by Emily Kee
He was quirky, had eccentric taste, and did things in the strangest little ways, but I agreed to his latest request.
As the server returned with our food, he asked them to bring a blindfold to the table. It was presented on a silver platter, and was silky and padded. He simply nodded, and the server slipped it over my head, the elastic holding it in place.
Sitting at the table, unable to see my food, I blindly felt around for my sandwich on my plate. Picking it up, I leaned in towards the table and took a bite of the shrimp salad croissant. A small bit fell out of the back and landed on my chest. I felt the cold, moist piece of shrimp covered in a mayonnaise sauce slowly roll down my breast and then stop.
I went to reach up and remove it when he said, “Stop, let me.”
I heard his chair push back, and soon he was standing beside me. I could feel his presence. I expected his fingers to pick it off, but what I got instead was his mouth, eating it from my bare bosom. I gasped at his warm mouth, and the shock of his daringness. And yet…it felt so good.
I knew the server was standing in the room, and probably watching him. I blushed with the knowledge that people could see what he was doing. I didn’t stop him.
A small sigh escaped my lips, as he latched onto my nipple. A tender, suckling motion soothed my embarrassment away, and I got lost in the moment. As I eased into the feeling, he gently let go and went back to sit down. I heard his chair pull back in and sat breathing heavily, slow and steady, taking in what just happened.
“So who is this guest of yours,” I said, trying to regain my composure. I felt a small puddle forming between my legs.
“You have a choice,” he started, “you can remain blindfolded, or sign a confidentiality contract. They are very high profile. It’s your choice, see who it is, without the ability to discuss it in any form at a later date, or choose to remain oblivious.”
I squirmed in my seat, “That’s intriguing.”
“I’m well connected,” he said, “and my guests know I’ll take care of them.”
I knew there was no way I was staying blindfolded, I was dying to know who it was. Maybe it was some big name celebrity or politician. I couldn’t be sure, but I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. I might be embarrassed, but I wanted to know who I would be strutting for.
It didn’t end up being as exciting as I’d hoped. It was some high political figure, but I had no clue who they were – and just pretended it was a famous actor to keep myself in the moment.
As he entered the dining area, he was escorted to our table, and I was brought a paper to sign. He stood behind me before I added my signature. It was clear and concise; I would not discuss any manner of my weekend here, or speak of knowing of the resort’s existence.
I listened to the men speak, and continued to finish my sandwich. Our server was called over to bring me back to my room. I was simply given the instruction to be ready in one hour. Be ready for what? Was this the displaying he spoke of?
I returned to my room and climbed on the bed. I curled up thinking about the afternoon I’d all ready experienced. It was all so surreal, every tiny thing that happened. It felt dream like, but I knew it was real.
In precisely one hour, there was a knock on the door. One of the workers led me to the guest’s quarters. Inside, both he and Brice were sitting on a leather sofa, holding a drink.
Brice asked me to strip down and strut for the two of them. I gulped and did as he asked. Slowly peeling the bikini bottoms off, I walked before them, trying to add as much hip sway as I could, without looking silly.
My face flushed hot, knowing their eyes were on me. My nipples were pert and hard, and with each step, my breasts bounced slightly.
“Very lovely,” the guest said, “Where did you find this one?”
“She works with one of our businesses. She’s got quite a lovely body, doesn’t she?”
“I’d say. I’d like to have a taste of that. Will she be available?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; I bit my tongue so I didn’t react.
“I’m sorry; she’s with me this visit. I’ve got something special for you a little later,” he said, knowing his guest’s kink and desires well. “She’ll be right up your alley.”
I was so relieved hearing him claim me for his own, and suddenly felt proud, but very naked standing there.
“Come darling,” Brice said, patting his hand against his lap, guiding me to sit with him.
