He came back, my Visitor. He had another business trip here in New York, but although he stood here longer, he’d been extremely busy. We had not been able to see each other and it was his last night here. As far as he knew, we were not going to see each other at all. But, did he truly believe that he could visit and I would not have the pleasure of at least one night?
This meeting was more a product of luck and chance than actual planning, unlike last time. Matilda was a maid at the hotel he was currently staying at; she’d been given the job about a month before his arrival. She and I had met through a mutual friend, and had sparked a friendship of our own. During a friendly dinner involving some very dirty martini’s, I told her about my weekend with the Visitor. She had later confessed to me how turned on she got, and how she masturbated to the thought of the event in bed. So, it was only natural that she would want to see who he was when he came to visit. I told her his room number, and one night after her shift, she went to his room under the pretext of bringing some fresh towels. She was in luck; he opened the door with his last fresh clean towel wrapped around his waist, covered in post shower wetness. Soon after, I received a phone call from Matilda.
“Scarlett, he is–oh my God!” She spoke hurried, and excited. “You lucky bitch! You got to fuck him?” My face flushed as I felt myself blush. I began to think of that first night, and the crossing of my legs was completely involuntary.
“Well, what can I say?” I wanted to see him again, but I also wanted to out do our last visit, and his schedule made it difficult to accomplish that. Then, Matilda said ”Maybe I can help you.” Together we quickly boiled a plan on how we could surprise him, and tonight that plan would come to fruition.
Matilda knocked on the door. He’d known who she was; she made sure to come after her shift every night so that he would get to know her bit. Besides, the flirting was a plus, seeing as he always flirted back. He opened the door, wearing only his underwear, his towel over his right shoulder, and a drink in his right hand. He had been waiting for her.
“Hi,” she said, smiling brightly at him. “This time I brought you towels and your dry cleaning.” She carted in a large covered clothes rack to the center of his room as he closed the door behind him. As she placed his towels in the bathroom she began talking to him. “So what do you have planned for your last night in New York?”
“Nothing actually. I’m just going to call it a night early and getting ready for my flight tomorrow.” The ice clinked against the glass as he moved his arm.
“That sounds terrible! You’ve barely gone out anywhere since being here. The last thing you should do is spend the last night here by yourself.” With the slight sweep of her hand, she knocked over a small vase on the dresser. She bent over at the waist to retrieve the item and it was now that she revealed her white garter attached to the white lace top stockings, and he noticed the black stiletto heels she had on.
“Clumsy me,” she said, replacing the vase to its rightful spot.
“I’m sure that was no accident,” he said, grinning wide. “But I get your point. Perhaps when you are done with work, you would like to come back and keep me company.”
“Well, you’ve caught me. No, that was not an accident; and since I am being honest, I will tell you that I am not working right now. I’ve been coming here every night right after my shift to see you. I thought you could use the company, and the fresh towels.” She held her breath momentarily, not sure what his reaction would be. He looked down and away for a moment, chuckling to himself. When he looked at her again, she noticed his cheeks were slightly pink; he’d been blushing. She took her chance then.
“I find you incredibly sexy,” she walked towards him, her movement completely feline, her hips swaying left and right as she grabbed a tie that was near by. “For the past few nights I’ve laid in bed, my pussy swollen with the thought of you. How it would feel to have you deep inside me,” she reached for his cock through his underwear and held on, circling behind him, caressing his back, and with her lips brushing against his shoulder, finishing her sentence with “in whatever hole you’d choose to fuck me in.” His skin rippled in tiny bumps and she felt his semi hard cock jerk under her palm. She took the towel and threw it to the side with her right hand; her left hand trailed from his crotch to his abdomen, up past his chest and end at his temple, where she placed the tie around his eyes, blinding him. She gingerly took the glass from his hand and place it to the nearest table. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, guiding him slowly and carefully to the bed.
“I want this to be incredible for you. But you have to trust me.” She laid him down on the bed and looked for more ties. After finding two more, she slowly straddled him and tied his wrists to the headboard. Her breasts dangled in his face as she made the knots, her pussy pressed against his thick cock. She purposely made it a little difficult to reach his arms; it gave her a reason to grind against him, and the moans escaping his lips meant he enjoyed it too.
“Now, lets test this out,” and before he could say another word, she place her mouth on his dick and shoved it as far back as it would go. His whole body jerked to the impromptu act, his arms attempting to pull away for a moment until he realized he couldn’t.
“Mmmm…it tastes delicious,” she said as she gave his shaft a solitary lick, tucking his member back into the underwear. “Don’t move an inch; I’ll be right back.”
He heard the click-clack of her heels walking toward the middle of the room. The next thing he heard both puzzled and scared him; it was the unzipping of something, but he wasn’t sure what.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a small bit of nervousness in his voice. And then he knew, without being able to see, that he and Matilda were not alone in the room.
CONTINUED…
-Scarlett
