Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  Rachel poured some of the partially melted frozen Margarita into an empty glass and handed it to me. I took a sip before asking, “What have you ladies been up to?"

  Chloe spoke, “Rachel and I have been catching up on events and reliving old memories. Boy, my head is still spinning from your whirlwind romance. I'm impressed. You know, I think of Rachel almost like a sister. I may not always show it, but I love this girl. Anyway, my point is that makes you almost like a brother-in-law.” Chloe held out her hand and laughed. “Welcome to the almost a family."

  I took her hand and said, “Thanks, sis."

  Rachel took my arm in hers and twined our fingers. “How was your visit with your aunt?"

  "Very nice. She's dying to meet you. Chloe as well."

  "Really? She wants to meet me?” Chloe asked, “Why?"

  "Because you are CC of CC ‘n Cooke. I played your demo for her and she loved it."

  Rachel laid her head on my shoulder. “She sounds nice. I'd like to meet her."

  "Auntie wanted to have dinner with us but I told her we didn't have time. Oh, she gave me this.” I pulled the envelope from my shirt pocket. “It's a wedding present."

  She opened the envelope, pulled out a note and read it. Then she reached back in the envelope and pulled out a check. I watched in slow motion as her calm demeanor, transformed into one of total excitement. She screamed, she freaked, she whimpered, she raised the check in the air and yelled, “Ten thousand dollars."

  Obviously, though Rachel's mother was well off, ten thousand dollars was a lot of money to the struggling chanteuse. I grabbed the note and read.

  To Scott and Rachel.

  You are both starting out together on a new and exciting experience. The experience of caring for another and being responsible to and for that person. You will be merging two households and money is always a problem to new families. I hope this modest contribution helps.

  To Rachel,

  You have captured my nephew's heart. Scott is like a son to me and his children will be like the grandchildren I never had.

  You are very talented and I will help if I can. I know you are very busy with performances and all, but if you can manage it, a grandchild for me to fuss over and spoil would make this fifty something old maid very happy.

  Love, Mim

  When Rachel calmed down, she said, “Your aunt is pushing for us to have children."

  "So I saw."

  "Incidentally I've been, thinking the same thing. I would love to have a baby, Scott."

  "And I would love to have a baby Rachel. It's settled then. Put your order in to the stork. Fraternal twins. A boy for you and a girl for me."

  Rachel insisted on calling Aunt Mim and thanking her and during her thirty minute conversation, I really got to know Chloe. For all her quirks, I decided I liked her. In a way, she seemed an extreme version of Rachel. No wonder they were friends.

  * * * *

  Time was running out. This was our last night together. The thought of her leaving the next day sent butterflies through my stomach. I slipped on my pajama bottoms—I didn't wear tops—and brushed my teeth before getting in Rachel's bed.

  "I just love your Aunt Mim. She's so much fun. I can't wait to meet her when I get back. You did tell her that my Mother is African American, didn't you?"

  "Yes, I told her before we got married."

  "Good. And she didn't have a problem with that?"

  "No, not at all. She said ‘It's what's inside a person that matters and if I love you, then you must be special.’”

  Rachel was wearing a flimsy, Fredrick's of Hollywood, black, fringe, baby doll nightgown. She edged across the bed so she was beside me and putting her arm over my chest, snuggled cozily in the crook between my shoulder and neck. “You know I still owe you a blow job don't you?"

  "Now that you mention it, that's right. That asshole interrupted us."

  Rachel's hand roved downward from my chest toward the opening in my PJs. Reaching in, she began stroking my flaccid penis. Having learned my hot spots, her knowledgeable fingers were working their magic upon my hapless member. It wasn't long before it had tripled in size and protruded through the slit in my pajama bottoms. With my hot rod out and exposed, she began stroking the full length of it. She paused a moment, reaching in her nightstand drawer and pulled out a vial containing a yellow colored liquid.

  Between moans I asked, “What's that?"

  "This, my dear husband, is edible, lemon flavored lubricant, one of the goodies I picked up at an adult store the day Chloe and I went shopping for a wedding dress. The crotchless panties you fucked me through last night was another."

