“So am I”, he groaned back.
And so all three of us came. He pulsated and twitched, I felt a deep warmth spread through my body and she made her way up the stairs.
Parker withdrew from me and began to pull his clothes back in order. I bought a little time by disappearing into one of the dressing rooms just as she entered the master bedroom.
A moment later I was able to emerge looking respectable once more, “Yes we really like this one, could we see how other rooms could be used.” I maintained a completely straight face but Parker couldn’t contain a smirk.
Fortunately the agent turned to lead us out of the room immediately. It meant she failed to notice the small torn piece of material at Parkers feet. I was tempted to leave it to mark my territory but at the last minute I bent down and swept it into my hand where I balled it up and tucked it into Parker’s pocket.
Parkers Proposition
“That was so exciting, just how close can you get to being discovered.” Parker pulled my torn thong from his pocket and mimed wiping his brow with it.
We had left the agent at the last property telling her we were going to give it some careful consideration. After our passionate romp in the main bedroom I could only see how each of the other rooms that we were shown could be used for sexual encounters. I think once you can see how you might live in a house then you can be pretty certain that the house is for you.
I could see us living all over that house. The huge kitchen would be fantastic for a large farmhouse table that would be plenty big enough to be tied to. I loved the views from the back balcony and it was private enough to be enjoyed while indulging in some tender and romantic love making. There were two stables out the back of the property and I was given plenty to ponder when I saw a selection of leather harnesses and a lovely short riding crop.
“Evie, you certainly like to live dangerously.” Parker exclaimed once we were sitting at a table in a small restaurant.
“But didn’t it make the whole thing more exciting. Could you feel the rush Parker when you knew that you might be discovered?”
“I could certainly feel something.” He fell silent and looked thoughtful.
I rested my hand over his, “What are you thinking about.”
“I just worry Evie, that we won’t be able to keep this level of excitement in our lives forever.”
“Why ever not… If we both want it, and we are both willing to keep working at it. I have enough fantasies stored away in my head to last us a good few years.”
Parker smiled across the table. “Do you know, I truly believe you will never run out of new ideas.” Once again those looks of worry passed over his face.
“And yet you are still worried, tell me what it is that is troubling you.”
“It’s nothing Evie, nothing to worry about.”
“If it is worrying you I want to know what it is.”
“It’s really nothing to do with us, its just one of my friends – my best friend really – I think that when I realise just how lucky I am to have found you it makes me think about…”
“Go on”
And Parker did eventually go on; he started to describe how concerned he was about his friend Adam. He and Adam had been friends since school but recently Parker had been aware that Adam had been less happy. Eventually Parker had got Adam to open up and had discovered that the couple that Parker had thought had the perfect relationship were thinking of breaking up. He told me how Adam thought that his wife, Ginny didn’t seem interested in him anymore; he thought that she was maybe seeing someone else.
Parker was clearly upset, but it triggered a whole chain of thoughts in my mind.
“Parker, perhaps they just need to inject some enthusiasm back into their relationship. Perhaps we could help them do that.”
Parker looked quizzical, “I’m not sure Evie, I don’t know whether Ginny would appreciate us getting involved, and she might think we are just interfering.”
“I think we could really help, you know how you are always saying that I come up with great ideas.”
“Yes but…”
“And I’ve also been having some thoughts about what I will do now we’re merging our personal life with our business agreement. This could give me a chance to try something out, experiment with an idea.”
“So you want me to agree to let you use my best friend and his wife as an experiment.”
This was not going the way I intended, I slipped my hand onto his thigh and leaned in, “I didn’t mean it like that, just hear me out.”
We paused while a waitress came over with the club sandwiches we had ordered. She had very dark skin and a lithe body, Parker seemed most interested in her ample hips and bootie.
“I think I could run a sort of relationship fixing service.”
That quizzical look had returned but this time I could also see scepticism in his eyes.
“Just hear me out, Parker. I just thought I could be like a relationship counsellor but instead of doing all the ‘searching through the soul’ that counsellors love to do, I could get really to the heart of problems and coach couples back on track. It could be just like I do for us, finding out what they really want for the relationship and then helping them to get it.”
I could feel my enthusiasm for the idea bubbling up and I knew I was talking at about twice the speed I usually spoke. Parker was still not looking enthused; this might be something I had to work on over a few days. I knew I would eventually get Parker to agree, but for now it was time for our fun.
