Tiers (2 page)

His hotel suite was opulent to say the least. Most of the suites in the UK are small, but Jake had obviously been upgraded to a master. I certainly knew their company could afford the price tag, but it still seemed extravagant for a colleague who would be staying for three months, rather than putting him in a self-contained flat.

While I drop my coat and heels at the front door rack and take in the view out of the window, Jake picks up the phone and dials room service. He orders a bottle of champagne before putting the receiver back in the cradle.

I can feel his gaze on me, but do not turn. It must all be him. I can’t instigate anything, because then I would be the cheater, it would all be my fault. In my head I could still rationalize the fact that if I didn’t start anything then ho
w could I be fully accountable. Shifty bitch.

Every time I recall what unfolds next, I still feel like it is happening right now.

He pads across the room towards me and I can feel it when he arrives at my back. He stands close, but doesn’t touch me. He leans forward and positions his mouth near my ear and at this point there is no denying the sexual tension between us.

‘Do you want me to?’ I’m holding my breath as I feel the heat radiate off his body and warms me from head to toe.

‘
Want you to what?’ My gaze catches his reflection in the mirror and I can’t help but see the lust in his eyes as he stares back. A knock on the door signals the champagne has arrived. He grins at me, his dimples blasting me with enthusiasm. Jake lets the waiter in and he positions the champagne bucket with ice and glasses next to the table, but does not open it at Jake’s insistence. A tip in hand the waiter leaves us alone again. Jake raises the bottle in question.

‘
Yes, please.’ I manage to choke out. He pours the liquid deftly and saunters over to the window where I am still standing. When offered, I take the glass and take a healthy swig. He watches, eyes intently roving over my lips as they leave the glass.

‘I want to suck that lip of yours.’

‘
Then why don’t you?’ I shoot back boldly. The huge grin is back in place on his lips – his beautiful, soft, sensuous lips that I am just begging to be kissed by. He takes the glass from me and drinks himself. I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows. Without waiting for further approval he steps up to me so we are face to face, before cupping my jawline with his free hand. He leans in towards me and I have a split second full blown panic attack, but I calm myself instantly.

I’ve come this far, and there’s no backing out now. I let him bite my lip gently which turns in to a full blown pash. He’s hungry for me too, and he lets me know it by running his tongue across my lips. I have to admit, in all my twenty nine years, I have NEVER been kissed like this. Jake has had a lot of practice and I suddenly feel nervous that I’m not up to scratch. His kisses are making me heady and I finally pull away for a breath. My eyes close and head rolls back as he nudges it with his own so that he can access my neck. The kisses now trail down to my décolletage but stop there.

There is still the matter of my dress. Despite the fact the lighting in the suite is low and moody I am still slightly self-conscious of showing my body to him. There is no point though – he wants me and I can see it written all over his face when he looks me in the eye. He takes off his shirt and tie, revealing a very hard muscled chest. Not huge, just very sculpted. I can’t help but want to touch it. Harold has always had a carpet of hair on his chest and stomach. This delectably smooth tanned surface was something else entirely. I strike up the nerve to move forward, the plush carpet springing underfoot as I go. Gently I let my fingers touch him and he exhales with desire. Jake is content to stand back and let me explore, if only because he knows he will get his turn soon.

He is patient, but his eyes are screaming that he is dying to touch me. Grabbing my hand and holding it next to me allows his other to slowly unzip my dress from behind. When both of his hands hook up under the straps, they fall off my shoulders and take the rest of the dress with it to the floor.

I stand before him in a strapless black balconette bra and panties. His eyes rest on the swell of my breasts as they spill over and I know this will be the first place he wants to touch me. I am surprised then when he turns from me and heads to the ice bucket that holds the bottle of champagne. When he puts an ice cube in his mouth, I know what he is up to.

