by Logan Woods
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CAN I
TOUCH IT?
(with "A Hot Day at the Spa")
Logan Woods
Jeanette Lavia
Copyright © 2013 Steam Books Erotica & Romance
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I spent the whole afternoon hunting for the perfect little black dress, one that was sexy and revealing but not like every other little black dress in creation, right?
Evan promised me the night of my dreams and he didn’t put a limit on what I could spend. He’s forgotten parties and he’s dodged special events before, but ducking out on Trudy’s birthday was going to cost him.
Trudy’s been my closest friend since I started kindergarten. I didn’t miss her party, but I had to go without my husband. I didn’t even go home that night. Trudy and I got wasted and passed out on the sofa in her living room…but Evan didn’t have any need to know that. I let him worry about what we had done for two days before I let him off the hook.
The hairdresser cost him a bundle, the little black dress cost him even more. When he gets the bill for the five inch stiletto heel fuck-me pumps he’s going to experience a serious meltdown. We’ve been on speaking terms all week, but I’ve let him know he’s still in the doghouse.
You’d think after seven years of marriage he’d start to grow up, but he doesn’t show any real change from the frat rat I married, and to tell the truth, I kind of like that wild streak in him. I just wish he’d remember that some things are important to me and I hate going to these parties and get togethers alone.
Well, I got my revenge early today, and I’ll be standing there dressed and ready to go for his special function tonight, whatever the hell it is. And I’m going to flirt wildly with every male in sight so that my darling hubby doesn’t dare go wandering off with his ‘buds’ and leave me to fend for myself.
* * *
When Evan came through the front door I was standing there waiting, a perfect picture of the well-to-do upper class suburban housewife and dressed to kill.
“Wow, Natalie…” Evan said, holding me at arm’s length and staring at me with unabashed admiration.
I love it when he looks at me that way, like he could just eat me alive.
I let him kiss me, moving my lips away at the last second so that he didn’t smear the crimson slash of my lipstick. My long, dark hair curled under right at my shoulders, slithering across the bare skin of my back and shoulders and brushing the tops of my breasts, barely covered by the low-cut little black dress. When I shook my head, my hair shimmered in the light, just the effect I had paid so much for at the hairdresser’s salon this afternoon.
Evan was impressed. “I don’t even care what it cost, babe, you look absolutely delicious tonight!”
I thought my heart was going to burst…Evan was not given to hyperbole in his compliments. If he said it, he meant it.
He held his hand out to me and bowed at the waist. “Milady,” he said, opening the door and ushering me out into the night air, redolent with the honeysuckle and magnolia that covered the front lawn of our upscale Atlanta home.
I was walking on air. He guided me out to the BMW and then he even put the top up for me so that my hairdo wouldn’t get messed up. Mad as I had been at him all week, I don’t think I’d ever loved him more than I loved him tonight.
* * *
“Where are you taking me tonight?” I asked him coyly.
“I’m taking you on a private dinner cruise,” he said. “I know it’s something we’ve talked about…”
I was so thrilled that I leaned across the console in the BMW and gave him a big kiss.
My hand cupped his cock inside his pants for just a moment. “That’s so romantic,” I said, squeezing him gently.
I decided Evan had gone above and beyond in his efforts to please me tonight, and that I was going to make sure to reward him in his favorite way when this was over and we returned home. I watched the stars as we headed for the piers at Stone Mountain State Park, about fifteen minutes from downtown Atlanta.
* * *
The paddlewheel steamer was waiting for us on the dock, and there were only a few cars and trucks in the parking lot.
“Not many people here at all for a cruise night,” I said.
“That’s because this is a private cruise,” Evan said with a mysterious smile. He handed me a gold Venetian party mask with a matching golden ribbon.
“Here,” he said, “put this on.”
I quivered a little as I took it from him, and I tied it behind my head with mounting excitement. Evan had always been a sweetheart, but imagination had never been one of his strong points, and I wondered exactly what he was up to.
We walked to the beautiful white paddle wheel steamer, where we were met by the Captain in dress whites and a black party mask. He took my hand formally without saying a word and escorted us to the upper deck. There were a dozen or so tables, scattered cozily about the deck, far enough apart to ensure private conversations, and there was a single lit candle at each table…there were no other lights.
We walked to the table at the far end of the deck, where he seated me and left without saying a word. Evan’s mask was black, and his blue eyes glittered through the eyeholes as he poured me champagne in a crystal flute and handed it to me. I should have been alerted that something was up when the strains of “The Beautiful Ones” from Purple Rain floated through the air from hidden speakers. We always played that song on the stereo when we’re feeling a mite kinky.
I was distracted by the arrival of a string of cars in the parking lot. Everyone was getting out of high end cars, Bentleys, Porsches, there was even a very stately looking old Rolls Royce. The men were all wearing formal evening wear and the women, for the most part, were dressed in expensive variations of ‘little black dress’ like mine. Every single person stepping on board the boat was wearing a party mask.
