by Monica May
The second floor is where all the action takes place. From the pictures, half appears to be a lounging area with separated seating spaces. The walls are covered in large canvas prints of men and women in different provocative poses. We come across one picture that shows beds lined up on the far wall with sheer curtains as barriers. Flipping around the site, we come to the conclusion that the pictures are a description of what that area is used for. I’m both panicked and aroused. It's a very strange mix of emotions. It's amazing how much a person can know your thoughts without a word being said.
Grant starts to rub the back of my shoulders as he senses my discomfort. “We’re going to have a great time; if we hate it, we will simply leave. But, who else do you know OTHER than Samantha that can say they have been to a place like this?” Reaching over, he gently turns my face to him and gazes into my eyes. “Trust me. Trust me to take care of you when we’re there, to take care of your needs and your fears; I wont let you down.”
My anxiety evaporates instantly. “I love you so much. I promise to let you take care of me.” I lean forward, surrendering my lips to him. Pushing his hand through my hair to the nape of my neck, he makes a closed fist and firmly pulls my head back as he starts to explore my mouth. The force he uses is surprising; this is not his nature, but it feels good to give him control again. I feel him smile against my lips. Lowering his head, he takes a nip at my ear. “Let’s go to bed, Bossy Girl.”
“You are calling me bossy right now? Because at this moment, I don’t feel like I'm in control. Not that I don’t enjoy it, but you seem to be the boss at the moment.”
“Shelby, you know just as much as I do, you are always in control. You liked me pulling your hair? Didn’t you?” I nod my head yes. “Now, let’s get that ass of yours to bed and see if you’ll let me get a few spanks in for being a bad girl.”
We head off to bed and have another steamy night. A night that we can say, “That night was one of the best nights we have ever had!” I want to be able to say that every time we make love. I want to be able to say, "That was the most erotic thing I have ever done!"
Chapter 18
Time to hit the mall; I need a gown, shoes, and thigh-highs, of course! I decide to check out the ball gown section first to see if there is anything that would be sexy enough for the party. A young saleswoman introduces herself as Meg and asks, “What can I help you find today?” If only this poor girl knew. I decide to keep most details to myself and tell her I need a formal floor-length gown that can possibly break down to a cocktail dress for a masquerade ball.
Meg claps her hands in excitement. “I have the perfect dress for you. It comes in two colors—black for a sleek sexy look or royal purple for a glamorous look. Both are trimmed in gold embroidery with beading work that makes the bodice sparkle.” She grabs my hand like we are teenage BFFs and pulls me across the department store to where all the formal Mardi Gras gowns are located. She rounds the rack and pulls the royal purple gown out first. It’s breathtaking and exactly what I asked her for. The bodice is a fitted corset with a deep plunging sweetheart neckline adorned with sparkling beads and embroidered gold filigree. The skirt is reminiscent of Gone with the Wind, and the bottom is big and puffy with lots of silk fabric that billows down to the ground. There’s a wide purple ribbon around the waist and a large fabric rose in the back with two long ribbons hanging perfectly behind the dress. I look up at Meg in amazement that she has instantly found the exact dress I described to her and in my favorite color.
And she knows it, I can tell by the smile on her face as she goes on, “Wait for it, I have more. Did you forget about the cocktail dress?” I smile and nod my head yes; I was so taken by the dress I totally forgot about my second request. She pulls a button from behind the rose, and the skirt drops to the floor. There is a fitted cocktail-length skirt underneath that is the same color as the long skirt, but fitted with a gold scallop trim. It’s not as short as I would like, but being the Holly the Homemaker that I am, I know I can fix that quickly on my sewing machine at home.
I head to the dressing room to try it on, and Meg comes along. “This dress is a two-person job and, you will need my help.” She is right; this dress is so heavy, I will need Grant to help me in and out of it.
