Chapter seven
Comeuppance
I gave a slight nod of my head and turned to the door. When we got there I chose the first booth. She stopped at the door.
"Have you got the one with the holes?"
"What one?"
"The chair one in your brochure."
"Yes," I replied. "It's in one of the other booths."
I walked over to the opposite door. I hadn't a clue which to choose and I hoped I wouldn't have to go through too many till I found one. It was the third door and the sight of it amazed me. It looked high tech and almost medical.
The 'holes' were in the back of the chair and she'd have to kneel on the seat, and that didn't look too comfortable. On the side was a pad. I picked it up and turned it on. It was the control pad I'd hoped it was.
Marilyn stood there looking at me as I touched the one that showed face down confidently, then turned to her as the mechanics of the chair hummed and the seat folded and became knee rests as the armrests swung behind.
Marilyn loosened the belt of her robe, her hands coming up to slip it from her shoulders. I took it from her and hung it on a peg while she turned to the chair. She was climbing on when I turned back, maneuvering her breasts into the 'holes'.
The controls on the pad allowed me to adjust the chair to fit her including deepening the cups. When she was comfortable I went for the oil, choosing a non aromatic one. I smoothed the oil in over her shoulders using the heels of my hands and slowly worked my way down.
When I got to her ass I had to stoop as I used my fingers to massage her cheeks. When I pulled them apart I was low enough to see her pussy wink at me from below her wrinkled rosebud.
My mind took a strange path as it followed a stray thought about what her fans would give to be in this position and how it was meant to be a punishment for me.
When I got to her thighs she stopped me, wanting to turn over. Straightening and stepping to the side I picked up the pad as she dismounted. I reset the chair to the normal sitting mode and she sat in it.
"Start on my thighs and work up this time," she requested as I adjusted it to her.
One of the settings widened her legs and I left them just wide enough for me to fit between her knees. My mind also saw its use as a bondage device, a strap or two here and there and she would be immobilised.
I had to stoop again as I started at the knee and worked up. My fingers squeezing the sides as my thumbs ran along the top. My massage was more sensual than therapeutic but she was enjoying it.
As I got nearer the top of her thigh I wondered if we were going to have sex here. If I widened her legs a little more I could comfortable eat her out, and probably fuck her. I let my fingers skim her mound, remembering that her breasts were her starter button.
With both thighs done I straightened a little and moved on to her abdomen, gently pressing as my hands slipped over the supple skin. Her breasts were next and I pressed further between her knees to lean in as I straightened up.
Her eyes were closed and she gave a sigh as I put my freshly oiled hands to the sides of her mounds to begin. Her nipples were half erect as I got to them, sliding under my palms and growing harder as I rolled them.
She was half panting when she asked me to eat her out, I enjoyed the taste and texture for long minutes before switching to her nub to make her cum. The smallness of the room seemed to amplify her cry as her thrusting hips rocked my back on my heels.
My cock was tenting my pants as I stood, ready to perform its function.
"Here or upstairs?" I asked as I cupped her breasts.
"Now," she gasped.
I undid my fly and pushed my slacks and shorts down, my cock springing out. Grasping it I bent my knees and rubbed my head over her folds. Then I slipped it in feeling her tightness as it penetrated deeper.
Her thighs stopped me from getting it all in and she struggled to open her legs wider as I started to rock my hips.
"Wait," she gasped.
I stopped, looking up to see her eyes meet mine.
"Open it wider," she ordered.
I reached for the pad and touched the icon, opening her legs. As they widened I pushed further in. When my skin met hers I lifted my finger and kissed her breasts while I slipped the pad into its holder.
I brought both hands up to her breasts as I started to fuck her again, gently squeezing and caressing them. Her hands leapt up to grip the top of my arms, her moans and sighs growing louder as I upped the tempo.
Her scream was a wail of joy as her body shuddered and her tunnel squeezed my shaft. Her hands pulled me in, fingers digging into my flesh as another shudder ran through her.
I could hear her rasping breath and feel her beating heart as I slipped my hands out and laid my arms to her sides, catching my breath before the finale. Her grip softened and her hands fell away as she let out a last groan.
"Oh God that was good," she said dreamily, her eyes opening heavy lidded.
I took that as the cue to resume and swung my hips back.
"No! Wait." She said, grabbing my arms. "Let's finish this in bed."
I dipped my knees and let it slip out. It took me a second to lean and grab the pad then step back. I hit the reset icon and as the chair straightened she leapt out, breasts bouncing making for her robe. I put the pad back and pulled up my shorts and slacks, doing them up as I followed her as she did her robe up on the way to the door.
Fortunately the lump in my trousers had subsided by the time we made it to the lounge. The few guests there paid us no real heed as we passed through and found a waiting lift.
In her room we started from square one again with her getting an orgasm from my tongue before we both climaxed. My ears rang with her cry of pleasure as she hugged me tight around the neck.
My heart beat with the adrenaline and exertion but the afterglow of my sexual release pushed it to the back of my mind. The seconds sped by and all too soon I felt it slip out, drawing a groan from her.
I rolled off and onto my side, throwing an arm over her as she snuggled in to back me. I wasn't tired, I lay there wondering what my last week might bring, and this one seemed to have developed into an easy routine, with good food, sex and near freedom.
My thoughts went from there to home, how my return might go, my job and the people there. They should be sympathetic seeing as they had the technical expertise to understand it wasn't my fault.
I'd find out how Jem felt, no doubt she would have messaged me and the tone of those would clue me in. I'd have to start thinking up the details for my story when I got home.
She stirred after twenty minutes or so, twisting in my arms.
"Would you like to marry me? I'll give you a good prenup," she asked as she faced me.
It took me a second to parse it.