I walked over and sat on his thigh, realizing my naughty bits were pressed against his leg. I swallowed, and prayed I didn’t leave a wet spot. He stroked my back tenderly as he spoke to his guest. I was simply there as a trophy, an object to look at, but slowly, every so slowly, Brice’s hand slid to the curve of my bottom, and let his hand come to rest on it.
It was too late, I was certain I would leave a wet mark. I could feel the moisture between my legs, and I knew there would be no hiding it when I stood.
His finger toyed in the top of my ass crack, as he continued to talk with his high profile guest. He knew I was wet, I was sure of it. I closed my eyes, as he used his fingertips to stroke up and down the length of my crack. I sat on his lap, posed and silent.
After another fifteen minutes had passed, the men were closing their conversation. “I’ll be sending somebody over shortly. I think you’ll be pleased,” he added.
Turning to me, “Are you ready?”
I was, but I was also nervous to stand up, knowing fully well that I’d left quite a stain on his slacks. I took a deep breath and stood, not wanting to look. I couldn’t help myself, and found him looking at the exact same location as I was. “Somebody is leaking,” he teased, and then stood. I was so embarrassed.
He bent down and picked up my bikini bottoms, and then rather than handing them back to me, he tucked them into his pocket. “Shall we go?”
I followed behind him, as he opened the door to leave. My pussy lips exposed, my breasts jiggling as I walked, I kept my head down, watching the floor and his feet, so I didn’t have to look in people’s eyes if they saw me. I wasn’t that confident.
He led me down the winding hallways and back to his room. Opening the door for me, we walked in together. He took my bikini bottoms from his pocket and tossed them on the entryway table. “You won’t need these,” he smiled.
I followed him to the sofa, knowing I’d leave another wet spot on the cushion. I couldn’t turn off the faucet that had started to flow. I was more and more aroused as each moment passed. How is this possible? Less than a full day had gone by, and I went from being angry with my boss, to craving his touch.
He was so subtle in his movements, his touch, that you barely realized his hand was on you, until it was there. His fingers had found their way into my hair, and he ran them through the length of my dark locks. “You’ve got lovely lips,” he said looking at me, “may I kiss them?”
I nodded, not knowing what to say. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to lean in and kiss me; only instead he slid off the sofa and spread my legs. My heart raced realizing he meant my pussy lips. Before I could say much more, stunned by his approach, I felt his lips on my naughty bits, and he kissed them delicately.
I wanted to be angry, but it felt delicious, and I moaned gently instead. His tongue traced the length of my slit, and then pushed inside of me. Instinctively, I placed my hands on his head, and tipped my hips, so he could have better access. How is this even possible? I wasn’t going to do these kinds of things, and now I didn’t want him to stop.
Electricity was running wild through my body, and my shame went out the door. It was like a slow seduction, being whisked off to the island resort, being paraded around in next to nothing, the shaving of my legs, the licking of food off of my body – and I was being mesmerized, as much as I hated to admit it.
What did I have to lose? Mr. Brice Golden, billionaire extraordinaire was tucked between my legs and tasting me. I let my feelings go and decided to enjoy the pleasure he obviously wante
d to give me. I didn’t know what the following day would hold, or even if he would pay me a second mind when we got home, but I was at the point of not caring any longer.
We were getting intimately acquainted, and when he slid a finger inside of me, I realized just how intimately. Brice licked and sucked at my clit, lapping up my juices, while sliding a second finger into my wet box. I felt it building deep inside of me, and as my muscles began to clench, I held fast to his head and arched into him, bucking through the cresting desire. As the orgasm rolled through me, I drifted on the sexual high.
“I don’t know what to say,” I finally whispered.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I thought it was obvious.” I said, teasing him.
“Good, I’m glad. I need to do a few things, so why don’t you go grab a shower, and I’ll have a fresh uniform sent to your room. You’re free to explore for awhile, but I’d like to share some time with you later this evening, say around supper time. The beach is spectacular; you might enjoy spending some time out there.”
