Love Free Hotel

Wild Thoughts

The thought of some other couple outside, sitting near our door, enjoying their peaceful evening and then suddenly, between songs, they realize another kind of performance is happening right behind them. Would the man get turned on at hearing me; the woman jealous of me or embarrassed for me? Maybe the table would be nothing but bachelors and my moans would fuel their imaginations late at night when no one else was around. They’d fantasize about pleasing me in a way that only Stud ever has. We’d give them something to aspire to.

Stud gave me a light smack on the ass. Another gasp escaped me and the heat from it started to fade as quickly as it was felt. He stopped sucking my tit and looked me in the eye. “I’m starving, you know?”

“You should try drinking a tall glass of water then,” it came out breathy, “I’m sure you're mistaking thirst for hunger.”

“You must be right, you always are.” He was breathing hard too.

“Is there something you’re craving at this very moment?”

“Something sweet,” he answered as he started kneading my butt. I felt a pinch in my n*****s and an extra throb at my core. “Something…” he continued, “rewarding and smooth when it goes down.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Am I an aged whiskey?” “He smiled back at me as if already drunk on this fantasy drink of his. “More like a sweet nectar that sustains me.” I squirmed in his arms as he pulled me tightly against him. “Won’t you let me drink you in?” Another throb; My skin burning everywhere he touched and freezing everywhere he wasn’t. Would I be able to stay quiet enough? I bit my knuckle while contemplating. “Oh please Doll, I’m parched.”

“I-” I began, but then he stood up and placed me on the table that was arctic when compared to him. He leaned against me, one hand moved to my lower back and the other supporting him. He kissed me deeply and quickly. Mauled me down my chin, across my neck and stopped just before my ear. “I’m dehydrated, scorched,” he breathed into my ear. I gasped as electricity roamed down my neck and back to my core. “I’ll whither away if I don’t have it.” The sensation made me mad; it turned on something animalistic in me. “I-” He started fingering me, “Ahh-” He kissed me behind the ear as his fingers went deeper inside me. He started to pick up pace. I whimpered in pleasure. “Does that feel good baby?” I nodded. “Say it.”

“It’s good. It’s — ah — so f*****g good.” Hearing my own voice like that made me so horny. He started to rub his thumb over my c**t. I grabbed at the collar of his shirt with one hand and pulled it aside, biting his shoulder, trying not to let out a moan. He pumped me quicker, deeper. My hips began to grind against his hand with need. “Quench me,” he demanded, and my body trembled. I opened my mouth to answer, and he dominated me with another deep kiss. I gasped when he released me. “Let me lap you up, lavish you in lashings, worship you.” I nodded frantically, “y-yes,” I barely managed. Another suffocating hungry kiss. He pulled his fingers out of me and grabbed both my legs at the back of the knees. He spread my legs further and put pressure on them to hold himself up. He released me from the kiss and stayed there, breathing hard into my mouth and I, his. He gave me lingering kisses behind my ear, on my neck, down to my chest, a quick tease on my n****e. Each touch rushing through my body and pooling at my core.

I grabbed his hair desperately and felt him smile against my breast. “Oh please Stud, I’m burning.” He looked up at me, appearing more surprised than I thought he should be. “Please,” I pleaded, “I need it now.” He began on my c**t. Working his tongue in circles around it while he began to finger me again. I threw my head back in bliss, covering my mouth with one hand and keeping the other tangled in his hair. My legs began to shake, and I had to fight back the urge to close them around his head. He began to hum against my c**t, and it drew me to the edge. “Ohh, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k, f**k,” I whimpered against my hand. He pinned my legs down and began to lap me up. My back arched and my body convulsed under his lashings. The aching began to build and fester inside me until euphoria was reached. Stud continued to hold my legs down, breathing hard against my wetness as he watched me reach the summit. My head dropped slowly onto the table, finally breathing freely without my hand over my mouth.