Evan excused himself and went to the upper deck entrance, where he began to greet the guests. I was a little pissed that he had left me alone, but I was soon distracted by a very dashing and courtly man who sat down unaccompanied at the closest table and stared at me unabashedly.
His observation of me was nothing if not bold, and I could tell that he was appraising me sexually. It was a little weird, but honestly it was exciting as hell and I felt my nipples harden under his gaze. The man was a dead ringer for the movie star I fantasized about when I touched myself. Of course, I always share my fantasies with Evan, and Evan had often encouraged me to fantasize when we were fucking. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times Evan had made me cum while I described my fantasy lover and what he was doing to me. This man’s brazen evaluation of my body was making me horny as hell.
The last of the passengers was apparently on board, because the Captain disappeared into the wheelhouse and the boat slowly got underway. Evan was still visiting the tables where his guests were seated and talking animatedly to them. The champagne was flowing freely and waiters dressed in
formal wear brought out platters of boiled shrimp and all sorts of fancy finger foods to buffet tables in the center of the deck. The music turned to something romantic and some couples began to dance.
I was watching a young blonde white girl writhe against a very handsome masked man. It was a normal slow dance, but it seemed as if she might have started drinking before they got to the boat, because it looked like she was trying to fuck him on the deck and he had his tongue halfway down her throat. It was making me hot as hell watching them.
***
Evan kept glancing over at me and smiling. It was as if he was waiting for me to give him a signal or something, and I was getting pissed…this was supposed to be my night.
I felt a hand on my bare shoulder, and I turned around, startled, to see the man I had been watching standing beside me.
“Dance with me,” he said in a voice that pegged out my hormone meter. It was low and sexy and the sound of it sent a thrill of excitement chasing down my spine and into a warm ball of want in my lower belly.
God, he could make a fortune with a phone sex line. I looked up and saw that those glittering blue eyes were staring straight down the loose and low cut front of my dress at my breasts. He knows I know what he’s doing and he doesn’t care!
I stood up without saying a word and he put his arms around me. His hands were large and strong, and there was no hesitation as he took my right hand in his left and slid his right hand down to the cheek of my ass. When he pulled me close, I could feel the hardness of his sex as it strained against his trousers and pressed into my hard belly.
My knees went limp as I responded to his desire, but his strong arms and hands had no trouble holding me up. He knew damned well I was married, he could feel the wedding ring and band on my left ring finger…but I felt him lift my hips and then set me on the tip of his cock. The head of it was pressing my clit as he danced me around, my five inch heels barely brushing the floor.
He had carried me towards the back rail of the top deck, and there in the darkness he shoved my butt against the rail. His large penis was thrusting up against the thin fabric of my little black dress, and in spite of the danger of being seen, I opened my thighs so that the bulbous tip could rub more directly on my clit. I couldn’t help myself, it was like being caught in the pages of a romance novel…he literally swept me off my feet.
Sometime during the second song, Evan came back to the table we were sitting at earlier, and he was sitting there smiling like the Cheshire Cat when the gorgeous stranger brought me panting back to the table.
“I’m Evan,” Evan said, offering his hand to the stranger as we got close, and invited him to sit with us.
The stranger took his hand, dwarfing it as they shook. “I’m Tom.”
“She looks a little heated, Tom.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” my stranger said in that incredibly sexy tone of voice.
I was sitting on the chair with my legs crossed, I was dripping wet, and I was having trouble catching my breath. I know damned well that Evan knew how horny I was and why, and I didn’t understand how he could treat this guy so politely. I admit, I was confused. It got worse.
Evan pulled me towards him and put his hand on my breast right there in plain view of a perfect stranger, squeezing my nipple and driving me berserk. My nipples are really sensitive, and Evan knows just how to make me cum by tugging and manipulating them. Sometimes I make myself cum like that when I want to take a long time and enjoy it.
I heard Tom’s sexy chuckle when I responded hungrily to Evan’s kiss, one of his better ones. “Does she kiss just anybody that way when they squeeze her nipple?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Evan said mildly. The next words out of his mouth slipped the floor out from under me. “Why don’t you try it and see?”
I looked at Evan in alarm, and then suddenly Tom had lifted me in his arms again. His lips touched mine, hot, pliable, and unbearably sexy. I felt his hand cup my breast through my dress and then felt his tongue slip confidently between my lips. The moan came from deep in my lungs as his palm abandoned my breast and I felt his large fingers encompass my rigid nipple and begin to roll it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
I no longer had control of my body. I hung there limply in his arms, shaking as the pleasure radiated throughout my body while he kissed and fondled me.
Evan slid his fingers up the inside of my thigh and tugged aside the thin strap of the thong between my legs. “Yep,” he said, “I guess she does. She’s soaking wet.”
