."
Now she was talking normal, explaining her misbehavior as a well rehearsed plan. She was smiling a sinful smile, leased with her courage.
"How many places do you want me to call? Should I get the Yellow pages out?"
" No," she responded thinking about the question. "Right now just call another one and we'll see what happens."