Jake removes his slacks and puts them over the back of the arm chair and approaches me once more, but this time his erection is straining heavily against his briefs. It looks so big, that I almost feel rude just looking at it. He trails my line of sight and the smallest hint of a smile plays on his lips. With the ice still in his mouth, he closes the distance once more. As his arms snake around my waist, I catch the scent of his cologne and inhale deeply. He is very masculine – I like that. Harold’s scent is always very sweet – Joop for men, I think.

My bra suddenly falls free from its clasp and hits the ground noiselessly. In anticipation, my nipples contract into tight buds just before his mouth closes over them. The sensation of frozen ice as it swirls around his mouth and over my nipple is a curious one. It kind of stings, because it has become so taut, but at the same time, the pleasurable sucking only makes me ache deep within my belly and all the way down to my depths. Jakes repeats the process with the other nipple. When the ice runs out I am left standing weak-kneed while I become his plaything.

He’s content for me to be on my feet … After he’s done with the ice, he seems to realize that my panties are still on. Dropping to his knees he takes them down slowly to my ankles and I steady myself while holding on to his head. What he does next makes me bunch his hair in my fist and hold on as tight as I can. He finds the folds of my wetness and starts darting his tongue in there, licking gently as he works on getting me more and more aroused. I already feel like coming and pull him closer so his tongue can reach further inside me. He picks up his rhythm and I can’t help but spread my legs wider to let his head have more room.

I almost wish I were laying down while he fucks me this way, but I dare not move as I couldn’t bear him to stop right now. Normally I am not a moaner. I don’t do moaning. Right now you couldn’t have stopped me for all the tea in China. It was ecstasy. Thrusting my hips back and forth towards his face sent me closer to the edge as his tongue worked to bring me to orgasm. With a final suck of my clit, I burst into spasms as I let my orgasm take hold of me. Jake looks at me and smiles. He knows he pleased me, but now he wants to feel the same release.

Pushing him to the large four poster bed in the middle of the room, I slide his briefs off before he lies back on the sheets. His cock snakes its way up towards his belly button, waiting for my mouth to engulf it. I grab the shaft as I slowly slide it in and out of my mouth, increasing the tempo a little more each time.

He’s hard and ready for me – he tastes slightly salty as my taste buds go to work over the tip of his cock. I allow the tip of my tongue to tease the eye of it, prying ever so slightly and flicking back and forth like a snake would – feeling its way around. Jake groans with pleasure as I start to run the full of his length along the sides of my teeth. A little pleasure and a little pain make for the perfect combination in delivering the best blow job I have ever given. He certainly seems to like it anyway.

After a while I can tell he’s ready and he pulls me roughly towards him before he blows in my mouth. I’m a little shocked, but kind of like the fire in his eyes. I swallow eagerly and wonder what he has in store next. Instead of inviting me to join him in the bed, he dominates over me until I am flat on my back on the carpet.

Fully undressed, he takes the time to lick his way up my inner thigh and all the way back up to my lips. He kisses me hungrily and I feel him nudge me between the legs. I open them a little wider, my wetness willing him to go inside. The harsh thrust makes me catch my breath, but it doesn’t hurt. In fact, I want him to do it again. His eye contact questions unbidden something he wants answering.

‘More, do it more,’ I beg – barely whispering as he slides back out. He grins and obliges me, building up a rhythm where he increases the tempo of his tease. In and out – each time stroking my clit with his shaft and making me pant to catch my breath. My breasts jiggle back and forth with each thrust – but I am enjoying myself too much to be embarrassed.

I am enjoying being fucked in such a manner. I take delight in watching his arm muscles flex as he holds his weight over me. He seems powerful and in control. He drives the aching inside of me to a point I’m ready to come. I get lost in his eyes as I do. It’s earth shattering. The muscles in the wall of my vagina pulse rapidly around him and the sensation brings him to orgasm too. I feel the heat way up deep inside of me as his hot semen seeps into me. We lay spent on the floor, each catching our breaths from our expressive display of lust.

To be honest, I feel I really like this man. I want to see him again. I’m sure the three months he is here will give ample opportunity for me to rendezvous with him again. In the meantime, I am going to need to get something for the carpet burn I can already feel on my ass.