Once Meg strings me up, I turn to the mirror. “WOW,” is all I can say. The royal purple reminds me of the satin ties Grant and I used the night of our anniversary. The gold beads and embroidery are absolutely gorgeous, so detailed and elegant. This dress has a price tag of $1,100.00, but lucky me, it’s on clearance for $350.00 due to a stain at the bottom of the cocktail dress in the back. Since I’m cutting that off anyway, it’s a great deal for me. And I think we will just have to buy tickets to the Endymion Ball next Mardi Gras! Karen has been begging us for years to go to the ball with her, as her husband rides in the parade every year. Meg can tell by how great this dress looks on me that she has made a sale. I blurt out, “I say yes to the dress, Meg. Ring me up. I have more shopping to do.”
After purchasing the dress, I head over to the undergarment section. Meg will hold onto the dress until I return. She wants to see the shoes I buy before leaving, and the dress is too heavy to lug around the store anyway. I’m unsure of what color thigh-highs to buy. Black is too dark and nude has no pizazz. I am starting to get discouraged as I wander from store to store. Finally, I find something that would look magnificent once the floor length skirt is removed. The tops of the stockings are a beautiful gold lace, and the stockings themselves are a sheer shimmering gold. Oh so sexy. Stockings, check, and now, off to find shoes!
I head back to the department store and down the escalator to the shoe department. Gold shoes are a must, but it will be tricky to find a classy pair. It must be my lucky day today. I come across another great sale. I see a pair of Dolce & Gabbana in my size. They are 75% off and stunning. I'm not one to wear super high heels, but these have a three-inch platform to go with the five-inch spiked heel. The heels are a shiny gold metal, and it reminds me of a bullet. The actual shoe is a gold shimmery material covered in gold sequins that fan out from the top to the bottom of the peep-toe. They are very movie star looking. Since the platform offsets the height, I tell myself they will be manageable to walk in for a few hours. And for $30.00, who cares if I never wear them again.
I head back up the escalator to find Meg and my dress. She sees me coming from across the store and lights up with excitement. “What did you get?” she calls out from across the store. I look around to notice there is no one else around; I must be the highlight of her day. Laughing as I approach her, I pull out the shoes.
In a very dramatic voice, she says, “OMG, these shoes were made for this dress. You are going to look so freaking hot, your husband is going to think he died and went to heaven.”
“Thanks, I really appreciate your help. I couldn’t have done this without you. I’ll be sure to recommend all my friends to you personally.” She smiles and gives me a hug. “Have a great time at the ball, Cinderella.” I head out of the door with my big heavy dress and other bags. It’s a struggle to make it to the car, but thankfully, I was parked close to the door.
Chapter 19
The most anticipated day of our marriage has arrived. I’m trying to pack my suitcase as we booked a hotel room in the city for a mini vacation. I have to admit, my nerves are back. The kids have already headed off to their destinations, and with one hour before the limo gets here, my stomach starts to turn. I’m not sure if I can do this. Can I do this? Have I been kidding myself with all the smut reading? Believing I have the balls to do this? Let’s throw out the girl-on-girl stuff for a moment; right now, that’s so far from possible, I’m not even sure I can walk out of the front door.
Grant has stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. I don’t even notice him until he is pressed up against my back with his warm breath on the back of my neck. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want, but I know you can. I’ll be right there wi
th you. I won’t leave you for a second. Not one second. Whatever you want to do is fine with me.”
I turn into his arms, rest my cheek on his chest, and run my fingers though the soft hair covering his chest. Just having him this close saying those words helps wash away my fears. I look up into his handsome face and find trust; I’m back to where we were before the “cyber incident.” I trust Grant with my life, my soul, and my heart.
“Thanks, I really needed that. Now, I have a surprise for you.”
His lips turn up in a sexy smile. “I'm not sure my heart can take any more surprises, Bossy Girl. The last five months have been full of surprises. What could you possibly have left?”
“Just one small surprise; it will arrive in an hour to bring us to the hotel.” I raise one eyebrow, and with a half-cocked smile, I say, “A limo!”
His eyes don’t leave mine. His smile is controlled as he leans down close to my lips and with a deeper than normal sexy voice, he says, “Are you telling me we are going to have limo sex?”
