“Come quick, lover,” she offered. “We’ll do it slow later.”
Jimmy held himself above her, so that only their genitals touched. He pumped in and out, quickly setting a furious rhythm. Her vagina squeezed and her hips moved up and down in perfect synchrony with him. Almost before it began it was over. Jimmy’s back arched and his eyes squeezed shut as life fluid pumped from his fire hose. He leaned down and kissed the girl on the cheek.
“That was good, Monica,” he complimented her.
“We aim to please, Jimmy,” she teased. He liked her sense of humor.
Jimmy stood up and stripped off his clothes.
“I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”
“The red will wash out of my hair,” Monica explained. “I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Fair enough,” Jimmy agreed.
Five minutes later they stood under the hot spray. The premium suite had shower heads at both ends of the tub, so both bodies stayed hot and wet. Jimmy handed Monica a bar of soap. She lathered his chest and then dragged the soap down each arm. He lifted one elbow and she gently pulled his armpit hair and then squeezed the suds into his skin.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
Jimmy nodded. Monica took the tube of toothpaste she had brought into the shower and squeezed a portion onto her tongue. She licked the toothpaste onto Jimmy’s nipples and sucked and nipped and tongued the hard little buds to a goose-pimpled ache.
“I want you right now,” Jimmy groaned. “Right here.”
“Be patient, sweetheart,” Monica crooned. “Good things are worth waiting for.”
Her hands were soapy again and lathering his abdomen. He waited impatiently for the agile fingers to move lower. They didn’t. Instead Monica leaned into him and massaged his chest with hers. The soapy slickness slid between their bodies and Jimmy grabbed her head and pulled her roughly into a deep kiss.
“Now,” he growled.
“I’ll do you with my mouth,” she offered.
Jimmy nodded and watched as Monica squeezed more toothpaste onto her tongue. She knelt in front of him, placed his hands on her shoulders and grasped his organ. She carefully licked the toothpaste all over his erect cock and Jimmy was glad of his grip on her shoulders. When his cock was a foamy slick white shaft and his groans louder than the shower spray, she finally guided him into her dark moist cavity.
Jimmy lost awareness of her exact movements as her tongue and teeth suddenly were everywhere goading him toward another rapid orgasm. Fingers gripped his buttocks and nails dug painfully, erotically into his taut flesh. The suction of her mouth pulled him faster than his wont and he struggled to maintain a semblance of control over breathing and heartbeat. Unsuccessfully. She was in control and he knew it and his cock knew it and exploded at her insistent and repeated and irresistible demand. She choked only once as he emptied into her, his pump organ rocking her head back and forth. He steadied her head with his hands and continued pumping until the final vibrations stilled. His cock was still rock hard.
“That was good,” he gasped inadequately.
“You’re still hard,” Monica commented. She sounded distressed.
“It’s okay. I came.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
Jimmy leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She was right. The red was leaking out of her hair and staining her shoulders orange.
“You were perfect,” he reassured her. “I’m a hard case.”
Jimmy batted his still erect cock.
“Can I have a minute before we go again?” She still sounded worried.
“Everything’s fine, Monica.” Her anxiety was not unique and Jimmy sighed. He doubted he would ever find a woman who actually wanted to have sex as much and as often as he did. He sighed again. “Let’s wash that red out of your hair.”
Jimmy lifted Monica by the elbow and stood her in front of him. He gently bent her head toward him and poured on a generous dollop of shampoo. His strong fingers massaged as he worked the shampoo into her scalp.
“You’re hired,” Monica called out from under his hands. “That feels heavenly.”
Jimmy redoubled his efforts under her praise. When at last he turned her around and under the spray, the last hint of red washed down the drain at their feet.
“Do you want conditioner?” he asked.
Monica nodded and Jimmy squeezed some into his palm. He again massaged her as he worked the salve into and through her hair, combing with his fingers as he worked. He felt Monica relax under his ministrations. Once they were both well-rinsed, they wrapped themselves in the giant hotel bathrobes and drifted back out to the main room.
“I’m going to order room service,” Jimmy told her. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved,” Monica admitted.
“What would you like?”
“Whatever you get is fine for me.”
“Pretend I’m not paying you, Monica. Tell me what you’d like.”
“A BLT no mayo and a diet coke.”
“That’s it?”
Monica smoothed her hands down the concealing robe. Jimmy laughed and picked up the phone. For the next hour, they sat and watched CNN as they waited and then ate. Jimmy was impressed by Monica’s grasp of economic and political affairs as she added intelligent commentary to the news reports. She eventually admitted that she was working on her master’s degree in sociology and financing her way by selling her body.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get a college loan?” Jimmy asked.
“Too much to pay back,” Monica said around a bite of sandwich. “Besides, I like sex.”
“You don’t feel used?”
“Sometimes,” she admitted. “It can get ugly. But I’ve learned how to take care of myself. I’m really careful. I checked you out, you know.”
“How did I rate?”
“First class all the way,” she smiled. “If I were an unscrupulous girl, I’d think you had meal ticket written on your forehead.”
“But you’re not.”
“Nope. I’m the independent type.”
“I like you, Monica. Let’s fuck.”
“Absolutely.” She stood and kissed him on the cheek. “Just let me brush my teeth.”
When she came back into the room, she asked him prosaically, “How many more times do you think you can do it?”
Jimmy shrugged. “I’ve never run out yet.”
“Is that a challenge?” Monica smiled.
“No, sweetheart,” Jimmy stood and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t want to wear you out. You say when we’re done.”
“You’re the sweetheart, Jimmy,” Monica whispered in his ear. “I’ll make sure you get your money’s worth.”
Soon they were naked on the bare bed, covers and pillows pushed to the floor. Jimmy slid his hand down between Monica’s legs and felt hot slick wetness. His finger found her bud of desire and twitched it experimentally. She jerked up into his hand.
“You don’t need to do me,” she whispered. Jimmy ignored her.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she gasped.
He continued the same motion, gently pushing and stroking the tiny organ. He hoped she was telling the truth and not faking for the money. His cock had finally wilted as they ate and now it lifted its head and looked around like an emerging groundhog.
“Don’t fake anything, Monica,” he warned.
“I’m not,” she gasped.
Jimmy lowered his head and touched her with the tip of his tongue. He slid two fingers inside her cavity and settled his mouth firmly onto her soft folds. His tongue found her bud and flicked it rapidly as her breath accelerated to match. When he nipped her gently with his teeth, he was rewarded with a gush of hotter stickier fluid and he knew she had come.