Undressing Elizabeth

by Jacquelyne Alberta

  He sat on the edge of the bed, looking through the gap between the curtains, waiting for those lovely huge tits to go bouncing by. When he arrived, he’d texted and told her the room number and that the door would be unlocked. Fuck. I’m getting hard just thinking about her. The way she looks when I squeeze those nipples, the way she cocks her head back and her mouth opens just that little bit. Drives me crazy, absolutely crazy.

  The sound of a car, that’s her? Maybe?

  No, it kept going.

  He stripped the top cover off the bed and put it on an old wooden chair that was by the door to the bathroom and sat on the sheets. They’d be clean, that much he was sure of. The covers, well you just never know if they’ve been cleaned since the last person was there.

  He leaned back on the bed and touched himself. He loved touching his cock. He never masturbated. There was no need. He always had more than an adequate supply of tight little holes that he could milk his rod into. He looked over at the bedside table. The open box of condoms was sitting there, partially open, and he could see her initial under the top flap. Eight left in the box, I’ll bang her eight more times, then that’s it. Then, I move on. That’s the rules, my rules.

  He barely noticed the sound of her car as it blended in with all the other muffled sounds coming from outside the window. His cock noticed though. It jumped to attention in his hand as a blur quickly moved past the window.

  He sat up and, laughing softly to himself, looked at his erection. “Fuck, you can tell pussy is close, can’t you? You must be able to sense it.”

  He looked up to see Elizabeth standing in front of him, door locked behind her. She had a wry smile on her face. “What are you laughing at, Gretzky? This is your private place? What is it, one and a half stars? This place is a real find.”

  At first he was too stunned to answer as he looked at the vision in front of him. She had her hair curled around her face, the same way she’d had it during their office rendezvous the week before. This time, though, she wore a trench coat, tied tight at the waist with a belt, accentuating her womanly hips. The coat ended above her knees and the flaps of it were partially open. From where he sat on the bed, all he could see was skin. Lovely smooth skin, from her legs all the way up, and then more skin peeking at him under the flaps of her coat.

  Trying to keep his composure, he gave her his own cheeky smile back, as he answered. “No, it’s three stars and you’re in luck, I checked the sheets and I’m pretty sure they changed them last night.”

  He didn’t wait for her to respond. She’d been in the room for about twenty seconds and that was twenty seconds that he could have had his hands on her. Standing up, he covered the distance between them in a flash and grabbed her by the waist. When he kissed her, he automatically pushed his lower body onto hers, his cock anxious to get closer to her pussy. Grasping at her belt, he spoke in between frantic kisses, “Let’s get you undressed, Elizabeth. Let’s see what we’ve got under here.”

  She teetered a little on one of her high heels and stood slightly back from him. Gently, she took the belt from his hands and untied it. When the coat fell to the floor, Jim breathed in as though he were sucking the last bit of life into his lungs. She’d practiced this moment and wanted to see the effect it would have on him, he could tell. He didn’t care though. The woman with the red bustier in front of him was as delicious a woman as he’d ever seen. He just needed to steady himself for a moment. He just needed to catch his breath and take it all in before putting his hands on her again.

  Elizabeth spoke first. “Say something, Gretzky. I went to a lot of work to sneak in here like this.”

  “Fuck.” It was all he could say and it was all that seemed appropriate at that moment. She was wearing a tight red bustier that somehow held her massive mounds of tit suspended in mid-air. They were overflowing from the outfit, threatening to spill over any second. His eyes worked their way down, drinking in every bit of her. And then, he saw it. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, he saw it. Below the frilly red skirt, she was wearing a sheer pair of see-through panties and her pussy lips were primed right up against them, succulently waiting for his tongue.