I giggle at his attempt to be extra sexy. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you. So make sure you save all your testosterone, you are going to need it tonight.” I kiss him quickly and continue packing as I shoo him off to do the same.
I make a point of letting him see me put my dress on without panties. I slip on a pair of ballet slippers and a light sweater. December in New Orleans can be anywhere from eight degrees to thirty degrees, but today we are still in the sixties. So it’s comfy and cool for us, but not cold. The rest of the hour goes by quickly getting the formal clothes together and making sure I do not forget any essentials: flat iron, curling iron, makeup, and last but not least, my thigh-highs.
Grant and I try not to make eye contact for fear we may jump each other before we leave. We want to make sure we can use the limo for its intended use. Our bags are ready and waiting at the door when my cell phone rings. It’s the limo driver; he’s going to be about fifteen minutes late. I give Grant a disappointed look. “I just want to be on our way already. The driver is running late. I need a glass of wine to take the edge off. You want one?”
We both have a glass of wine, which works wonders on my nerves. We are primed and ready for the ride; my inhibitions have been tempered for the moment. The limo driver arrives and packs all of our belongings into the trunk. We take the rest of our wine for the ride.
It will take about an hour to go from our home to the hotel in New Orleans. This trip will take us over the longest bridge over water in the world. A glorious twenty-three straight miles over Lake Pontchartrain. There are no stop signs, no red lights, and only two lanes of traffic moving south at sixty-five miles per hour. It's still light out right now, but the tint on the windows is dark enough that no one will be able to see in. By the time we make it to the bridge, it should be dusk. Did I mention I was an over-planner? I tell myself to take a deep breath and take another sip of wine.
I decide to listen to my inner sex goddess and slide into the limo. I don’t slide over too far, wanting him right up against my body. He gets in after having a chat with the driver. I don’t even ask what has been said; I don’t want to know. I’m going to listen to my sex goddess and go with the flow. I'm trying my best not to over-analyze it.
As Grant gets into the car, he leans over to me, hooks his index finger under my chin, and pulls me into a kiss. It’s strong and loving, and his tongue is deep and claiming, oh so good. I moan against his lips as he opens his eyes to watch me with his sexy grin. He pulls his lips from mine, and I put my fingers through his hair pulling him back to me for my turn at the wheel. He lets me take control. I lightly slip my tongue through his lips, then retreat, and lick them slowly. I enter his mouth again for a slow dance pulling his tongue into my mouth as if I am giving it a blowjob. I know he loves this; he loves to visualize me sucking him off.
Speaking of a blowjob, that’s exactly what’s on the agenda next. I know I said no plan, but this is a given! I try to slide down to the floor, but Grant grabs me by the arms and shakes his head no.
“No, ma'am, I’m taking care of you this entire trip.” His strong arms pull me over onto the long seat. I’m now flat on my back with Grant on top of me, and my dress is up and over my head. He spreads my legs as far as they will go and gently licks my folds. He licks me slowly from the bottom of my entrance to the top of my clit, stopping there to make slow circles. At this rate, I may come before we exit our subdivision.
I hear Air Supply come through the speakers and give Grant a sideways grin. “Is that what you were chatting to the driver about?” He shrugs his shoulders and looks back down at my wet pussy. I’m soaked already, begging him to fuck me. Grant chuckles. “Sorry, Bossy Girl, you won’t get your way this time. We have a long ride. You are going to come more times than you can imagine tonight, so be patient.”
He thrusts two fingers into me and it’s sheer pleasure. He’s moves them in and out while suckling my clit. The feeling is so intense as he has one finger circling my forbidden pucker below. He has not entered it, but just the feeling of him making circles there sends me over the edge. My first orgasm hits me with intense pleasure, and he groans as I explode.
He lets me recover by pulling out of me gently, but he is still softly lapping up my arousal. Once my breathing has leveled out, he pulls his pants off, picks me up by the hips, and turns me around onto his lap. My back is to his front, and he puts me down hard on cock. I gasp in surprise at the roughness, but it feels so deep.
