by Lexi Archer
“Do you have a reservation?” the guy asked.
“We do,” she said. “My husband registered it online. It’s under last name Thomas?”
The guy hit his keyboard and continued glancing between the screen and my wife. I also noted how he occasionally spared a glance for me, no doubt wondering if I was seeing him seeing all the way to China on my wife’s chest. Well I was, but I stood there and played oblivious wondering what this guy would think if he knew that watching him watching my wife putting her tits on display like that was giving me one hell of a hard on rather than pissing me off!
“I see,” the guy muttered to himself as he hit a couple more keys. “The problem is we sort of got overbooked for the weekend through the online service you used and I’m afraid we don’t have enough rooms…”
“Oh dear Chris!” Leslie said. She was really laying it on thick now. I glanced at the other guy standing behind Chris the manager and sure enough the dude’s eyes were glued to that spot where my wife’s shirt had fallen open. I glanced down and chuckled when I realized that not only were his eyes glued to that spot but he was also sporting a massive hard on staring at her tits.
It was nice to know she could draw the attention of a college guy who presumably had younger hotties he could look at all day long!
My wife leaned forward again, if she did that much more then she was going to be laying on the desk rather than standing on the ground, and her hand shot out and came to rest on Chris the manager’s hand. He cleared his throat and glanced at me, but from the subtle smile that played across his face he didn’t mind her touching his hand. No, he didn’t seem to mind one little bit.
I could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. He was probably thinking about how much he’d like my wife to be doing a hell of a lot more than just touching his hand. Hell, as I was watching this interplay between the two of them I found myself thinking just how much fun that would be to watch her touching a hell of a lot more than his hands even while at the same time knowing there wasn’t a chance in hell that anything like that was going to happen.
“Isn’t there anything you could do about that Chris? For me?”
He cleared his throat again and for a wonder his eyes were rooted to the spot where her hand was touching his rather than to the spot where her halter top was spilling open giving both of these guys an unrestricted look at her chest which was heaving now as she really played it up. Meanwhile my cock was throbbing in time with her breathing and I felt like I was going to pass out from blood loss. My cock had been throbbing like this for quite some time, after all, and it was getting more and more difficult to maintain control with each passing moment.
“Let me see if there’s something I can do,” he said. “Wouldn’t want the two of you to have to go to our sister hotel on the other side of town, after all!”
“Oh no, I wouldn’t want that. I’d love to stay here where you have nice helpful people like you Chris,” Leslie said. She never took her hand off of his. His breathing seemed to be picking up as well, though I couldn’t see down between his legs to see his arousal situation because he was blocked by the desk.
I had a feeling his cock was probably just as hard as his coworkers though. Just as hard as mine!
“Well we really don’t have any regular rooms we can give away,” Chris said. “But I could go ahead and upgrade both of you to one of our suites at no extra charge. What would you think of that?”
He looked up at both of us with a triumphant smile, though his look to me only lasted a moment. Apparently my oblivious husband act was working because he seemed to think he could look at my wife all he wanted and I wasn’t going to see a thing.
I sure as hell wasn’t going to say a thing to stop him!
“That sounds wonderful Chris! You’re so nice to do that for us!”
Leslie’s voice sounded breathy. It sounded almost on the edge of that orgasm she’d had earlier in the car when she first started showing off for some of the truckers. In short, her voice was pure sex and it seemed to be having an effect on this guy as he cleared his throat again and then tried to adjust his tie with one hand.
In fact he seemed to be doing everything with one hand since he didn’t seem in any hurry to move the hand Leslie had resting on his.
I had a feeling that wasn’t the only one-handed thing he was going to be doing tonight while he thought about my wife.
Leslie turned to me and for once I got a view of what these other guys were seeing, and damn was that one hell of a view!
“Isn’t that nice of Chris here to upgrade us like that?” she asked.
“Very nice honey,” I said, though it came out as more of a croak than actual words. I was having trouble using my words considering the sight that was greeting me. It definitely answered the question of whether or not they could see her nipples when she was leaning over the desk, because I could see everything. I could see it all.
Damn!
We got our keys and headed up to the suite and it wasn’t a moment too soon. My cock was throbbing all the way up and it was all I could do to keep it under control. It was all I could do to keep from jumping my wife and taking her right there in the elevator, though realistically it was more the security camera that kept me from making a move than anything else.
I thought we couldn’t top what happened in the car on the drive over here, but Leslie had surprised me once more. I couldn’t think of a way she could possibly top what she’d just done, but she was about to prove that was very possible.
4: Wanna Do it?
As soon as we were through the door to the suite, a very impressive looking room thank you very much, Kyle was all over me. He tossed the bags to the ground and then he was pressing me up against the door. His hard cock was pressing against my pussy and I moaned as his mouth descended on mine and he picked up right where he’d left off in the car.