  She started to speak, but he was on her. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pushing her backwards onto the bed. She slid upwards, as he pulled her legs apart and put his head between her legs. There was no time to remove the panties, so he licked right over them, probing his tongue hard into the opening of her pussy, while holding her legs apart. Elizabeth made a sound as though she was shocked or surprised, then little breaths came from her as he pulled the fabric aside and flicked his tongue inside her. Instinctively, he worked his tongue on her clit, pushing it until he found her magic button. As she bucked her hips towards him, he held onto her waist and worked his tongue to the rhythm of her breathing. It wouldn’t be long. She was turned on, too. Fuck, she was wet. Her back arched away from the mattress and she pushed her pussy straight up into Jim’s face. Gently, he held her down, curling his fingers around the back of her ass, all the while making little circles on her button. He alternated between running his tongue along her pussy lips, to going back to her button. He loved her taste. She tasted like a woman was supposed to taste. She tasted like sex. Keep going, keep the rhythm. She tightened up, stopped breathing for a moment, and he knew that she was there. Gripping his fingers into her ass, he held his head tight between her legs and waited for the impact.

  Elizabeth bucked hard and said the words that women had been saying to him every time he worked his magic. “Yes, fuck, yes. Oh, yes.” As she spoke, he felt a tremor coming from inside of her. It felt as though her pussy was vibrating all on its own as her body convulsed in orgasm. It seemed to have a mind of its own as it bucked up and down, as though possessed by some internal force. Finally, her body settled back on the mattress.

  “Holy crap, girl, I’m thinking that you enjoyed that.” He stroked the outside of her legs as he said it and looked up at her soft brown eyes. She really was a sight to behold. All week long she looked like a perfect lady, somebody’s wife, somebody’s daughter, but right now, on this bed, she was a dirty girl, his dirty girl. She smelled like sex and she looked like sex. Her hair was slightly mussed from where she’d been grabbing hold of it while he tasted her pussy and she had small drops of perspiration on her forehead. Her mouth was open a little, too; her lower lip quivering as though she’d just had the first orgasm of her life.

  She didn’t answer him. She didn’t have to. He’d satisfied her, but she wanted more. He knew that. She moved her body a little farther up the bed, and spread her legs even wider. He gave her the Jim Gretzky smile. He couldn’t help himself. This really was one of the most beautiful desirable women that he’d ever been with.

  Tracing his hands up the side of her body, he slowly planted little kisses all the way from her perfectly trimmed pussy to her stomach. Sometimes, his kisses landed on her skin and sometimes on the sheer red material of her outfit. Each time he kissed her, her body stirred a little in gratification. As he reached her stomach, he slid his hands to her chest and cupped her breasts. It was time to play with the very things that had almost driven him insane for the past two years.

  Elizabeth had a mischievous grin on her face. It was as though she knew exactly what he was thinking; as though she knew exactly the power she’d had over him. Reaching forward, she grabbed his tie as it hung loosely in front of him. “That tie, those ties of yours, drive me nuts. There’s something about you and those ties.” She held the end of it between her long, carefully manicured fingernails, then gave it a tug and pulled his face towards hers. Her kiss was wet and her tongue pushed far into his mouth and all the while, she kept holding onto his tie.

  His mouth stayed on hers, his body now resting on top of her, his cock pushing against the wetness between her legs. He left her lips and kissed her cheek, then whispered into her ear, “You like my tie, Elizabeth. Or, do you like what I’m going to do
to you with my tie?”

  There was a slight hesitation, a slight change in her face as he said the words. He loved it. The smile stayed on her face, but it wasn’t as cheeky now. It looked like she was trying to stay brave, but she wasn’t quite pulling it off. Grabbing her by the wrists, he raised her arms above her head, towards the headboard. Then, sitting up with his knees on either side of her, he undid his tie and pulled it off.

  She knew. Her mouth formed a perfect little “O” as he looped his tie through the slats in the headboard and then wrapped it around her wrists. She made no sound; she just breathed in a little as he tightened it up, and restrained her arms above her.

