“So, if this was to happen, how would it? She lives in Chicago, and we’re here in Atlanta.”
“She is actually supposed to be here next week for a business trip. She is staying at the Omni Hotel at the CNN Center.” Glen responded.
“The one near the ferris wheel downtown?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
I sat there and thought this could potentially be my chance at being with a woman and little does Glen know it had been a fantasy of mine as well.
“I guess we could maybe hang out and see how it goes. I am not saying yes and I’m not saying no. I am just saying we will see.”
Glen smiled and said, “That’s fair.”
It seemed like the week flew by and before I realized it was Monday night, and I was standing in our bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. I was trying to make sure I looked as good as I possibly could, knowing we were about to go meet Heather at Latitudes. Latitudes was the lounge in the Omni Hotel. I knew one of my regular ankle-length skirts and cardigans would not work for tonight. So, I had gone to New York & Company and had one of the sales girls there do a generic makeover on me. She found a cute little floral off-the-shoulder dress that came in at the waist. I must say, the dress did make me look more feminine and showed off my caramel colored legs Glen said he loved. She coupled it with some brown strappy sandals, so I made sure my pedicure and manicure were fresh and the polish on my toes and nails was light pink to match the color of my dress. My eyebrows had been freshly threaded and I even stopped at Sephora to have one of the girls there do a custom makeover for me. I had taken my hair out of the bun and curled it, so it framed my face just right. Glen came into the bathroom to see if I was ready.
“Damn Erica! Is that you?”, Glen exclaimed.
I looked up and smiled at him. “Yes baby. It’s me.”
“You look fucking amazing! We may not make it out the house.”
“Yes, we will. Heather’s waiting.” I answered and winked at him.
I walked up and kissed him on the cheek and headed to the front door. We climbed into Glen’s black Lexus ES 350, and then we made our way to downtown Atlanta. It was about 8:00 pm when we arrived and made our way into Latitudes. I scanned the lounge and immediately saw Heather sitting at the bar. She looked up and saw us coming in and stood up to greet us. My mouth almost fell open because she was even more beautiful than I remembered. She was standing there in a black V-neck jumper. It came down far enough to expose her cleavage, and I immediately felt myself getting excited. She was wearing silver sandaled heels showing her fresh French manicure on her toes. Her sandy brown hair was pulled up in a beautiful updo showing off a beautiful diamond necklace and earrings. The necklace was just long enough that the bottom of it got lost in her breast.
As we approached her, she reached for Glen with her arms wide open and hugged him, “What’s up punk! How have you been?”
Glen gave her a friendly one-armed hug and responded, “I’m good. How have you been Ms. Baller?”
“Not a baller at all.”, she responded as she came towards me to hug me.
She hugged me, and because of her height my face landed right at her breasts. Damn, she smelled good!
“Hey Erica! How do you put up with this guy?” she said while hugging me like I was a long lost relative.
I looked down and said, “I take it one day at a time.” She laughed.
“Have a seat guys. Do you want something to drink? My treat.”, Heather gestured for us to sit at the bar where she had been sitting. I sat down on her right side, and Glen sat on her left. We ordered appetizers and drinks while we talked. Heather told us all about her career as an Account Executive for some marketing firm in Chicago. She traveled all over meeting with clients which is why she was here in Atlanta. At about 11:00 PM Heather asked us if we wanted to go up to her room so we could get more comfortable.
Since I don’t drink that much, and I had already had three glasses of Moscato, I was very relaxed and was all for going up to Heather’s room. As we headed through the hotel we had to make our way to the North Tower. This hotel was massive. People were bustling around as if it was 11:00 am rather than 11:00 pm. Glen and I walked a few steps behind Heather to allow her to lead the way. As she walked, I couldn’t help but watch the hypnotizing sway of her hips and the slight bounce in her ass as she walked. The loose-fitting material of her jumper flowing over her body like the waters of a stream flowing effortlessly over the rocks it holds. She was sexy. I glanced over at Glen, and I caught him watching the same thing I was. I think we were both being hypnotized by Heather’s walk.
We made it to the bank of elevators and Heather pressed the button to call the elevator. We continued joking and laughing waiting on the elevator. The doors of the elevator opened and we stepped in. While we were going up on the elevator, Heather looked at me and started playing with the curls in my hair.
“Erica you have really pretty hair. The curls you’re rocking tonight look really good on you…better than the bun you normally wear.”
As Heather removed her hand from my hair, she caressed the side of my face with her index finger. I felt a warm wave go through my body. “Thank you.” I smiled at her. I felt Glen’s hand on the small of my back as he witnessed the exchange between Heather and me. The elevator stopped, then we exited and stepped out onto the floor, Glen and I followed Heather to her room. When she opened the door, I was greeted by an expansive Suite. I walked into the beautifully decorated room with its wall of windows overlooking the Atlanta skyline. The mixture of grays, browns, tans, and creams were simply elegant.
“Come on in and make yourselves comfortable,” Heather said.
