“You’re crazy!” she protested, but then she went off to her room, while I went off to change out of my beach clothes.
I knew Marilyn would take between half an hour and an hour to change, so I took a quick shower and a shave. My outfit was pretty simple — clean khakis, a brightly colored short sleeve Hawaiian shirt, and my deck shoes. It wasn’t suitable for a Manhattan nightclub, but this wasn’t Manhattan.
I was waiting in the common room, where I had made a couple of drinks for us. Marilyn’s I had left in her room while she was in the bathroom. She came out looking a little nervous, and my heart just about stopped. “Is this all right?” she asked.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. There was no way her parents knew she owned clothes that looked that good, because they would have locked her away in a nunnery! She had on a dressy red halter top, sort of in a tie-dye pattern, a tight little denim skirt that stopped at least six inches above the knee, and these high heeled sandals that lifted her about three inches and did the most amazing things to her ass and legs. “Wow!” I set my drink down and came closer.
“Is that a good wow or a bad wow?”
As I got closer I picked up her scent, a light floral that just magnified everything. I couldn’t take my eyes off her legs. Marilyn isn’t all that tall, and she doesn’t have long legs, but oh, that shape — you just wanted to start licking at the bottom and work your way up! They looked so very nice and toned, if still fairly white, and so smooth and lickable!
“Oh, God, you look so good!”
Marilyn looked relieved, and turned to look in the mirror over the buffet, exposing the back of her halter top. It only had a couple of small straps at the bottom and the tie around the neck, exposing almost all of her back and sides. I think I was whimpering when I got to her.
I wrapped my hands around her from behind and inhaled that scent. I think it was something called “Rape and Pillage”, or at least it should have been called that! I buried my face in her neck. “You look amazing!” I nibbled her collar and Marilyn moaned at the touch. I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, naked except for the halter, and felt her nipples responding to me.
“Oh, Carling!” she sighed.
It was too much for me. I had to have her, right then and there, and I told her so! “I need you! Right now!”
“Carling?”
I popped the tie holding her top up and watched in the mirror as it slipped down, exposing those perfect tits. Then I licked down her back and knelt behind her. I pushed that little denim skirt up around her waist, so that I could pull her little cotton panties down and off her legs. Then I stood up behind her and pressed myself against her from behind.
“I am going to take you! Now!”
“Carl?”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a foil wrapped condom, and then undid my slacks and pushed them and my briefs down. I kept Marilyn facing the mirror as I put the rubber on, and then I nudged her legs apart. We hadn’t done doggy style yet, but I couldn’t wait. That perfect little bubble butt, and those gorgeous legs, now at the perfect height, thanks to her heels; those amazing tits staring back at me from the mirror; that intoxicating perfume — “I need you!” I put my hands to her hips and bent my knees enough so that my wrapped cock slipped between her thighs. I reached around and guided my cock into her and was happy to see that she was as excited as I was. Her pussy was drenched.
I pushed forward, hard and fast, and Marilyn gasped. “God, I need you! I need to have you! I need to fuck you!” I pounded my cock into her from behind.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” she begged, panting. “Fuck me!”
It didn’t take either of us long to come. I was too far gone, too excited, to last beyond the orgasm she had, and I pumped my load into the tip of the condom while her pussy was spasming around me. We humped mindlessly for a few moments more, as we came down from the orgasmic high. Then I looked at her reflection in the mirror. “I love you so much!”
She smiled, and then started giggling. “I love you too, but what got into you!”
“You are so amazing! I don’t know if it was your legs, your tits, or that incredible perfume that drove me crazy!” I pulled away and removed the rubber, leaving me with a wet dick. Now what? I glanced down and saw Marilyn’s panties laying on the floor at our feet. I picked them up and used them to wipe up with.
Marilyn caught me doing this and gasped in indignation. “Carling, I was going to wear them!”
I just gave her a shit eating grin. “Not anymore!” I tugged her denim miniskirt back down.
“You’re kidding me!”
“Not one little bit!” I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her thoroughly, enough to have her melt in my arms.
Marilyn capitulated, if not quite gracefully. She retied her halter and adjusted it and her skirt back into position. “Well, why not?”
I leered at her. “Because you look so good I’ll probably need to do that at least two or three times more tonight.”
She shook her head, but was smiling nevertheless. “You’re nuts. Is that why you had a rubber in your pocket?”
“I’m a good Boy Scout. Be Prepared!”
“You and your Boy Scouts!” she said in an exasperated tone. She checked her hair in the mirror. “Let’s go before you get any more bright ideas!”
“Babe, I am full of bright ideas.” I had to tuck myself in and adjust everything, too, and then I grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the suite before she thought about it anymore.
Down in the lobby more than a few heads turned to watch us as we walked across the open expanse and out to the valet area. I should say that they were watching her, since she looked simply amazing. Marilyn was a bit more nervous. “I feel like everybody is staring at me,” she whispered.
“They are staring at us. They think you are beautiful and they think I’m the luckiest guy on the planet!” I was definitely a lot smoother on this go-around than when I was on the first time through. I got a big smile out of Marilyn for that. I grinned and leaned over to whisper in her ear while the valet went to get her car. “Actually they’re all looking at you, and wondering if you’re the kind of girl who lets her boyfriend use her for hot sex.”
That got me an elbow to the ribs. “Maybe I’m the one using you for hot sex. Ever thought of that?”
“You just keep right on using me, honey. I promise not to complain.” That earned me another elbow in the ribs, but she was smiling afterwards.
We went to a couple of places that night. Marilyn didn’t really like the first place, so we had a drink and left. The second place we stayed at for several hours, dancing and having a few drinks. It was fairly crowded, but it was a Friday night and was a young crowd. If she was worried about anybody noticing her, she didn’t have to worry. There were a lot of hot looking girls there, and some dressed in quite a bit less. I continued to tease her throughout the night, whispering that guys were trying to look up her skirt (impossible in the low light), her skirt was riding up while we were slow dancing (impossible since the skirt was pleasantly tight on her rump), and the like. It was crowded enough she spent a fair bit of time sitting on my lap, so I traced my fingers over her knees and thighs, causing her to shiver. I also whispered in her ear, asking if her pussy was wet and if she wanted me to screw her right there in the club.
Around midnight I took her back to the Hilton, by which time she was a bundle of jagged and oversexed nerves. We never even made it to a bedroom; I just pulled my pants down and sat on the couch, and pulled on a rubber, and Marilyn kneeled over me and fucked me on the couch, madly humping me. She was just wildly sexed up and drenching with desire — no, need! Afterwards we went to bed and used another couple of condoms before falling asleep.