Fuck were his kisses incredible. Almost as incredible as the feel of his cock grinding up against my pussy! Damn that was something that I’d needed all day! It was so much better than feeling my hand down there between my legs which I’d done a couple of times as I kept myself on the edge the entire car ride over here without ever quite going over again like I had that first time I showed off for some random trucker.
Kyle’s hands were all over me and fuck it was so hot.
Of course it helped that I was already so hot. I was already so ready to go. I needed to feel a man inside me after that display I’d put on down at the front desk. It was amazing how those guys went from being off in their own little world to falling all over themselves to help me out and all it took was showing a little bit of flesh. It was also one hell of a turn on knowing I still had what it took to pull college guys.
It was one thing to look at yourself in the mirror in the morning and say you didn’t look like you’d aged one bit since college, but it was another thing entirely to find yourself validated by younger guys checking you out.
Though that Chris one looked like he was a little older. Maybe freshly graduated, but still young. And still looking damn good. Those broad shoulders, that shaggy hair, the way his brown eyes seemed to pierce my soul when he looked into my eyes. On the rare occasion that he was looking into my eyes, come to think of it, considering his eyes spent most of their time focused squarely on my chest.
Which was just fine with me. After all, that was why I was leaning forward. That was why I picked a halter top that had a built in bra. It was all part of the show and all part of the fun even if the show was more for my husband than for them.
My husband. God Kyle felt so good groaning against me. I must have gotten him good and turned on with my teasing, though wasn’t that the idea? Only the teasing wasn’t over. No, not by a long shot. I’d decided this was going to be a fantasy weekend where I pushed boundaries for my husband, and that included tonight.
So as much as I hated to do it, I moved a hand out to his chest and pushed him away. Pushed his delicious lips away from m
ine. He groaned in frustration and then he was standing there at arm’s length, chest heaving, looking at me as though I’d gone completely crazy.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing’s wrong baby,” I said. “It’s just that if you keep that up I have a feeling we’re going to fall into bed together and I don’t want that to happen.”
“You don’t? What the hell Leslie?”
I held up a hand to stop him before he could really work himself into getting upset. He might be annoyed in the moment, but I knew he was going to like what I had planned. At least I really hoped he was going to like what I had planned.
It was a plan that had just occurred to me down at that desk watching those two guys staring at me like that. A plan that would allow me to think that handsome Chris guy for being so nice to us while at the same time delivering on the promise I’d made to my husband before this weekend started that he didn’t even know about.
I ran my hand down his chest and then I was wrapping my fingers around his cock which was rock hard and feeling oh so delicious. I glanced to the bed on the other side of the room, this thing really was massive, and it was all I could do not to pounce on Kyle and push him back to that bed and fuck his brains out.
I resisted though. No, I could think of far more interesting things to do with our time here in this hotel. Particularly after what happened down at the front desk.
“I was thinking that maybe we could get some room service,” I said.
“Room service? If you’re hungry then we can always go out after we…”
I tightened my grip on his cock which definitely got his attention. His eyes went wide as I held it just on the border of pain. The last thing I wanted was him interrupting me when I was busy trying to be a naughty seductress. I might be fulfilling his fantasies this weekend, but if I was doing that then at the same time I was the one who was calling the shots!
“I want room service from one guy in particular,” I said.
Kyle actually glanced around the room as though I’d somehow hidden a guy in this suite, never mind that we just got upgraded to this room a few minutes ago thanks to that sexy guy down at the front desk. I suppose it said a lot about how much fun we’d already had that he thought I was capable of a bit of misdirection on that scale.
“Do you have a guy you’re inviting or something? Is that why you wanted to go to another city for our three day weekend?”
I wanted to giggle at the excitement in his voice. He sounded like a kid at a birthday party who’d just discovered a giant box that was heavy and didn’t rattle all that much. His breathing was picking up and his cock was starting to twitch in my hands which led me to pull it away.
I didn’t want him exploding too far ahead of time. No, there was far more fun to be had this evening before he got to that stage.
“Nothing like that baby,” I said. “Though it’s nice to know you think your wife is capable of that sort of thing.”
The last bit was only half sarcastic. Now that he mentioned it that did seem like a good idea. And it’s not like it would be all that difficult to find someone to fill a guest starring role in our bedroom life considering how easy it was to set that sort of thing up with the Internet these days.
But that was something to think about for the next time we were out of town. No, right now there was someone in particular that I wanted up here to have fun with.
“Actually I was thinking that it might be fun if we ordered some room service and asked that it specifically be delivered by my buddy Chris down at the front desk. I’m sure you remember him. The one who was trying so hard to concentrate on his computer monitor and not look like he was trying to stare down your wife’s shirt?”
Kyle licked his lips. He took in a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes. Hell, I glanced down at his cock to make sure there wasn’t a stain spreading down there or anything. I’d spent so much time teasing him, so much time getting him good and worked up, that I was suddenly worried I might have done my job too well and he was going to come whether or not I wanted him to.
It seemed there were no worries about that right now though. Eventually he came back to earth. He locked eyes with me and grinned.