I walked further in and sat down on the couch in the large living room. I looked around and behind me, there was a beautiful wood conference table that could seat ten. Why in the world would she need all this space if she was traveling alone. But I figured when you were an Account Executive the perks must be pretty lucrative.
“There are drinks in the refrigerator if you guys would like something. I’m gonna get out of this jumpsuit. These heels are working my nerves.” Heather said.
When she had disappeared into the bedroom, Glen came and sat next to me.
“Baby, you ok?”, he asked.
“I am fine. Heather is so pretty. You sure there was never anything between the two of you?
“Not at all. I never had enough for Heather. To get her attention you had to be driving a luxury car, wearing the hottest fashions, and be able to take her wherever she asked no matter the cost.”
I giggled, “Are you trying to call her a gold-digger?”
“Nah. Just a connoisseur of the finer things.” he laughed.
Heather emerged about ten minutes later with a towel wrapped around her. “Erica, can you come here for a second? I need your help with something.”
I looked at Glen a little nervously, and he just nodded. I got up and slowly made my way to the bedroom where Heather was standing. I could hear the shower running now that I had gotten closer.
“Can you unhook my necklace? I have the hardest time getting this off.” Heather said softly.
I reached up to grab the clasp of her necklace and Heather let her towel fall to the floor. Her perfect ass that I thought I could see as she walked through the hotel earlier was now in front of me in all its glory. It was even more perfect in its natural state. She had an infinity tattoo in the small of her back right where it started to round out. She reached up and pulls the pins out of her hair and allowed her long sandy brown hair to cascade down her back before turning around and facing me.
“Thank you,” she said. “There is plenty of room in the shower if you want to freshen up.”
I couldn’t believe she was talking to me. She kissed me softly on my lips and my body shuttered. I had never felt anything like that before, even when Glen kissed me and I was in love with him. She slowly turned and walked away. Before disappearing into the bathroom, she turned back and winke
d at me. I stood there dazed and confused trying to figure out what my next move should be. Was I supposed to go back to Glen in the other room? Was I supposed to wait here for her to finish her shower? Or was I supposed to go in the bathroom with her? I never in a million years would have imagined me being in the situation where I would be able to address a desire I have had for years.
I sat down and removed my sandals and then sat there for a few more moments. Then I stood up and slid my dress down and let it fall to the floor. I stood there with my pink lace thong and made the final decision that would change my life from that moment on. I walked into the bathroom where Heather was standing in the brown marble shower with the glass doors. She was standing underneath the rain shower allowing the water to run down her curvaceous body. She saw me enter the bathroom and opened the glass door.
I stepped into the huge shower that was big enough for at least four people. In addition to the rain shower head above, there were also several jets in the walls of the shower. There was also a small bench type seat in the back of the shower. She closed the glass door behind me and pulled me close to her underneath the falling water. My heart started to race. Heather took a loofah and began to soap up my body. I still could not believe what was going on. She turned me around and came close so I could feel her breasts on my back. Her nipples were hard, and I could feel them running back and forth across my back as she washed me. After getting me completely clean she turned me back around and pushed my wet hair out of my face.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“If at any point you want me to stop just let me know,” Heather said.
I nodded and then she started to kiss me. I closed my eyes and her juicy lips against mine was taking me to another place. I forgot I was in the Omni Hotel Presidential Suite. I forgot about Glen sitting out in the living room probably wondering what I was doing. I got lost in Heather. I felt her soft skin rubbing against mine. She took her tongue and ran it down my neck sending shivers up my spine. I then felt her sucking on my nipples and moans started to escape my mouth. My head fell back, and I rubbed Heather’s back as she continued to lick and suck my breasts. She backed me up and sat me down on the bench in the back of the shower and got down on her knees. She was so gentle and everything she did seemed so passionate.
She looked up at me and smiled. I rubbed the sides of her face, “you are beautiful.”
“You are too,” she replied sitting down on the shower floor. Heather took my right leg and lifted it up and I began to feel a tingling run from my foot all the way up to my clit, and I had no idea she had started sucking on my toes. I had never had anyone suck my toes before. Her tongue danced between my toes and I had to brace myself on the glass walls of the shower. She put my right leg on her left shoulder and scooted closer to me. Her tongue introduced itself to my clit, and I nearly climaxed right there. Then she began to taste me and my moaning got louder. She put my left leg on her right shoulder and went on to explore all of me. I grabbed the back of her head as I got closer to ecstasy and before I could stop it, I had cum. I leaned back on the wall of the shower and opened my eyes.
Heather got up and grabbed my hand and led me back into the bedroom. Glen was sitting at the foot of the bed, “you ladies having fun?”
Heather giggled and said, “The fun is just starting. Why don’t you go shower and come join us?”
Glen got up, disrobed, and disappeared into the bathroom. Heather laid me down in the King size bed pushing a few of the five pillows onto the floor. She climbed in after me and sat up with her back against the headboard as if she was about to settle in to watch TV.
“Come here.” she beckoned for me.
