“You as well. Enjoy your stay.”
Damon followed us down the hallway. The inn was only thirty or forty years old, but the architect and interior designer had done a good job recreating a rustic hunting lodge. The current owners had turned it into something from the pages of Architectural Digest or Town & Country.
I unlocked the door to number five and gestured Christy inside. Damon took a cue from me and followed her. He set our ski equipment on a little stone foyer next to the outside door. Then he showed me where the matches were, along with a stash of kindling and more firewood. He asked if we needed anything else and then left with a polite nod.
The room was larger than I thought it would be, with a big four-poster bed, a sitting area in front of the stone fireplace, and an armoire that also held a TV and VCR. The bathroom continued the upscale-rustic look, and Christy’s eyes lit up when she saw the cast iron claw-foot tub. It was plainer but larger than ours at home, meant for soaking after a long day.
The room cost a small fortune—the whole weekend was going to set me back more than I wanted to think about—but I still had an absurdly large balance in my savings account from the previous summer. Even so, I winced as the expenses added up in my mind.
Christy read my expression. “I don’t even want to know, do I?”
“No.”
“Thank you.” She slipped into my arms. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”
“I know. My grandfather used to tell me to never put a price on women or children.”
She smiled. “Your grandpa or your papa?”
“My mom’s dad, Grandpa.”
“The Academy grad, right? I like him already. I can’t wait to meet him.”
“He’s a character. He’s also the one who told me to marry a woman with small hands.”
“I have small hands.”
“I know.”
“They make your johnson look big, although you really don’t need any help in that department. And speaking of which… I’ll make your johnson very big tonight. Only…”
“You need food first,” I chuckled.
“How’d you know?”
“I know you. It’s been almost three hours since you’ve eaten. And it’s almost dinnertime anyway.”
“Sometimes I really hate my metabolism.”
“Yes, but it gives you lots of energy for other things.”
She tightened her arms around me and breathed a deep sigh. “Mmm, it does.”
“I saw a nice-looking restaurant in the village,” I said after a moment. “A steakhouse, but I’m sure they’ll have something chicken or pasta.”
“Yes, please.”
“Do you want to dress up? I brought several ties, just in case.”
“And I brought a couple of dresses and some fancy lingerie. I think you’ll
— Hold on, why’re you shaking your head?”
“No underwear,” I said. It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, but I went with it. “Garter belt and stockings only,” I added. “No bra, no panties.”
Christy swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.”
Dinner was a mixture of relaxation and anticipation. The service was good and the food excellent—filet mignon with a baked potato for me, shrimp scampi with broccoli casserole for her. We finished a bottle of wine and then shared Bananas Foster.
The whole time, Christy was acutely aware that she was nude under her dress. The fabric rubbed her nipples and made them stand out, and she squirmed in her seat every time I made a suggestive comment or gave her a look.
“Oh my gosh,” she said at last, “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
“How much more of what?”
“You know.”
“No, tell me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious. Tell me why you’re so worked up.”
The waiter appeared with the check and saved her from having to answer.
I handed him my credit card without even looking at the total. I’d have a heart attack later, I told myself. He left with the promise to return shortly.
“So tell me,” I repeated to Christy, “why’re you so… hot and bothered?”
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Of course.”
She glanced around nervously. The tables nearby had other diners, but none were paying attention to us.
“Think about it while I sign the check and we get our coats.”
She nodded jerkily. Then she spent the next five minutes trying not to squirm as her imagination went into overdrive. She was a hundred pounds of simmering desire by the time we walked the short distance back to the inn and made it to the privacy of our room.
I wanted to take my time and hang up our coats, but she wasn’t in the mood to wait. She practically attacked me and would’ve bowled me over if my back hadn’t hit the door. I caught her in my arms, and she wrapped hers around my neck. Our kisses went from heated to urgent in a matter of moments.
I lurched upright and carried her toward the bed, where I threw her onto her back and held her wrists at her sides. Then I bit her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned and writhed as I shoved her wrists under her ass and held them with one hand. I pushed her dress up to her waist and
spread her legs. Her smooth pussy was already wet with desire.
I didn’t bother with foreplay, and she probably would’ve exploded if I had. Instead, she arched her back and raised her hips to my mouth. Her shoulders pressed into the bed and her body bowed as I gripped her wrists and held her in place. I licked her slit and then sucked the hard little bead of her clit. Moisture coated my cheeks as she squirmed and twisted and tried to force more of her pussy into my mouth.
She came after only a few minutes, a quiet, intense orgasm that left her gasping and breathless. Her clit was incredibly sensitive afterward, so I planted gentle kisses on her thighs instead, and she slowly lowered her hips to the bed.
I released her wrists and crawled up her body. She ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed with lingering intensity. Then she sighed and held me close while her breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Oh my gosh,” she said at last. “I didn’t think I was going to make it from the restaurant.”
I chuckled, and she looked up at me with curious eyes.
“How’d you know?” she asked. “Did Wren tell you? I didn’t think I’d told her.”
“Tell me what?”
“That’s… one of my fantasies.”
I quirked an eyebrow.
“In public with no underwear.”
“You mean… you’ve never done that before?”
“Of course. But… never with a guy, and definitely not with you.” She smiled bashfully. “I wanted to do it for Halloween, but I was too chicken.
Besides, that dress was way too short.”
“Maybe you can wear it at home sometime, just for me.”
“Without underwear?”
“Of course.”
“Is that one of your fantasies?”
“It is now! Your Catholic school uniforms too, now that you mention it.”
Her smile turned sly.
“Lemme guess…?”
“Mmm hmm. I brought them back after New Year’s.”
“This is gonna sound crazy,” I said, “but I don’t want you to wear them until we’re ready to go all the way. I don’t know if I can explain, but—”
“I think I understand,” she said. “It’s because you like me shaved, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
“I pay attention, remember? And I’m starting to figure out what you like.
I mean, the blowjobs were easy. Every guy likes those, and you more than most.”
I nodded.
“The Alice dress and my uniforms are different. You want to watch, don’t you? As you… um… fuck me.”
“That’s exactly what I want.”
“I kinda figured.” She smiled up at me and caressed my face. “I like doing what you want. I just wish—”
“It’ll happen when you’re ready. In the meantime, you can—”