“So Parker. What would you like to do with that waitress?” I nodded over in the direction of the kitchens where our waitress stood with a tray.
“Waitress, which waitress?”
“Now don’t try pretending that you haven’t noticed her, she is stunning.” She was a real beauty, with high cheekbones, strong features and a dazzling smile that contrasted the white of her teeth with the dark tone of her skin.
“You want me to try to pick up the waitress?” He looked confused and concerned at the same time.
“No Parker, I don’t want you to pick her up, I just want you to tell me what you would do with her if you were free and got the chance.” I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear, “Your turn to use your imagination, see if you can turn me on.”
Parker started a little hesitantly, this was a turn of role for him it was usually me that supplied the imaginative stuff.
“Well I guess I would start by flirting a little.”
“Tell me how”
“I would make sure our hands brushed against each other whenever there was a chance, maybe I would hold her hand a fraction longer than I needed to as I took the check from her.”
“That’s a good start but you are going to need to do more than that if you are going to have her tonight.”
He once again had that concerned look but I encouraged him to continue, “Perhaps I could just engage her in conversation, find out a little about her, see if she would let me know what time she finishes.”
“That’s better, Parker, you’re letting her know you are interested, then what.”
“I could see if she wanted to go for a drink,” he was becoming more enthusiastic, I could see that his eyes were no longer focusing on the room and that meant he was starting to live the fantasy in his head.
The fantasy continued at a much faster pace. She did agree to go for a drink with him and Parker picked her up at the front of the restaurant in his open top Mercedes. The car was just enough to show her his wealth without being gauche. He had several impressive cars to choose from but the Mercedes seemed just right.
He would take the opportunity of the car journey to find out more about her, and continue the extended physical contact. Using the hand brake would give him a chance to brush against her leg, making sure it was not too sexual but enough to gauge whether she might be interested.
Once in the bar she would make it clear that her interest had been peaked. Maybe she would take his arm
as they walked across from the car.
They would find a private booth to sit in and then the physical contact would be more prolonged until that first kiss. It would be a kiss that started with gentle contact until she made it a little more urgent. It would soon become obvious that they both wanted to let things progress to intimacy and that they would need to get a room. Parker would make a reservation somewhere using his phone, and then they would leave for the Mercedes.
Parker was doing well and I was getting stimulated by his descriptions. I wanted to hear more and I particularly wanted to hear what he found attractive about her. It was a strange feeling, partly curious, partly jealous but mainly very erotic.
I particularly asked about what he found exciting about her and he was more than willing to go on. He spoke about them falling passionately into the room when they arrived at the hotel. How they would tear each others clothes off and how she would stand naked in front of him. Her breasts would be full and her hips would swell out from her narrow waist.
He broke off when describing how she looked naked and wanted to check in that I was alright about hearing his description.
“Its fine Parker, I want to hear what you like and what you do. It will be me going home with you tonight and if you really entertain me now perhaps I might even play for you later, would you like to see me in a tiny waitress apron… and nothing else?”
Parker clearly really liked that as an image and for a moment I thought he was going to lose his story and want to take me home straight away. I called the waitress over and asked for more drinks, as she stood at our table I let my napkin fall to the floor. As she bent to pick it up Parker was treated to the sight of her shapely cheeks, straining at the material of her skirt.
She moved away and Parker let out the breath he had been holding.
He returned to his story and I watched as he entered back into the fantasy. He wanted her to be really willing and anxious to please. He would take her in his arms but he would feel her hands dropping down, one hand to take him in her grip and ensure that he continued to grow; the other hand to caress his balls. She would drop to her knees and take him deeply into her mouth, looking up at him as she ensured he became like a rod of steel.
Then he would take her to the bed where he would bend her over and take her from behind. He wanted to see her round buttocks as he entered her. He wanted to be able to stroke her bootie and reach around to play with her large breasts as they swayed from his thrusts.
Eventually they would both get onto the bed and she would sit astride him facing his feet. She would hold onto his shaft and gently feed it into her. Then they would move together and throughout he would be able to see that magnificent rear, hold the buttocks and press his thumb in between her tight cheeks.
By the time he had finished I felt ready to have him right there on the table.
“I think you need to get the car Parker. Make sure you get us a good room. I’ll just go and pay for the food.”
I needed to get Parker out of the restaurant because I required a prop for the evening. The waitress was quite happy to slip me a clean apron after I had tipped her with two twenties.