  “Now, let’s have a look at these fucking things.” It took him two hands to remove each one of her enormous breasts from its apparatus. She winced slightly in pain and her bound hands twitched as the wire from the bustier slipped underneath her tits and pushed them straight out towards him. Jim looked at her for an instant. Yes, she had felt the pain, but her eyes were saying go further. Her eyes were telling him to keep going. He focused on the two delicious mounds that were in front of him. Putting his hands around one at a time, he pushed as much of her tasty flesh into his mouth as he could manage. As he pulled his mouth away, he caught her nipple in his teeth and looked back into her eyes. When he bit hard onto her nipple, she bucked her body in pain and her smile became a grimace as she clenched her teeth together. She started to make little noises as he squeezed her tits together trying to force both nipples into his mouth. The little noises seemed to be coming from the back of her throat and were mixed with her breathing. They said only one thing to him. They said, “More.” The noises meant she needed more.

  Quickly, he rolled over beside her on the bed and slipped his pants off, then his underpants. When he rolled back onto her, she was pushing her body into his while yarding her bound arms, trying to break free from the headboard. With lightning speed, he opened one of his little envelopes and put a condom on his throbbing cock. Then he leaned onto her, placing one hand on her arms, gently pushing them down and keeping her in place. With his other hand he ripped away the see-through panties, the material tearing away easily, from her body.

  It didn’t feel like it did the day in their office. She was even wetter this time and when he put the head of his cock on her pussy lips, it slid up and down, like a toboggan going down an icy hill. The end of his cock twitched, aching to get into her little hole. Trying to resist for a moment, he teased it on her pussy lips. It was futile though. He had no choice. He had to be inside her. With one hand on her wrists, he put his face beside hers. He could feel her hair on his cheek. He could smell her perfume. Lifting his body up slightly, he pushed his cock into her, probing all the way as far as he could extend it. The feeling was electric and he thought he was going to come on the first stroke. They both exhaled at the same time, seeming to make the same noise as the air escaped from their lungs. She didn’t flinch though and when he slid back and forth into her, she pushed back immediately, her body working against him, with him and against him again.

  She hadn’t spoken since he’d bound her and when she did her voice was quiet, breathy. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me. I can’t believe how fucking good that feels.” She laughed in between breaths as she said it, slightly wincing from the thick pulsing rod that was moving in and out of her.

  Jim removed his hand from her wrists, pivoting himself up slightly and grabbed a hold of her breasts. His face was on fire, beet-red, as he put his mouth from one to the other all the while pumping into her. Every time he pushed in, it was pure pleasure and every time he pulled back the pleasure doubled. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. Her tits, those tits, in his mouth. Her nipples, hard as rock candy, his tongue on them, flicking them towards his teeth, then a little bite, and pop them free. Her wrists, still bound by his tie, were pulling at the headboard. And, when he looked up, that mouth, that glorious beautiful mouth, pouting at the ends, groaning, gasping. He felt something inside, from her exquisite, tight, little pussy, at the same time he felt the rise in his own groin. There was a tremor inside her. It felt like a very minor electrical shock on his dick and he knew exactly what it meant. He slowed his pace down, and drew his breath in; doing everything he could to withhold his own orgasm.

  Elizabeth made a low long moaning noise. “Oooooohhhhhh. Oooooohhhhhh. Please. Please.”

  Sweat trickled down the side of his face and he clenched himself, holding back, holding back. His cock felt like it was going to split wide open. When the tremor in her pussy became a full-blown vibration, he couldn’t stand it any longer. He reached beneath her and grabbed her ass. While she thrust her mound of pussy into him, pushing him upwards, Jim pumped his dick, hard and fast inside her. And then, he released. It felt like he’d been dying and someone had just given him oxygen. He tensed as the water line split open and he sprayed his cum inside her. It seemed to go on forever, but when it did end, and there was no more to give, every part of his body relaxed in gratitude. He couldn’t stop though. He didn’t want to. Even as his cock returned to its normal size, he kept stroking, holding onto the lovely softness of her ass, enjoying it every time he entered and withdrew.