Stud placed a soft kiss on my inner thy. “We’ve got 3 minutes left, Doll.” I began to get up from the table; Stud helped me to my feet. He held me at my waist and looked me over. I was covered in goosebumps, throbbing at my core, and each touch from him sent shivers across my skin. Stud looked back at my little black clutch at the back of the booth. “Did you put a pair of panties in there?” My eyes widened with a horrible realization. “What? What’s wrong,” he asked. “s**t, I knew I forgot something,” I admitted. “That’s okay,” he insisted. Stud stood up, closing the space between us. “Here, I brought a pair for tonight and here's this in case you need it, here's this too.” From his pocket he pulled out a black pair of lace panties and a monogrammed black handkerchief with the initials ‘SMM’ on it in a gunmetal gray. I took the handkerchief first and gave myself a few courtesy wipes. I had my head down and against Studs chest. Despite how many times we’d done this now, the cleanup always felt like the least sexy part and even embarrassing sometimes if I was being honest. Stud planted a kiss at the crown of my head. He knows how I feel about this part of the night and I know he’s just trying to comfort me but still. The thought of him kissing on me when my hand is down there is...

I handed the handkerchief back to Stud folded up. He sat back down and held the panties open for me to step into. I held his shoulders for balance. He wound up helping me into my dress in a similar manner, standing close behind me, adjusting the straps of the dress at my shoulders, planting small, soft kisses as he worked his way down my back. Each kiss a tickle that shivered across my skin. When he got to my lower back and finished tying my dress for me, he was back to sitting down. Stud is the only man I’ve ever met who could make dressing me as sensual as it had been for him to undress me. “Sit with me Doll.” He said sweetly, but I knew it was more of a command than a request. Luckily, for both of us, I was more than happy to oblige.

I sat across Stud’s lap with my back to the door. “Can you pass me my clutch please?” Stud didn’t answer but simply passed the clutch over. I pulled out my compact, a small square with painted cherubs on either side of it, and began to check my makeup before they arrived with the food. “You look exquisite as always,” he insisted. I smiled, but it was my lip stain I was worried about. Thankfully, it remained reliable and didn’t smear or fade. I put the compact back into my clutch, “Thank you for saying so.” I looked Stud in the eye and thought about our night thus far and what we had planned to come. Stud was staring back at me. I wish I could know what he was thinking. Was he as nervous as I was for this weekend or was he excited about whatever new venture he’d have after me? What had he decided he wanted out of this? Would I be able to handle what he chose? Am I even sure of my own choice?

Stud had one arm around me and his other hand was placed on my knee. He started to rub my leg. “Are you okay,” he asked.

“I think so.”

“Nervous?” He asked with a soft smile.

“Yeah, and you?”

“Of course I am.” He stared at me for a moment and then there was a knock at the door. “Please come in,” Stud answered. And they did. “Hello sir, hello miss,” greeted a young lady with short blue hair. “Tonight we have a couple’s shared dinner starting with jambalaya and a side of fried okra, and for the main we have a large lobster tail with a 16oz steak and two baked potatoes with all the fixings. For the gentleman, we have a 24oz bottle of Tennessee whiskey, and for the beautiful lady, a chilled sparkling wine.” As she described everything, a young man placed each item on the table, poured the drinks, and then waited to be dismissed. The young lady, Tamara, her name tag read, asked if anything was missing or not to our satisfaction. I was still in Stud’s lap but turned to see the wait staff. “It all looks lovely to me,” I answered. I turned back to Stud, and he gave them a nod. Tamara nodded back, and the young man placed an ice bucket, with the wine inside, down onto the table and then the whiskey bottle next to it. He then placed the wrapped utensils in cloth napkins down, before giving us a slight bow and leaving. “Thank you for saying so and here,” she pointed to a small button on the wall we sat against, lined up with the edge of the table, “If you need anything further, please do not hesitate to ask.” I gave her a smile and nodded. I imagine Stud nodded behind me as well. She gave a small bow and left, closing the door behind her.

I turned back to stud and met his gaze. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“Why are you sorry?”

“I’m really nervous,” I said honestly. It was embarrassing how nervous I felt about this weekend. ‘I really thought I could keep my cool, but I’m panicking about fumbling everything this weekend,’ but I couldn’t say that. “Do I make you that nervous, Doll?” He asked with a large smile. It was almost annoying how much he couldn’t contain himself. I nodded sheepishly, just as annoyed with myself. Stud’s lips pressed together, his temples flexing in thought. “I think we should have the talk now,” he said. “I know we agreed on the end of the weekend but… I’m nervous too, if I’m being honest.”