Christy started laying out clothes once we settled into our room.
“Is that what you’re wearing to dinner?” I asked.
She’d set out a plum-colored sweater dress with padded shoulders, a lavender bra and panty set, a matching plum garter belt, and black seamed stockings. She was hinting that she wanted me to tell her not to wear underwear, and I debated whether or not to do it.
I could almost feel her excitement building as the silence stretched out. I didn’t want a slave, but I also realized that she enjoyed being submissive. She was assertive enough in other areas, but not when it came to sex.
Then again, she managed to let me know what she wanted most of the time. She wasn’t vocal about it, but I got the message all the same. She looked a question at me, and I decided to play along.
“What did I tell you last time?” I said in my best stern-disappointed voice.
Her eyes flashed with excitement, but she immediately lowered them and looked contrite. “No bra, no panties.”
“Mmm hmm. So… why did you lay them out?”
“I thought—”
“Uh-uh. You know the rule when we come here: no underwear when we go out.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. Now take off your clothes.”
Her head came up and her eyes went wide with feigned uncertainty.
“Do it. Now.”
She stripped to her birthday suit and stood before me with her hands clasped behind her.
“Bend over the bed. You know the position.”
She swallowed hard and did it. The bed was high enough that she could bend at the waist and lie with her chest flat on the quilt. I moved next to her and rested my left hand on the small of her back.
“This should help you remember the rules.”
“Yes, sir.”
I slapped her gently, although it sounded loud in the quiet room. I swatted again, harder, and she let out a whimper. I spanked her for real the third time, which made her squeak. I switched sides and gave her another three before I gently rubbed her pink bottom. Then I probed between her legs. Her smooth labia slid apart at my touch, and I spread her moisture with my fingers.
“You like when I do that, don’t you?” Of course she does, I thought. She set you up for it. I chuckled silently and decided to enjoy my new role.
“No, sir,” she lied. “I… won’t do it again. I know the rules. I promise, I’ll do what you want from now on.”
I felt semi-ridiculous but said, “See that you do.”
“May I get dressed now?” she asked.
“Not yet. Get on your knees.” I unzipped my pants and took out my semi-hard cock. “Suck it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dinner was an exercise in restraint, for both of us.
Christy’s nipples stood out beneath the tight wool of her dress. She squirmed from a combination of arousal and itching. On top of that, she
crossed and recrossed her legs, and would sometimes close her eyes while she squeezed her thighs together in an effort to get some relief.
My dick was either semi-hard or painfully stiff—partly because of Christy and her simmering arousal, but also because of what I was planning for later, on the walk back to the inn. Still, I took my time and chatted with the waiter after I signed the check.
Christy was ready to melt by the time we finally retrieved our coats and left, but I put a hand on her back and guided her toward a deserted side street between an outdoor shop and the post office. It was almost an alley, and a street light threw deep shadows along one wall.
“What’re we doing?” she asked quietly.
“What do you think?” I backed into a shallow alcove and unzipped my pants.
“We can’t! Someone might see!”
“Then you’d better be quick.” She still wasn’t convinced, so I cupped the back of her head and tilted her face up. “Get on your knees,” I said quietly,
“and suck my cock. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
I kissed her, hard, and then pushed her down.
She crouched in front of me and began sucking. I could see everything on the main street, but Christy had her back to it. She could only listen as people in the village went about their evening. She jumped at the sound of a car, although she didn’t stop sucking. A few minutes later she paused anxiously as an arguing couple crossed the street less than fifteen feet away, but she didn’t even flinch when another car passed. Several other people walked past on the main street, but no one even glanced our way.
I eventually felt the familiar pressure behind my balls, so I pulled my cock from her mouth. The air was cold on my heated shaft as I wrapped my fist around it and began stroking. I had to stifle a groan as the first spurt arced out. It hit her chin, so she braced her hands on my thighs and leaned closer.
The next spurt coated her nose and forehead. I aimed the last two at her cheeks. She opened her mouth and greedily swallowed the final gushes.
I let her suck the remaining drops as I caught my breath. Then I calmly tucked my dick in my pants. It was still very hard and made a bulge as I zipped up. I lifted Christy to her feet and examined my handiwork in the dim light from the main street. Shiny drops of semen covered her, and they’d be obvious to anyone who looked close enough.
“Ready to go back to the room?” I said as casually as I could, although I was probably just as nervous as she was.
“I… don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” I said sternly, “and you will.”
“Yes, sir.”
We passed another couple on their way to the steakhouse. They were talking about how nice the inn was and didn’t even notice us. In the lobby, Christy stiffened as Carolyn looked up from the desk and said good evening.
I nodded politely and then put my hand on Christy’s elbow to guide her toward our room. Carolyn smiled and returned to whatever she’d been doing.
Christy walked quickly down the hallway and practically bolted into our room when I unlocked it. For a moment I worried that she might be upset, but I should’ve known better. Still, I almost laughed in relief when she closed her eyes and began cleaning my semen from her skin. She wiped her face and licked her fingers in a heated trance.
She didn’t wait for me to say anything. Instead, she sank to her knees and reached for my waist. She unbuckled my belt, opened the clasp and zipper, and bared me from the waist down in a single motion. My cock was still very hard—especially after watching her little show—and it sprang up. She put her hands on my hips and immediately went to work.
I came again in record time, and she swallowed every drop. She looked up at me with wide eyes. I caressed her cheek and she leaned into the touch.
“So… happy Birdy?”
“Oh my gosh, yes.” She sighed and closed her eyes.
“For a while there I almost panicked. I thought you were upset.”
She shook her head and sat back. “Scared. And… maybe a little upset.
Warn a girl next time. But mostly excited. I can’t believe no one saw us!”
“Most people don’t really pay attention to what’s going on around them.”
“But what about Carolyn? She looked right at me and didn’t say a thing.”
“People see what they want to see.”
“I know, but still… What would we have done if she’d caught us?”
I thought about it and shrugged. “Asked for a tissue, I guess.”
Christy glared at my flippant answer.
“Seriously, what was she going to say? ‘You have semen on your face’?”
I shook my head. “Even if she had noticed, she probably wouldn’t’ve said anything.”
“We wouldn’t’ve been welcome back, though.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” I conceded. “Still, we didn’t get caught, and that’s all that matters.”
She smiled and nodded. After a moment she looked up at me with an unspoken request.
“Ready for me to take care of you?” I chuckled.
“Yes, please. But… maybe after a bath. Then… um… maybe you could…?”