“Are you sure you want to do that? We don’t even know if he’d come up here. He does have a job to worry about, y’know.”
I grinned as I made my way over to the phone. “Spend time down at the front desk dealing with angry clients who were overbooked and have to go across town or come up to enjoy some time in a suite with the hot lady who was totally letting him take a look down her shirt? Yeah, that sounds like a really difficult decision for a young unattached guy who still probably does most of his thinking with his dick.”
“That probably is the holy grail for guys in his line of work, but how do you know he’s unattached?”
I picked up the phone and held my finger poised over the line to call the front desk. I just hoped he was still down there. I hit the button and held my hand over the receiver.
“I didn’t see any ring, so I figure that’s a pretty good sign.”
“He could have a girlfriend or something,” Kyle said. “Guys that age don’t usually have rings on their fingers you know.”
I frowned. He did have a point. I was so used to our group of friends where everyone who was attached was locked down in marriages. Miraculously there hadn’t been any divorces in our group, or at the very least the first wave of divorces had yet to hit us. Either way I was used to living in a world where attached meant married, and I hadn’t thought that he might be taken but not hitched.
Oh well. The line was ringing and all I could do was hope for the best now.
“Front desk, this is Samuel how can I help you?”
I bit back a sigh of frustration. That had to be the other guy who’d been standing there staring at my chest. He was good looking in his own way, but he didn’t have anything on the manager who’d helped us get this suite. Plus I figured it would be easier for a management type to get away from the desk and foist off some of his responsibilities on a minion. That the minion was answering the phone made me think he’d already done that.
“I’m sorry but I was wondering if I could speak with Chris?”
“He’s back in his office and I don’t think…”
“I’m sure he’ll want to talk to me if you don’t mind.”
The guy muttered something under his breath and I had to stifle a giggle. Normally at this point I’d ask to talk to his manager just so I could complain about him having a bad attitude, but right now I was thinking about the two different experiences I’d had with the guy in the space of about twenty minutes. One where he could see me in my skimpy outfit and he was falling all over himself to help me out and the other where we were disembodied voices chatting over the phone and he was suddenly less than helpful.
I wondered what that said about the male psyche, but I didn’t have much time to think about it before the phone started beeping to indicate I was being transferred to the manager’s office.
“Chris here, how can I help you?”
I grinned and gave Kyle a thumbs up. I had a little more trouble than I’d anticipated getting ahold of him, but everything seemed to be working. Now to see if he’d actually bite at the bait I’d dangled in front of him down at the desk.
“Yes I was wanting to order some room service,” I said.
“I’m sorry but this is the manager’s office. They must have sent you here by mistake. I’ll transfer y…”
“That won’t be necessary Chris,” I said, trying to make my voice sound sexy and breathy. I wasn’t sure how well that worked considering I was talking over a crappy hotel phone system, but whatever. “You see I wanted to have some room service delivered by you personally.”
“I’m sorry but what room did you say you were in?”
“We’re up in the suite. I’m sure you remember helping me out just a few minutes ago?” I paused and considered whether or not I really wante
d to say what was about to come next. Did I want to twist the knife just a little bit? Really get his attention?
Who the hell was I kidding? I was going to have fun with this. That was the whole point of this weekend. I glanced over to Kyle who’d taken a seat on the massive king bed in the room and was staring at me intently as he listened in on one half of my naughty conversation.
“I’m sure you remember me Chris,” I said. “I was the pretty blonde in the halter top? You were trying so hard to not look like you were staring down my top at my tits while you were helping me out?”
“Listen, I’m so sorry about that and if there’s anything…”
“You’re not listening to me Chris,” I said. “There is something you can do for me. You can come up to our room to help me out. I told you I wanted room service.”
I was feeling drunk on the sense of power that I had. It was so delicious listening to the struggle in his voice. Listening to him trying to maintain a veneer of professionalism when from the way his voice was cracking every time the talked to me it was obvious he wanted to come up here right away and have a little bit of fun. I wondered if he’d retired to his office so he could have a little bit of one handed fun while he thought about the show I’d been putting on for him.
“Okay, I think I could take an order for you and get it sent up. What would you like?”
I sighed. Either he was playing hard to get or he wasn’t interested. I had a feeling it was the former rather than the latter judging by his reaction to me earlier. Time to be absolutely clear.
“I want you. Up here. Now,” I said. “If you want to do that then this is your window of opportunity. If you’re not up here in ten minutes then I’ll just assume you didn’t like what you saw at the front desk and we’ll part friends.”
A sigh on the other side of the line. “I’m sorry ma’am but what you’re asking isn’t appropriate. If you have any actual room service orders then please place them with the front desk.” Then a click. I stared at the phone and blinked in surprise. Damn. Maybe his commitment to his job was a little greater than I’d originally anticipated. In an instant I went from feeling like a tempting seductress to feeling like an idiot for throwing myself at a guy I figured was interested and getting shot down.