The kiss was over and I was sitting back on my chair, stunned. I stared at Evan, and then at Tom, in disbelief. Evan had never acted like this, and I had never had a stranger handle me so familiarly before. The odd thing was that regardless of the crowd surrounding us, what I wanted more than anything on earth at that moment was to strip naked and fuck Tom right there on the table with Evan watching. As I realized what I was thinking, I experienced the first orgasm of what was to become the most memorable night of my life.
I looked around the dance floor…hardly anyone had visited the buffet tables, but there were already a large number of empty champagne bottles. People were dancing and making out in the dim light of the deck, and oddly enough, there were a lot of empty tables. Before I could comment, Evan shocked me again.
“You really ought to suck on one of those nipples, Tom. Natalie’s one of those women who can cum just from playing with her nipples.” Evidently there was a look of shock or surprise on my face because Evan laughed.
I felt the spaghetti strap of a sleeve slide down, pulled by one of Tom’s large strong fingers, and he locked his eyes on mine as his handsome masked face slid down the front of my dress. It was all I could do to keep from screaming with delight as his full lips fastened around my still hard nipple and started to suck.
I swear I didn’t care if anyone was watching us or not, I wanted to be naked and I wanted Tom touching me everywhere, not just sucking one lonely nipple. I turned my head and looked at Evan. His hand was grabbing at his cock through his pants.
“I want to fuck him…” I hissed in a low, throaty, emotion-filled voice.
I’d never cheated on Evan, and I swear to god I never had any intention of pursuing my fantasies. Of course, I never dreamed that Evan would make something like this possible, either.
Our table was dimly lit and placed near the back rail of the upper deck, but people could see us even so. I didn’t care. My legs spread even before Evan gave me his nod of approval, and the hem of my little black dress crawled higher on my thighs until the white satin thong gleamed clearly in the murky light.
“I think it’s time we took our little performance down to the next deck,” Evan said peremptorily.
Tom took his hands off my breast and from between my legs and I swear I felt like crying, but when he bent down and lifted me in his arms I felt another thrill rip through my body. Good lord, he was strong!
The stairway down to the second deck was right there beside our table and Tom headed quickly down it. I looked back over his shoulder and past Evan to see that other people were using the stairs on the other end, but other people were forging ahead out there under the stars.
The young blonde I had noticed earlier had lost her dress and she was on her knees sucking a large handsome man who looked as if he might play pro football. I swear she grinned around that enormous cock as she watched Tom carry me down the stairs.
* * *
Evan opened the first door on the left and led us into a large stateroom. The only light inside was over the huge double bed, and Tom walked straight to the circle of light. He tossed me lightly on the bed and I leaned up on my elbows, looking at the two of them.
My legs were spread wide and my dress was rucked up above me hard, flat belly and one breast was exposed, the strap having slid off my shoulder.
I’m not going to deny it, I was panting and craving to be fucked…Lord, I had to have looked like the biggest slut ever. Hell, if so
meone could've seen me they’d probably cry foul, seeing these two white men approaching a black girl in a bedroom. But I knew this was something else, deep down. These weren’t just any shady white guys taking advantage of me. These were real men who were doing their duty: to pleasure the woman. Me.
Tom stood beside the bed, sliding his tux jacket off, and then his shirt. His chest was broad, and lightly covered with curly black hair. When he reached for the button of his trousers, his shoulders and arms flexed naturally but very impressively. I couldn’t help licking my lips, they were suddenly very dry.
He dropped his drawers and suddenly he was naked, standing boldly by the bed in front of my husband and his cock was so hard! I moved over closer to the edge of the bed, Tom’s huge erect cock just inches from my parted lips.
I glanced at Evan. “Can I touch it?” I said in a small voice.
I was asking for a lot more than touching and he knew it. Evan bent forward and kissed me, hard and long.
“Tonight you can do anything you want, baby,” he said.
Then he sat down in a plush overstuffed chair right beside the bed, took off his shirt, and opened his pants. He pulled his cock out, and it was already hard.
I turned my eyes to Tom’s swollen member, and my tongue darted out and curled around the huge glans to the glistening pearl of pre cum at its tip. It was slightly salty and tasted vaguely of honeyed almonds. I cupped his balls and started making swallowing motions as I took him into my throat. I heard Evan gasp and I grinned around Tom’s cock. I love sucking Evan’s cock, and I know how much watching me had to be turning him on…it was my turn to put on a show and I was going to make the most of it.
Evan and I had discussed this fantasy of his, watching me with another man, but I never dreamed he would take the next step, to make reality of that fantasy…or that he would combine my fantasy with his when he did it.
I felt Tom’s cock lurching in my mouth, and his balls were churning in their soft skin sack as I sucked him. With a loud smack, I took my mouth off him and knelt on the bed.