I laughed at the uniform part, basically another bikini bottom. He never once asked me to return the favor, but I wondered if I should ask. It only seemed fair. Before I got the courage, he stood and walked to his desk. I watched him move, and took note of his broad shoulders from behind.
Reaching to pick up a phone on his desk, he made a brief call. “Yes, can you send a uniform over for my friend?” Turning to me, whispering, “Would you like something to drink?”
“A diet soda would be great,” I answered and watched him continue his conversation.
“A diet soda, a fresh uniform, and that should be all. We’ll be dining on the beach this evening, say around six-thirty. Yes, my usual.”
Hanging up the phone, he excused me and told me he’d see me later. “It’s okay to wander, I’ll send for you if you aren’t in your room.”
“Thank you,” I said, suddenly feeling awkward, though relaxed.
“For?”
“For treating me so nicely, and umm, well…” I couldn’t finish the statement.
He laughed, seeing my shyness coming out. A smile spread across his face, “You’re welcome. You seem to have changed your sentiments from earlier this morning.”
“I’m not sure what I think anymore.”
“Keep an open mind; it will make for a pleasant weekend.”
I nodded and headed back to my room with quick instructions on which door was actually mine.
I decided to sit out on the balcony and look out at the ocean for the time being. I was relaxed and wanted to enjoy the view. I thought about the events of the day, and was a little embarrassed at how quickly I let him pleasure me. One moment seemed to stream into the next, and it felt like more than a couple of hours, and yet – I’d only gotten on the plane early this morning.
I was worn out from the adrenalin of it all, and soon drifted off to sleep. My mind went back to Brice’s room and his face between my legs, and I startled myself awake moaning in my sleep. I jerked upright, looking around, and realized I was still alone on the balcony.
Standing up, I went to look for a clock, making sure I had time to clean up with a quick shower before dinner. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to freshen up, in case something happened. Oh gosh, did I just think that? Seriously, you’re moving way too fast, girl. Sure he took you by surprise, but you don’t owe him anything. Don’t give it all away, or he won’t be back. I felt silly, thinking I even had a chance of being invited back – I’d all ready given him trouble this morning, and it was simply one weekend.
I grounded myself in the reality of the bills I had at home, the two jobs I was responsible for, and every other thing I had to take care of in the coming weeks. Enjoy the fairy tale weekend, but when it’s over, it’s over.
Six-thirty came around quickly, and a host was sent to call on me. I was dressed in another black bikini bottom and nothing else. I was shown to a table on the beach. This time I realized I didn’t feel as naked walking there topless.
Brice stood when I came to the table, as the host pulled out my chair. A round table with a cream colored tablecloth was in the sand. It was decorated with flowers and candles. Strings of white twinkle lights were strung up between palm trees, and the lull of the ocean serenaded us.
“Have you enjoyed your visit thus far?” He asked, staring into my eyes. I didn’t realize how nice they were before, and loved the little crinkles in the corners.
“It’s been interesting,” I said laughing.
“Interestingly good or interestingly bad,” he quizzed.
“My mood has lightened through the day, and I’d say interestingly well.” I hesitated, “You know, you don’t have to pay me for the weekend. I’m kind of enjoying myself. I almost feel weird taking money, now.”
He seemed amused. “Okay,” he said, curiously looking at me.
“What?” I asked, watching his expression.
“I’ve just never had somebody say that to me. It’s usually understood there is payment for time together.”
“Well, the experience has been enough. I don’t want the money.”
“Are you certain?”
“Very.”
“All right then, the money is off the table. Would you care to dance?” He asked, though I didn’t hear any music.
“Okay,” I said standing, realizing I’d be pressing my naked chest up against him. Once again he was dressed.
He put his hand up, and music came on. It’s like they watched his every move, and acted immediately. They knew what he wanted with the wave of his wrist – amazing. How many other times has he had this identical experience, I wondered. Is this how he spends all his weekends? I didn’t worry about it, since I knew it was a one time thing for me, and enjoyed the evening.