I climbed on top of her and straddled her legs. Her wet sandy brown her falling over her shoulders letting small drips of water fall and run down her breasts. Just seeing those drops of water making their way down her skin sent excitement through me. I leaned down and kissed the top of her large breasts. I felt her rubbing my back and I started to suck her nipples. For this being my first time, it felt so natural for me. Heather started to breathe heavy and that was like motivation for me to keep going. I kept sucking alternating from the left to the right and back again. Her breathing turned into moans which excited me even more.
“Lay down.” I told her.
She slid down until she was flat on her back. I spread her legs and knelt in front of her and found myself staring at her body. She had long toned legs that were indicative of time spent on the elliptical. Her perky breasts were sitting up allowing her erect nipples to point upward as she lay back. She had a scorpion tattooed on her left thigh, and I rubbed my hand across it.
“Be careful. You know if you mess with a Scorpio too much you can get stung.” she said to me softly.
“I’ll take my chances.”
I leaned down and began licking on the scorpion and her body started to squirm. I spread her legs and saw her excitement by the wetness of her pussy. As I began to taste her, soft moans started to escape from her mouth. Once I noticed her body responding to me it sent me over the edge and I began to devour her.
“Don’t stop…yes…right there.”
Heather’s sounds of pleasure started to fill the room. As I continued to please Heather, I felt Glen come up behind me. This was the perfect time for him to take advantage of me from behind. As I continue to please Heather, Glen entered me and I almost came instantly. The feelings I felt in that moment were beyond anything I had ever felt before.
“Damn you are so wet.” Glen said to me.
I responded by pushing back on him matching his rhythms as I continued to please Heather. I could feel the rise in my stomach letting me know I was close to another climax. While I continued to suck on Heather’s clit, I took my fingers and entered her and I felt her scratch my back. Glen smacked my ass and plunged deeper inside of me. Our motions and vibrations rose and as if being directed by an orchestra conductor our crescendos all came at the same time. Bodies shivering, screams releasing, and pleasure had by all.
This continued for the next two hours. Glen pleased me, then I pleased him as well. Glen found his way into Heather, and they enjoyed one another. We found a way to both ride Glen. I watched, Glen watched, and Heather watched. Bringing ourselves to orgasm over and over until we collapsed in the King size bed. Before I knew it, the sun was starting to come in through the windows, so Glen and I had to get dressed so we could head home. Heather was heading back to Chicago later that day just as Glen and I had to get back to our normal lives.
On the ride home, I kept getting whiffs of Heather’s scent. She had made her way into my hair. Last night was fantastic and more than I ever thought it was.
“What did you think?” Glen said.
I snapped out of my thoughts before I lost myself completely in them. “It was good.” I said nonchalantly.
I didn’t want to make it seem like to Glen that I enjoyed it more than I should. The truth of the matter is, I wanted to go back to the Omni and find my way again between Heather’s thighs. Like Xscape said in their song it was “the softest place on Earth.”
“Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked Glen.
“I did. Thank you baby, for fulfilling my fantasy. I appreciate you and know that it was a stretch for you.”
After making it home Glen and I had to hurry and get dressed for work. I went back to my long skirt and cardigan trying to get back into my world, but Heather was still deep in my thoughts. All day at work scenes from last night kept playing in my mind. I could not shake it off. But I just attributed it to being something new, and that it’ll fade in the background like any other experience.
By Friday though I knew this was not going to be the case. I had been having dreams about Heather, daydreaming about Heather, and I knew it was an issue when I was still thinking about her even when I was having sex with Glen. Next thing I knew I found myself on Heather’s Facebook page. I stared at the button that said “message.”
With Love,
Erica
I sat there looking at the message fighting to decide if I would hit that blue arrow that looks like a paper airplane. Once I push it, then that would be me releasing that blue paper airplane in the wind and not being able to bring it back. There would be no turning back.
I put my phone down and closed my eyes. My mind went back to Monday night in the marble rain shower with Heather, and that was enough for me to let the blue paper airplane fly.
I knew I wouldn't get a response right away because it said Heather was last active 57 minutes ago. I didn't even know how frequent she checked her Facebook. Throwing my phone back in my purse I carried on with the rest of my day.
Days went by, but I didn’t get a reply. It got to the point that I was checking the message multiple times an hour to see if it had been seen and I realized it was not even read. Then the thought that it was not meant to be took over me, and that I needed to move on. But the faint desire in the back of my mind was now growing like a thirst for a drink I had only had once. I found myself watching lesbian porn, checking out the girls at the gym like I had done when I was younger, and truly I felt like I wanted that. My secret obsession became my dirty little secret.
I will never forget the moment that little blue paper airplane had been thrown back to me with a response. I was laying on Glen's lap watching episodes of Greenleaf that we missed when my phone vibrated and dinged on the coffee table. I grabbed my phone and saw the bubble with the familiar profile picture looming of the beautiful woman with the sandy brown hair, juicy lips, and perfect ass.
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