  She stopped rubbing me to pour the liquid into her palm. “What other goodies did you buy?” I asked.

  Looking at me coyly, with her signature lopsided smile, she said, “You'll find out in good time.” She placed her slick hands on my cock, stroking it up and down slowly. I gasped. It felt warm and I could smell the lemony aroma. What she was doing felt so good that after milking me—jacking me off—with the smooth warm lubricant for a minute or two, I was ready to cum. I was almost there, when—"Are you ready to collect on my debt?"

  "Oh, sweetheart. You have me so close to cumming this way. If you keep doing what you were doing until I cum, I'll be satisfied."

  Rachel's eyes seemed to light up with excitement. “Oh, good. I get to watch."

  I was reminded how one of Rachel's most endearing qualities was her ability, as a sexually active twenty-five year old grown woman, to view things with the exuberance and wonderment of a child.

  It also turned me on that she was going to watch me cum. Within a minute after she commenced her talented ministrations, I blew my load. My ejaculate shot out with force. Five or six spurts of male milk erupted randomly, some even landing in her hair.

  She apparently found the event astonishing, because she exclaimed, “Wow! It's like a fountain. That was great. Did you like it? Can we do that again?"

  "It was fabulous. However, it takes time for me to rejuvenate. I can't have multiple climaxes like you."

  She licked the spunk that had run down on her hand. “You know, I don't much like the taste, but I love the creamy texture of your semen. How long does it take for you to regenerate?"

  "I don't know. As little as two or three hours but after all the sex we had since yesterday it might be days instead of hours."

  I finished the night off by performing cunnilingus on her. After she had a climax, still determined to give me another hand job, she succeeded in getting me hard, only to be disappointed by the reduced velocity of my second orgasm in forty-five minutes. Nevertheless, the next morning, through persistence, Rachel managed to recreate the fountain effect. She even created a tape measure event when a gob, probably the first one, hit the wall almost four feet above the mattress.

  I glanced at the clock, nine-thirty. My gut wrenched at the realization that their flight to Frisco was ten hours off. Eight if you count the time at the airport. “I need to have you and Chloe to Burbank in eight hours. What shall we do today?"

  "We could stay in bed, making love until it's time to go."

  I sighed. “Not likely, baby. I need some time to recuperate, to regenerate my libido."

  "I know, let's invite your aunt to lunch. Our treat. I'll get CC."

  Auntie Mim couldn't make it to lunch, but she really wanted to see us so she insisted that we come to her house for an early dinner. She suggested we bring the women's luggage and they could leave for the airport in her limo.

  * * * *

  We pulled up in my Mustang about three-twenty, parked in the circle drive and walked to the gate. I rang and like before, someone answered and buzzed us in. However, Mim did not open the fancy front door. This time her friend Nora Steele answered. “Hello, Scott."

  After the requisite embrace and cheek peck, Nora said, “I'm sorry, Scott. Mim isn't back yet. She called me saying she would be late and asked me to cover for her.” She looked my ladies over. Ad
dressing Rachel, Nora said, “You must be Scott's new bride. Rachel, isn't it?"

  Rachel nodded.

  Nora turning to Chloe, continued, “And you, the fair one, must be CC. What a talented duo you are and so pretty."

  Finally finding my tongue, I introduced them, “Rachel, Chloe, this is Nora Steele, Aunt Mim's friend."

  After a few seconds, recognition hit and Rachel's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “The, Nora Steele?” she exclaimed, “the famous novelist?"

  Nora smiled and said, “That's me. Won't you come inside? I have made coffee and tea. Dinner will be served in fifty minutes."

  Inside, Rachel trailed after Nora like a puppy dog. “I'm your biggest fan, Ms Steele. I've read everything you have written."

  Reaching the drawing room Nora picked out an armchair near the couch, sat down and smiled at her. “I am flattered that you are such a fan, Rachel. “I'll tell you what. If you and CC will autograph the demo Scott has gave Mim, I will sign a copy of my latest book for each of you."

