She was waiting at the bar when I came back through town. It was mid-afternoon, so the place was empty except for her and the pimple-faced kid playing bartender. She didn't turn around, but her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror behind the cheap stuff. Pimples looked up at me, and took a step back. She must have been telling him stories, and me in the tall flesh could be a little intimidating.
I had told her I would be back in five days, but it had been seven. Which means she had been showing up here for the last three days in that black dress. I couldn't imagine how many salesmen she had told to fuck off in that time, waiting for me. It wasn't on purpose that I was late, but at the moment it made me feel good, like I might be worth something, or like she might just have nothing to lose. Either way, I knew that whatever happened next would be on my terms.
She still didn't turn around when I came up behind her. She had an empty shot glass in front of her, and the same brand of whiskey we drank last time was filling the bottle beside her.
"Billy, we're gonna take the rest of this bottle upstairs," she said.
He was about to say something like, "I'm really not supposed to let you do that," when I took the bottle by the neck and told him to put it on my tab in room three two three. I watched his Adam's apple bounce as he swallowed hard before saying, "Yessir."
She stood and turned towards me, and it had the desired effect. I wanted every inch of her that I had last time, and somehow I wanted more.
"You should give him a big tip, Tommy," she said.
"You should show him your tits, Mother," I replied, "It's what he really wants."
She smiled and turned back towards Billy and said, "Do you want to see my tits? Or would you rather have twenty dollars?"
I reached in my pocket and peeled off twenty dollars and dropped it on the bar. He looked at the money, and looked back at her, picked up the money, but then he held it out to her.
I laughed, and she did too. Then she took her left tit out of the dress and leaned over close enough for him to reach it. He stuffed the twenty between her tits, but was careful not to touch them with me watching him. I just nodded, good boy.
She said, "For twenty dollars, you only get to see one." Then we both laughed again. He wasn't laughing, he was memorizing, for later.
She started to put her tit back in her dress but I told her to leave it out. Her eyes flashed, excited. She took the twenty out of her cleavage and stuffed it in my hand, and she turned towards the door and led me to the elevator, owning her one tit out look like she was on a fashion runway. The girl behind the desk might have seen her, or might not, but nobody else was around. When we got in the elevator, I told her to take off the rest, and she did. Dropping the dress on the floor. Naked beneath it. No panties for a gag this time.
We never saw that dress again.
But when we exited the elevator, she wanted me to go first, and I thought it was so she could hide behind me, but that wasn't it at all. It's because she didn't want to spoil the surprise.
The third floor hall was empty too, though there was a maid cart in the hall the other direction. I walked up to my room, swiped my key, stepped inside, then turned around and looked at her, naked in the hallway. She looked me right in the eye again, not afraid of being left out there. Not afraid of anything, at least not at the moment.
"If you leave me out here, you won't see your surprise," she said.
"What I see ain't no surprise," I shot back.
She smiled, "The surprise is what you haven't seen yet."
I could not imagine, but I was having fun trying.
I thought about teasing her more, by shutting the door and leaving her out there, just for a few seconds, but I knew I couldn't do that. I knew that would be too much like abandoning her, like she abandoned me. And that would cross the line. Because I owned her now. She gave herself to me when she showed back up at that bar.
"Get in here," I said, and she leapt into my arms.
I carried her to the bed and threw her onto it. She giggled as she was tossed through the air and landed with a bounce.
Then she looked at me with the sweetest face in the world and said, "Tommy, you know you can do whatever you want with me, anything, but before that, will you just come over here and fuck me first, just fuck me slow and gentle like a lover?"
Then she laid her head back on the pillows, her brown hair spilling all around. She placed her hands behind her knees and lifted them up, and slightly spread her legs. Just enough for me to see a hint of her pink slit.
"Please," she said, and I liked the sound of that.
"Keep saying that," I said, as I sat on the desk chair and took off my boots.
"Please, Tommy," she said, as I stood and took off my hat and started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Please fuck me, Tommy," she said, and started rubbing her nipples as I unfastened my belt.
"Tommy, please fuck your Mommy," she begged, as I laid my belt near her on the bed, and as I unfastened my jeans.
"Tommy, I need you to fuck me. I've been waiting for days. I haven't cum since you left. I can't cum without you. Please!"
I was standing naked at the foot of the bed, my dick at full ready. She spread wider for me. I reached out and slid her towards me down the bed until her pussy was on the edge. Then I lifted her hips to my groin. This may not be the sweet fuck she was asking for, but it's the one she was about to get.
"Give me the pillows," I said, and she pulled them down and I propped them under her hips. They were almost the right height now, so I only had to bend over just a little to slide my stiff dick inside her. I did, all the way in. I could feel her womb as I pressed against it, and her entire body tightened around me.
"Relax," I said. And I began to stroke inside her, slowly, but deeply, and strongly. She flowed with me as I moved inside her, and if I had not fallen in love with her before this moment, I would fall in love with her right now.
I felt every last secret inside her pussy. She relaxed like she was about to pass out, but not because of the alcohol this time. She just needed the waves to wash over her without fighting them, without tensing, without the frenzy. And the waves came.