I know that I am delusional. I have romanticized a fictitious relationship between me and Jake. Now that he will be leaving today, I am sitting in my kitchen over brunch with Harold and feeling rather glum. But to be honest, I am adult enough to recognize the relationship for what it was. Sex, and nothing more. But in light of this revelation, I have decided to continue with my debauchery. I am having too much fun to stop now and I want my good mood to continue.

Harold is happy too. His wife is glowing, happy and sexy. He doesn’t realize that every time he’s fucked me lately I have been imagining that it is Jake that is inside of me. The only thing I will have to execute now is the pick-up of some other discerning employee at Harold’s place of employment. Bring on Saturday night.

Jake will be well on his way back to the States, Harold will be knocking back scotch like it was going out of fashion and I will be on the prowl. I had one day to primp and prime this body for some lovin’. The confidence I had gained from enticing my first partner in my adulterous affair has given me all the encouragement I need. Now don’t get all judgy on me. I know what you’re thinking. But it is better than getting a divorce. Now I can stay in the lifestyle I have become accustomed, yet be fulfilled in other ways. I am excited, aroused and open to new experiences.

Harold is none the wiser. He plods on through life, paying little attention to what is going on around him unless it concerns business. It is like he does the bare minimum that is required of a husband and then continues to go about his day. Don’t get me wrong. I do love him, and he me. But I feel after two years we have drifted apart, so that the common ground is just the initial bond we shared before we said I do. But no matter. I know Harold is reliable, dependable and a good provider. So I will continue with this charade – playing the dutiful housewife.

Secretly I am reveling in playing seductress. Sexual pleasure is driving me. It is almost becoming a drug. Waiting for the next naughty high keeps me giddy and constantly thinking about how I will be fucked next. My panties are wet all the time. I have taken to pleasuring myself with my newly acquired vibrator while Harold is out. My imagination knows no bounds. I actually had an orgasm in my sleep the other night!

Finally the black tie dinner event arrives.

Harold’s company has been successful with another merger and they are celebrating six figure incomes. Extravagant five course meals have been prepared. The seating is prearranged. I am curious to know who I have been seated next to.

To my utter delight, it is a young man I have seen previously at these functions. The downside is he has a wife. Not that I am deterred – she is plain. I see it as a contest. I am beautiful and desirable. Lithe with a peaches and cream complexion, a long mane wound up in a chignon, a bold red lipstick and a tiny cocktail dress that allows a peek at my suspenders when I sit down. My delight cannot be concealed when the young man ogles my thighs as my dress slides up.

His wife is paying no attention to him or his stares, so I flirt shamelessly with my eyes. Harold is oblivious. He is chatting to the redhead on his left, which in my opinion has far too much makeup on and looks a little whorish. She is older than us – maybe nearer to her forties, so of course I am not jealous in the slightest. My youthfulness makes me confident, but I know I am attractive to boot. I have good genes to be thankful for.

Mr.
Fuckable on my right starts up a conversation. Apparently he is the Senior Accounts Analyst for their head office. He’s English though – from Kent. I smile and incline my head while he talks, letting him know that I am interested in what he has to say. I’m not really though. I care more about what is beneath his pants than what is in his brain. He is funny though – a very dry sense of humor which I find completely endearing. From what I have intoned from his behavior so far, he would be just the kind of guy you would love to introduce to your parents – if only he weren’t such a scallywag.

He’s up for some fun, and tells me as much. To me, it seems like this has been too easy.

Dessert does not reach my lips. Not yet anyway. I don’t want to be all ‘sloshy’ while I am in the throes of passion. Harold thinks nothing of it when I beg off staying for dancing and drinks in the grand ballroom. A headache is a good enough excuse.

Calvin, the devilishly handsome man to my right can be heard telling his wife he is ducking off to buy cigarettes from the vending machine on the ground floor. I let him leave first and follow only when he has cleared the doorway.

I’m under no illusion that this will be just a quickie. There is no hotel to disappear to this time.

