candidates
available to me. I could test out my curiosities. They were both watching me,
and I smiled at them. I wanted to please them like they’d never been pleased. I
wanted each and every one of those thousand orgasms they might have experienced
to pale in comparison to what I was capable of giving them. I wanted to
enlighten them, like they’d enlightened me.
Tonight.
My plan made me feel more wanton than ever. Riley’s
hand was slung protectively around my waist. I was sun-tanned and windblown
and high from whiskey and youth and a killer endorphin rush. I wore nothing
under my short cotton dress. My long white-blond hair was disheveled, hanging
in loose coils. The world had taken on an ethereal glow and I felt beautiful. As
if to agree with me, Riley gave me a kiss that might have been more appropriate
in a private, locked suite than in the middle of an opulent hotel lobby.
Nate was handing out money like it was going out of
style, to the receptionist, to the valet, to the suitcase carriers. He checked
us in and ordered room service to be delivered to the presidential suite. He
wanted champagne, shrimp cocktail on ice and steak sandwiches. Immediately.
Amazing what money could do. Those receptionists
deferred to him like he was some kind of king or millionaire. Maybe he was. A
rugged, built, sexy-as-all-get-out one. And one that I was going to be
bunking with tonight, along with his equally-gorgeous, highly skilled cousin. I
couldn’t help basking in their beauty, as we waited for the elevator to take us
to the penthouse suite. And I couldn’t stem the curiosity: would Nate be
equally skilled? Or even moreso? Those bronzed, burnished muscles and the way
he filled out those worn jeans promised all I could handle. What would he do ?
What would they do?
How far would we take it?
The topic of my separate room didn’t come up. Maybe it
was the orgasm, or the way Riley was holding my hand, or the heat in Nate’s blue,
darklit glance, but we were all on the same page and well beyond any pretense
that tonight wasn’t going to involve at least one more orgasm. And more likely
many, many more. I was almost shocked by my private determination: I’m
going to use every feminine power I possess to pleasure them beyond all limits.
What the hell ?
This was a whole new me, God knew that. God might not
have approved of the new me, but I could live with that tonight. After
all I’d been through and all I’d put up with, I figured I deserved it. God
wouldn’t have put two studly cowboys in a red convertible onto Highway 69 just
when I’d needed them if it wasn’t meant to be, that’s how I saw it.
I was going with it.
We reached the fourteenth floor, and the bellboys
carried the suitcases through an open door.
Holy hell.
The suite was huge. One entire wall of the expansive
main room was glass, overlooking the night lights of Dallas. Sliding doors had
been left open, leading to a large balcony that was decorated with spotlit
tropical-looking plants. Even with the doors open, the air was cool, like the
air-conditioners had been left on high. The coolness would be swept away into
the heat of the night, but this was Dallas, after all. People didn’t worry
about the environment in this neck of the woods.
There were two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. I
wondered how it would all pan out, as far as the sleeping arrangements went.
Or if any sleeping was destined to take place, that is.
“Not bad, right?” Riley grinned, noticing how wide-eyed
I was by all this luxury.
“Not bad,” I whispered, as one of the waiters popped
the cork on the champagne and Nate tipped him. Then the waiters politely took
their leave.
I was glad again for Riley’s lightness. It could have
been awkward, the suddenness of this … scene. The unlikely scenario of us,
being here together like this. Strangers. Me and them. I think it might have
been
available to me. I could test out my curiosities. They were both watching me,
and I smiled at them. I wanted to please them like they’d never been pleased. I
wanted each and every one of those thousand orgasms they might have experienced
to pale in comparison to what I was capable of giving them. I wanted to
enlighten them, like they’d enlightened me.
Tonight.
My plan made me feel more wanton than ever. Riley’s
hand was slung protectively around my waist. I was sun-tanned and windblown
and high from whiskey and youth and a killer endorphin rush. I wore nothing
under my short cotton dress. My long white-blond hair was disheveled, hanging
in loose coils. The world had taken on an ethereal glow and I felt beautiful. As
if to agree with me, Riley gave me a kiss that might have been more appropriate
in a private, locked suite than in the middle of an opulent hotel lobby.
Nate was handing out money like it was going out of
style, to the receptionist, to the valet, to the suitcase carriers. He checked
us in and ordered room service to be delivered to the presidential suite. He
wanted champagne, shrimp cocktail on ice and steak sandwiches. Immediately.
Amazing what money could do. Those receptionists
deferred to him like he was some kind of king or millionaire. Maybe he was. A
rugged, built, sexy-as-all-get-out one. And one that I was going to be
bunking with tonight, along with his equally-gorgeous, highly skilled cousin. I
couldn’t help basking in their beauty, as we waited for the elevator to take us
to the penthouse suite. And I couldn’t stem the curiosity: would Nate be
equally skilled? Or even moreso? Those bronzed, burnished muscles and the way
he filled out those worn jeans promised all I could handle. What would he do ?
What would they do?
How far would we take it?
The topic of my separate room didn’t come up. Maybe it
was the orgasm, or the way Riley was holding my hand, or the heat in Nate’s blue,
darklit glance, but we were all on the same page and well beyond any pretense
that tonight wasn’t going to involve at least one more orgasm. And more likely
many, many more. I was almost shocked by my private determination: I’m
going to use every feminine power I possess to pleasure them beyond all limits.
What the hell ?
This was a whole new me, God knew that. God might not
have approved of the new me, but I could live with that tonight. After
all I’d been through and all I’d put up with, I figured I deserved it. God
wouldn’t have put two studly cowboys in a red convertible onto Highway 69 just
when I’d needed them if it wasn’t meant to be, that’s how I saw it.
I was going with it.
We reached the fourteenth floor, and the bellboys
carried the suitcases through an open door.
Holy hell.
The suite was huge. One entire wall of the expansive
main room was glass, overlooking the night lights of Dallas. Sliding doors had
been left open, leading to a large balcony that was decorated with spotlit
tropical-looking plants. Even with the doors open, the air was cool, like the
air-conditioners had been left on high. The coolness would be swept away into
the heat of the night, but this was Dallas, after all. People didn’t worry
about the environment in this neck of the woods.
There were two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. I
wondered how it would all pan out, as far as the sleeping arrangements went.
Or if any sleeping was destined to take place, that is.
“Not bad, right?” Riley grinned, noticing how wide-eyed
I was by all this luxury.
“Not bad,” I whispered, as one of the waiters popped
the cork on the champagne and Nate tipped him. Then the waiters politely took
their leave.
I was glad again for Riley’s lightness. It could have
been awkward, the suddenness of this … scene. The unlikely scenario of us,
being here together like this. Strangers. Me and them. I think it might have
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