Parker was waiting in front of the restaurant when I came out and he powered away as soon as I sat in my seat.
I could feel the throb of the engine as he pressed his foot down hard and made the wheels squeal on the road.
I think it would be true to say that we were both keen to get to a hotel room, fortunately the place he had chosen was not far away. We picked up keys from reception and almost sprinted to the room.
I remembered the start of his story and as he touched the key card to the door I turned him round to face me, pressing my lips onto his and kissing him hungrily.
We fell into the room.
I could feel his hands tugging urgently at my clothes but I had a different plan for Parker that evening.
“You are going to need some control I need to go to the bathroom.” I breathed as I broke away from him.
Once in the bathroom I stripped off all my clothes and tied the small apron around my waist.
The effect when I walked back into the room was better than I could ever have hoped for. Parker looked like his legs were about to give way. He stepped back and sank onto the edge of the bed.
I smoothed the cotton apron down and stepped further into the room.
My bottom was not as large as the one belonging to the waitress but I did my best to make it sway as I moved towards him. The swaying hips had the added advantage of also making my full breasts move.
I played with the apron as I moved towards him.
Once I was just out of his reach I turned and bent forward, grasping my ankles.
Through my legs I could see Parker gazing appreciatively at my curves. I moved my ankles slightly apart so that his view would be totally unrestricted, then I paused and allowed him time to drink in the sight.
I stood back up and moved towards him so that I could sit astride his legs, opening my own legs widely.
I leaned back into him and moved my body so that it slid up and down his. I could feel him beginning to harden further between my cheeks.
I was beginning to feel wet and hungry; I lifted myself a little and reached through my legs stroking him a couple of times before letting his shaft enter deeply into my lips. He took one of my breasts in his hand and played with my nipple while I rotated my pelvis and stimulated both of us. Then I felt his thumb pressing between my cheeks, the pressure increased the sensation that was already building inside of me.
The position restricted our movement and meant that Parker was not deeply inside of me. I wanted more.
I stood and pushed him further up the bed so that I could ride him while facing his head. I lifted the tiny apron and covered his cock with it. Behind the apron I once more encouraged him to enter me. He seemed fascinated by the small piece of cloth that restricted his view so I played on that; pushing his hands away each time he tried to lift the apron.
I really enjoyed watching the expression of ecstasy as it built on his face. I could see that the tension was building and that he was about to build to his climax, but to my surprise he lifted me off before he could come and with supreme control began to calm himself with long deep breaths.
I watched completely intrigued and finally he brought his breathing back to a normal pace and spoke, “This is so beautiful, I want this night to go on for ever,” he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, holding the back of my head with one hand.
When he broke from the kiss he spoke again but this time that mischievous grin that I loved so much was back on his face, “Anyway you have not had enough pleasure yet, so far it has all been about me and for the rest of the night it is going to be about you.”
He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and lifted me round so that I was lying beside him, then he slid down my body and disappeared behind the waitress apron.
That tiny piece of material added a new dimension to the action that went on unseen behind it. I could feel the sensations as he gently licked and then thrust his tongue into me but not being able to see how he was moving intensified each move. The feelings were centred on my intimate space but I could feel sensation spreading out making the rest of my body tingle.
The stirring was becoming almost too much to bear but I just didn’t want it to end. I concentrated on a small mark on the ceiling and very soon felt almost separated from my body as though I was floating above myself and looking back at the action on the bed. Parker was using his tongue to explore me and the resulting spasms that shot through my body sent me to a state of bliss.
Gradually my mind returned completely to the physical sensation with the realisation that I felt like I was about to explode. A guttural roar passed up through my body and exploded out of my throat, I could feel my legs thrashing and my hands moved down to grasp fistfuls of his hair. Every sinew of my body tightened and I felt waves of emotional sensation cascade through my body.
“P
arker, Parker, oh my God Parker.”
He paused his exploration and waited with his lips still pressed on me until the spasms subsided.
Once I was still he slid up my body and I felt him at first pressing on my opening and then penetrating deeply. Almost instantly the sensation built once more and I was unsure whether I would be able to endure such intensity again.
“No, no, no.” I moaned and Parker stopped still deep inside of me, “Please Parker take me now. I just want you so much.”
With that reassurance Parker resumed his thrusts but this time with even greater power. I felt his length slide easily in and out, pounding down into me. One of his hands was gripping my buttock and pulling me towards him each time he made a forward thrust.
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