  To my surprise, Chloe responded before Rachel, “that would be great, Ms Steele."

  "It's settled then. Now, CC, would you like coffee or tea?"

  * * * *

  An hour later, we were sitting down to the casual dinner Aunt Mim had promised, Lobster Bisque, Caesar's salad, lamb chops, potatoes au gratin, asparagus and crème brulee. Rachel and I sat next to each other. Chloe was opposite us at the oversized dining room table, with Nora at the end. We barely started on the entrée when Aunt Mim rushed in. “Sorry, I'm late. I had this dreadful meeting that I had to attend."

  Mim walked over and stood between Rachel and me. “Even prettier than your pictures. Aren't they pretty, Nora?"

  "Indeed they are, Mim."

  Mim bent over and hugged Rachel, who started to rise. “Please stay seated.” Reaching across the table, taking Chloe's hand, she said, “in case you haven't guessed, I'm Scott's wicked aunt.” She put a hand on my shoulder then removed it, continued over and kissed Nora on the lips.

  Of course, I knew that Nora and Mim were more than housemates. I thought Rachel and CC would figure it out without my telling them but apparently, they were more naïve than I thought. I looked at them and they couldn't even disguise their shock—their mouths were open, eyes unblinking.

  Mim laughed. “Poor things. Didn't Scottie tell you I was gay?"

  Their mouths still open, Rachel and Chloe shook their heads in unison.

  "Well, I am and Nora is my partner. Obviously, we don't publicize it, but we don't pretend not to be either. Actually, our tenth anniversary is approaching and I would be very pleased if you would attend our party.” Mim sat down at the opposite end of the table from Nora. “You would get to meet some very impressive people, the majority of which are gay."

  Rachel said, “Of course we'll come, won't we, Scott?"

  "Certainly,” I agreed.

  "Good. Nora, add them to the guest list."

  "Now, Rachel, I must admit, you are every bit as charming as I suspected you were on the phone. May I ask you a personal question?"

  "Of course. What is it?"

  "I may be wrong, but being gay I can usually sense these things and Nora senses it, too. Have you and CC been intimate? Are you bi-sexual? Mind you now, I see nothing wrong if you are."

  * * * *

  Chloe blushed as bright red as I suspect I did, from the flush I felt flow through my body. Chloe in particular, her eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights. I looked to Scott for some sign of how to handle this, of what to say.

  Scott spoke to me softly, “Just tell her. She won't care.” And that's what I did.

  "Auntie Mim, you are not mistaken. CC and I have been intimate but let me assure you, I am fully committed to your nephew. I love him in a way that I never thought possible and he makes me very happy."

  "Of course, you are. I can see that. You have the look of love. I never meant to infer otherwise."

  After dinner, we adjourned back to the drawing room where Nora offered each of us an after dinner drink. Chloe and Scott opted for Amaretto. Mim took Drambuie. Not being much of a drinker I said, “Surprise me."

  Nora handed a brandy tumbler, contents unknown and I took a sip. “Ummm, this is good, Nora. What is it?"

  Nora looked pleased. “It's Crème de Cocoa."

  Nora and Mim seemed to gravitate to Chloe and me. Scott soon found himself out of the conversation as we ladies found much to talk about. Every so often, one of us would attempt to drag him in our conversation but it wouldn't last. Obviously, he didn't care, because he just sat there and smiled. I loved him so much.

  In what seemed like no time, it was time to leave for the airport. My stomach lurched as I realized for the umpteenth time that I would be away from Scott for two months. Suddenly I craved his arms around me, pulling me in tightly. I closed my eyes and pictured his naked body atop mine, the feeling of his sex thrusting into me. Shaking my head to dislodge my welcomed, but untimely reverie, I noticed my lower extremities had gotten wet.

  Auntie summoned her chauffeur, Stephens, instructing him to take the luggage out of Scott's car and put it in the Limo.

  Scott volunteered to help, giving him something to do. He left with Stephens.

  Nora whispered something into Mim's ear. Mim smiled and whispered something back, who in turn whispered back to Mim. Then she turned to us, still smiling and said, “I'm sorry for being so rude but Nora has a wonderful idea."