Pulling me into an embrace, he held me much too closely. Swaying to the light music in the background, his hands gravitated to my ass. “I’d much prefer to see you naked,” he said, his fingers dancing in the elastic of my bikini bottoms.
Without hesitation, I helped him slide them down and kicked them off. I stood naked on the beach, and let him pull me back into him. His fingers grazed gently against my skin as he danced with me. My head on his chest, I listened to his heartbeat as we moved. We were locked in an embrace, silent in the moment.
“Sir,” a voice came from behind us, “you have an important call.”
“Can it wait?”
“No, I’m afraid it can’t.”
“I apologize,” he said and took the cell phone that was handed to him. Stepping off a bit, I heard his tone change, it was tense but firm, “I’m busy, and you need to take care of this yourself.”
Coming back to me, he apologized again for the interruption. A server was pouring champagne into two crystal glasses, and he held one up once it was filled. “Shall we try again?”
I picked up the glass, and watched the man across from me. Why was he going through all of this? Was it simply to have sex, maybe leave a good impression, or to buy his happiness? I knew this wasn’t the time to analyze him, but I couldn’t help wondering why he went to such measures to woo me for only a weekend of time.
It was like some weird little fantasy playing out, maybe a different girl each weekend, or each month, take them away, impress them, get laid, and know that they’ll walk away on good terms?
Dinner was served shortly after, and as we finished, he stood and took my hand. Leading me up a path, and through double doors, we ended up in his bedroom.
“Quite presumptuous of you,” I said.
“I’m a man; I’m always going to try.” He grinned. “Am I mistaken to take you to bed with me?”
I smiled softly, “I’m not sure. What if I end up wanting more?”
“It’s a risk you have to take,” he paused and then gently reminded me, “I don’t do relationships.”
A gentle knock at the door, and Brice was grumbling under his breath. “This is getting old. I need to get this,” he said.
/> “Sir,” the person at the door handed him a phone. I peeked from the doorway, knowing I shouldn’t.
He cursed under his breath, and then answered, “Brice Golden,” his voice was hard and edgy. “What do you need me for? It’s pointless. Stop bothering me,” he said and hung up the phone.
He handed the phone back to the person at the door, giving precise instructions. “If she calls again, I’m not available.”
Closing the door, I could see his mood shifted. I suddenly felt awkward standing naked, and knew our plans had just changed.
“She?” I knew it wasn’t any of my business, but I couldn’t help myself.
“My wife is in labor,” he said, frustrated and kicking the leg of the table beside him.
“Your wife?” Shit. “I didn’t know you were married,” I said, sitting down, feeling like a fool.
“I’m sorry, I meant ex-wife. It’s not my child. She cheated on me, and we went through a quiet, but messy divorce. She keeps trying to play the sympathy card. I apologize that you were brought into this.”
I didn’t know what to say. “Would you like me to leave so you can be alone?”
“That’s the last thing I’d like. Would you mind just lying with me in bed for awhile? I don’t think I can perform any magic, but I’d like some company if you don’t mind.”
“Sure,” I said softly. My head was spinning. With every piece of information, every action, every moment, things changed. I could tell he was hurt, there was something in his voice, and yet it looked like anger was going to win his internal battle.
He stripped off his clothing as he spoke. Removing his shirt and slacks, he left his boxer briefs on, and they tightly hugged his form.
“She cheated on me with my best friend,” he started, “and then he left her too. She tried to claim the baby was mine. I had a suspicion and called her on it. When she confessed, I backed out of our marriage at that very moment. It was such a shame, we’d been trying to have kids for awhile, but I’d just learned, well…I shoot blanks. I knew it wasn’t my child. She didn’t know I knew that yet. I was trying to come to terms with how to tell her. That’s when I found out she was pregnant. I’d appreciate you keeping this gossip to yourself.”