  Rolling over on his back, beside her, he stared at the woman beside him, and saw the look. It was the same look he’d seen in so many women, in so many rooms like this. This is how things should be. Real life, the life you live out there, outside of the motel rooms, is full of compromises, and has been ever since Adam took a bite out of that fucking apple. This is life without compromises. This is how life is supposed to be.

  “Um, Gretzky...” Elizabeth pursed her lips together and raised her arms slightly, indicating that she was still bound.

  Jim laughed, and leaned over, and undid her, then, very carefully, he removed his tie from the headboard.

  * * * *

  Three sweaty orgasm-filled hours later, Jim took the condom box from his briefcase and placed it under his car seat once again. Five left, only five. Fuck, he’d miss her. This woman was lots of fun. Starting his vehicle, he thought about a secretary who worked for one of his clients. “Dar” or “Darla”, he wasn’t sure which. A girl with the initial, “D”. Yes, that would be nice. “D” is a very good letter. She might be just the right replacement for Elizabeth. Yes, she might work out just fine.

  Driving home, he let out a sigh. It’s funny. This is the best feeling, the absolute best. Looking around to make sure no one was watching him, he spoke to his constant companion, his penis. “Yes, I know. The best part for you is when you get off. Not for me though. This is it, the drive home. This is it for me. This is my best part.”

  He shook his head and tried to smile. He couldn’t though and it was a few moments before he spoke again. This time there were tears in his eyes, as he tried to block out the laughter that he’d heard coming from an apartment several years earlier. “Yeah, I know,” he said, still shaking his head, “It’s fucked up. It’s really really fucked up.”

  Chapter Eight

  Driving home from the motel, Elizabeth stopped at a light and rubbed the redness on her wrists. She pulled the sleeves of her trench coat down lower, covering the marks Jim’s tie had made. Long-sleeved shirts for a few days and no one would suspect a thing. They’d been so careful. It was working out perfectly. Their employer would never suspect the company’s two prize employees had called in sick and David wouldn’t be home from work for hours yet. He’d never have to know. The feeling was back, the perfect feeling of freedom.

  She wondered how long they could do it, how long this would last. Gretzky was fun and discreet and she was sure he knew how to keep a secret, but surely this couldn’t go on forever. Months maybe, or who knows, maybe they could do it for years. Or, maybe she’d tire of him, and she’d need to find another Jim Gretzky at some point. It didn’t matter, for now it was enough to keep her amused, keep her from thinking about a big empty house with unfinished rooms, and an eight person table that sat only her and her distant
, uncommunicative husband.

  As she turned onto her street, she glanced in the mirror one last time and smiled, and kept smiling. She smiled all the way as she pulled her car into the driveway. She’d done it hundreds of times before, maybe thousands. It was automatic. Pull the car in, push the button for the window to go up, step out of the car and press the button on the fob to lock it. She kept grinning. She couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop right up until she realized that she was standing beside her husband’s car, her husband’s car that should still be at the police station for another three hours. It couldn’t be there. It shouldn’t be there. Nervously, she looked onto the street in front of her house and it wasn’t empty either. There was a police cruiser, parked in the wrong direction, sitting empty. When she did finally look at the front of her house, she saw the door was open, and a young officer was standing there, watching her.

  “Come on in, m’am. It’s okay, come on inside.” He was waving his arm towards her in a reassuring way, inviting her into her own house.

  Her smile quickly disappeared and all she could hear was the thump, thump, thump of her heart beating loudly against her chest. Suddenly remembering what she was wearing, she pulled the flaps of her coat down in front of her and covered her bare legs. There was no reason for David to be home, none at all. A thousand different scenarios ran through her head as she walked towards her front door.

  Her living room had seemed so spacious when she left that morning, but now the walls were closing in on her. David was sitting on his easy chair by the window, his work shirt unbuttoned part-ways. He was leaning back staring at the old picture of his father and himself that sat on the mantle above their fireplace. His gun and holster, instead of hanging safely in their bedroom closet, laid on the coffee table, stretched across it as though it had been thrown there recklessly.