  [Back to Table of Contents]

  Chapter Eighteen

  San Francisco

  "If you smoke after sex, you're doing it too fast."

  —Woody Allen

  "Nora has never been to San Francisco and I haven't been in years. What would you say if we changed into something comfortable and all drive to San Francisco in the limo? We would stay long enough to catch your show and come back the next morning."

  I looked at CC who was beaming. She nodded. “We accept your invitation and look forward to riding up there together."

  "Good. It's settled then. I will tell Stephens so he can prepare for a two-night stay and we will do the same. Make sure you call the airline and cancel your flight."

  "You and Nora go ahead and get ready. Chloe and I will tell Scott and Stephens the good news."

  Nora looked at Mim and then me. “Ooh, this is so exciting. I haven't done anything spontaneous in years. We'll be ready in a half hour.” She took Mim's hand and as they were leaving, “This gives me an idea for a new novel."

  Scott seemed to be tickled. He hugged and kissed me, which once more made me remember how good it felt to make love to him. Why am I always so horny around this man?

  True to their word, Nora and Mim were ready in less than thirty minutes. They both had discarded their formal wear in favor of casual slacks and comfortable shoes. And they each had a small matching overnight bag.

  We all climbed into the limo as Nora explained our plans to the maid, suggesting she take the next two days off. When Nora joined us, we were off.

  * * * *

  The limousine was wonderful. Scott told me it was an older one, a white Lincoln Continental with white leather wrap around seating, a mini bar and an entertainment center, where our demo played softly, alternating with CDs by Delirium, Era and someone I had never heard of Arvel Bird. His music was very good. Mim said he was of Native American heritage. I made a mental note to check into him.

  We had been traveling up the beautiful coastal highway for a couple of hours and the conversation had waned. The sun was beginning to set. Mim and Nora relaxed in the rear seat while CC, Cooke ‘n Rader sat on the lengthwise seat opposite the TV and wet bar. I was in the middle, Scott to my left.

  CC's face had begun to clear up in the intervening forty hours. I asked her if she purchased the protection from Lester she mentioned. At first, she didn't answer. She reached in her purse and fished out two objects. Holding up one that looked like a TV remote, she said, “This is a Taser. Five hundred thousand volts. One
shot of this and he'd be squirming on the floor.” She held up the second item, an aerosol can. “This is pepper spray. One shot of this in his face and he would be squealing like the pig he is.” She shuttered. “Uggh! To think I slept with him."

  "Hey, I did too, and longer. Don't beat yourself up over it."

  "You're right. I wish I could find someone, to love like you did."

  "You will. What about Scott's friend, Dan?"

  "Yeah, I thought about him. He's nice but he's no Scott. You really hit gold there, girl. How come you offered to let me the other night?"

  "Shoosh!” I turned and looked at Scott. He wasn't paying any attention. In fact, it looked like he had dozed off and Mim and Nora were talking.

  I whispered, “I'm not sure. I think it had something to do with getting even with Lester."

  She giggled softly, “It would have, if I had done it and let Scott cum in my mouth. Now, I wish I'd done it and given Lester a long spunk filled French kiss right after."

  "I know. Wouldn't that've been a riot,” I whispered

  "Absolutely."

  Mim caught my eye. I put my hand on Chloe's lap to still her and looked at Mim expectantly. “Nora and I realize that you haven't been on a proper honeymoon. Are you planning on taking one after fulfilling your engagements?"

  "We haven't thought that far ahead."

  "We were wondering. Have you ever been to Paris?"

  "No, but that would cost a lot of money."

  "Ah, but you must. It is a wonderful place for lovers.” She looked at Nora. “Young and old.

  "We have an apartment there and insist you use it. Here is the address and key.” She handed me a slip of paper and a couple of keys.

  "We couldn't."

  "Nonsense. Besides you would be doing Nora and me a favor."

  My confusion must have showed for she went on, “Who knows perhaps the aura of young lovers making passionate love in our bed will rejuvenate our tiring libido."