“Ride me, Shelby!”
I plant my feet on the floor and use my yoga-toned muscles to push my body up and down his engorged length. I use long slow strides, feeling his entire cock slide fully in and out of me. I feel the mushroom top and all the veins on the way down. After a few slow strokes, I hear Grant moaning in pleasure as his cock continues to grow larger and stiffer.
I see my very well-prepared purse just within reach and pull out a small hand towel to toss to Grant. With a laugh, he says, “Always a boy scout, Shelby, but I’m far from ready. Keep riding me; it feels so fucking good, I hope I never come.” This position allows me to hold myself up with my arms and grind my pelvis around him in a circle.
He has not pushed the envelope too far, but he always leaves me wanting more. I have put my hands on the floor with my ass exposed to him as I grind. Tilting my head to look over my shoulder, I watch him. He licks his thumb and rubs it over my anus. The anticipation makes my pussy throb. I never know if he is going to just massage it or push in. I close my eyes and relax, letting him do as he pleases. I am riding him up and down when I feel his fingertip enter my ass. He lets his rhythm follow mine by pushing in and out at the same time I pull on and off him. I come hard and strong, feeling Grant come right behind me.
I sit back in a hypnotic daze as he wraps me in his arms. “Limo sex is the bomb; we have to do this more often.” I hand him the towel as I rise off of him so we can get cleaned up. I sit back onto his lap with him leaning against the side glass to cradle me. We hold onto each other like we have all day as the miles pass by on the bridge. But Grant is not done with me, and to tell you the truth, I want more. My core needs him back inside of me.
My head is still resting on his shoulder as he slips his hand inside the top of my dress and pulls down my bra to expose my breasts. Rubbing them with the right amount of pressure, he rolls one of my erect nipples and sends an electric charge straight down to my pussy. A breathy moan escapes me as I feel the pressure starting to build within myself. He leans his head over and sucks my other nipple into his mouth while continuing to roll and tug the other. The sensation is incredible. Needing to be bare to him, I lift my dress off over my head. Bringing my hands down, I glide them over my belly and my hips in a dramatic fashion. Slowly, my fingers reach my clit, and I slide them up and down my slit. Grant lets out a growl as his eyes roll back in ecstasy. I make a show of my long fingers gliding up and down my lips. The pressure of his tugs on my nipples increases with the motio
ns of my fingers. I dip my middle finger deep down into my pussy, and Grant comes unglued. The suction and pulling he’s doing to my nipples has a painful bite followed by extreme pleasure. I pick up the pace of fucking myself, adding my thumb to my clit. I really think Grant may come in his pants; at this point, his moaning and groaning is louder than mine. It’s all so carnal—the sounds coming from Grant, the feeling of his mouth, the smell of sex in the air, and my fingers inside myself. It’s so beautiful that we have come this far. It makes a tear slip from my eye as I come. Grant licks it from my face with a smile since he knows it's a tear of joy.
“You are so beautiful when you make yourself come. Do you know how hard that makes me? Do you?”
“Oh, yes, I do know how hard it makes you. That’s the reason I do it; I am a greedy girl.” I smile up at him. “We only have about fifteen minutes left, so please put that hard dick in me.” We steam up the limo the rest of the ride there and barely have enough time to put ourselves back together before the driver opens the door.
We have arrived at our hotel, which sits right across the street from the club. After checking into this beautiful old world hotel, we decide to take a little nap before it’s time to get ready. We lie in bed together as one in a warm cocoon.
Chapter 20
I pull my hair up in a neat French twist with a few stray curls hanging around my face and in the back. My face is done up with smoky eyes and glossy lipstick. I smooth on the gold thigh-high stockings and attach them to the purple lace garter belt I have on. Looking at my legs in the mirror, I see how far I have come in five months. My legs are toned, my belly is flatter, and my arms actually have a nice shape to them. I smile at my reflection feeling more confident than I have in a long time. With only my garter belt, thigh highs, and heels on, I stand with my hand on my hip and call to Grant. “Hey, I need your help in here, please.”