Even though Calvin left before
I, he holds the elevator door open so I can join him inside. He smiles confidently as me – the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so. He is not as stereotypically handsome as Jake, although he certainly holds his own. His dirty blonde hair is peppered with grey at the temples, but it only makes him more alluring in my eyes. A little like ‘the older man’. I know he will be good in bed. Do you know why? He swaggers. Confidence. This is what gives him that take charge attitude I am looking for in a lover. This will only be a one-time screw though. His wife and him board a plane for Dubai tomorrow.

As we exit on the ground floor, we find the lobby completely deserted. The old world flooring is black and white checkered marble, and chandeliers adorn the ceilings. I feel as though we are in a hotel.

He grabs my hand and leads me to the female bathrooms located discreetly in the corner of the building. His hand in the small of my back, Calvin lets me open the bathroom door. These facilities are not what you are imagining. They are not like the kind of toilets you would find in a bar. They are immaculate. So much so in fact you could eat off the seats, if you get my drift.

In upper class facilities such as these there are marble vanities, moisturizing soaps and individual hand towels. The lavatories are porcelain – none of that stainless steel crap you find in other public facilities. You will understand then that Calvin and I had no qualms about fucking on top of one of the toilet seats.

He enters a stall and undoes his pants. They drop to his knees as he sits atop the seat.

I pull my dress up to my hips, revealing that there are no panties underneath. My garter belt that holds my suspenders is made of high end French
white lace. My freshly waxed pussy peeks at Calvin from under my dress. His eyes gleam in approval. Standing with my legs apart I shuffle forward till I am hovering over him. His hands are quite large and he grips the tops of my thighs – thumbs rubbing the folds of my lips while his fingers knead the flesh on my legs.

‘You’re so fucking wet,’ he says in disbelief. He slowly and deliberately slides his finger inside of me and I start to rock against it in anticipation. I close my eyes as I get lost in the feeling, but they flicker open when he suddenly removes it.

Calvin offers me his pussy soaked finger to my mouth. ‘Taste how wet you are baby,’ he coaxes. I don’t want to appear like a novice at this dirty sex game we are playing, so I open up and suck greedily on his finger. Now I know what I taste like when Jake went down on me – slightly metallic and musky. This isn’t a taste sensation I would rush to repeat, but the action has the desired effect. His cock springs to life and I can tell he is duly impressed with my dirtiness. I decide to move things along and make my move to straddle him while he sits. As I reach to guide him inside of me, he releases my breasts from the top of my dress. He trails kisses from them up to my neck where his hot mouth meets eagerly with my skin. It isn’t long before his tongue seeks out mine and I know it is only because it turns him on to taste my pussy scent left on my breath from when I sucked his finger.

Sliding up and down on him I work at gripping his shaft with my muscles. The more I flex them the closer I get to an orgasm. He likes it rough and fast, grabbing my hips to help increase my tempo. I’m jumping up and down on him, my breasts slapping against his face as he tries to bury himself among them. It must have been a while since he last ejaculated, because by the groans coming from his mouth, he is ready. I make a last ditch effort with my own thrusting and endeavor to come at the same time as him, making my orgasm all the more powerful.

He is not as good a lover as Jake, but he will do. I am satiated for the minute. We breathe heavily trying to slow our hearts back to a normal rhythm. He slaps the side of my thigh, indicating I should get up. I pull off him slowly so as not to allow his semen to run out of me. Once he is off the loo, I quickly lift the lid to urinate and let his come run out of me. Not attractive I know – but better than dripping down my legs as I walk outside to hail a cab home.

We have nothing left to say to each other. Our brief encounter over, he returns to his life and I to mine. Before leaving the bathroom I reapply my lipstick and straighten my hair. The pink flush on my cheeks is a dead giveaway that I have just had a really good fuck, but lucky for me there is no one around to notice.

I leave the bathroom and cross the lobby, my heels clicking across the marble flooring as I go. My confidence has grown. At this rate, I am quite sure I could sleep with the entire top tier of associates who work for Went and Worth. Will you forgive me for being a little bit gleeful?