There is always tenderness between my mother and me. We are always gentle with each other and spend the necessary time together to make sure the other is pleased and satisfied. But this event is in a different category. This was considered a mission. A job needed to be done. Torture was necessary. We would make this happen.
I had only known Robert through emails; we had never met. After months of our email relationship I went away without notice. But I knew where he was and it was time to meet.
To make a long story short, let's skip to the hotel room. From there I called Robert and asked if he could come see me. He was surprised at my call because I had "disappeared" and he hadn't known why. But he came over right after work, and now he was handcuffed (with his own handcuffs, nonetheless - he's a cop) and sitting helpless in an otherwise comfortable chair. (It's a story in itself how I got the better of him but I promised I would not let his fellow cops know he had been taken.)
I knelt down on the floor in front of Robert. "Are you OK?"
"So far. Now are you going to explain?"
"Of course. Do you remember when I told you that the first time we met I wouldn't want you to touch me?"
"Yes."
"Well, this is to make sure that you won't, because frankly I'm not convinced that you could keep your hands off me," I said.
I stood up and turned around. "Do I look like you thought I would?"
"Very close."
"Are you disappointed?"
"Not at all."
"I'm glad. I have someone I'd like you to meet."
I saw his eyebrows raise. He was not expecting anyone else. I went to the door to the bedroom and opened it. Without waiting I turned and headed back toward Robert. His eyes stayed on the doorway. When she came through the doorway his eyebrows went up further.
I knelt down again on the floor in front of Robert. She came and knelt beside me. His eyes were still on her and I could tell he was intrigued and very much wanting to know who this was.
"Hello, Robert," she said. Then she turned toward me, and I turned toward her, and we kissed. Our kisses were very full on the mouth and quite passionate. As we kissed we began to caress each other. We both were wearing long skirts and long-sleeve blouses. Our skirts were wrap-arounds, and as we were facing each other on our knees we untied our skirts and let them fall. We both had on bikini panties but our blouses covered them. We heard Robert groan - the kind of groan that says he's getting warm inside. He doesn't know what to expect. He had no idea if or when we would have him join us. And that's how we wanted it.
We continued to kiss as I unbuttoned her blouse. When I parted it I began to fondle her breasts through her bra. He saw my hands go in, but he couldn't see them holding her. I moved my mouth to her neck on the side away from Robert. She turned her head for two reasons: One, so I could have better access to her neck and, two, so she could look into Robert's eyes.
As she looked at him she took her blouse and opened it all the way - pulled it behind her - and gave him the sight of my hands on her bra as they massaged her breasts through it. She let her blouse fall to the floor. Her eyes were still on his face. His eyes went back and forth from her face to my hands. He was hard and there was a small wet spot on his pants. Poor Robert; he had to make the best of it.
She kept her eyes on Robert as she unhooked her bra and let me touch her nipples directly. Then she began to unbutton my blouse. As she did I looked at Robert, too. When she finished unbuttoning me I pulled my blouse apart as she had done hers and let it slide down my arms behind me. I was not wearing a bra. I kept my eyes on Robert as he looked at my very small breasts and very large and hard nipples.
Now, with our blouses gone, Robert could see our panties. We were both wearing white cotton bikinis. As we kissed again, we each put a hand on the other's mound. We pressed a finger into each other's wetness through our panties. We moaned from pleasure while Robert moaned out of frustration; he couldn't even touch himself. He was hard and could do nothing about it.