by Lila Younger
Mike is standing outside the hotel we’ve put him up in, wearing a short sleeve button up over a blue t-shirt and chinos and chucks. He’s tapping his toes, looking each way, and when he spots my car, he waves eagerly. We pull up and he opens the door and slides in before the driver can get around to his side.
“Hey Nathan, right?” he says, eagerly pumping my hand. I try not to wince. I dislike the name Nathan. “Tonight’s going to be awesome.”
“Absolutely,” I tell him.
“I hope it’s okay that I invited a few friends along,” he says. “But I figure the more the merrier right?”
“Of course,” I tell him. Whatever the client wants.
The car takes us to the front of the hotel where the club is supposed to be. There’s already a long line of people, and Mike eagerly heads out of the car to meet up with his friends. They look about as cool as he is, and at least two of them look borderline underage. We get waved through quickly, and head straight for the elevators. The doors are starting to close when I catch sight of a beautiful woman in gold, hair soft as a halo around her, the metallic dress showing off her fantastic body. My eyes connect with hers-they’re a brilliant, piercing blue that draws me in-and then the elevator snaps shut. I barely hear what Mike and his friends are saying, I’m so stunned by her.
Maybe I’ll find her later tonight… I think. I might be a father, but I’m no prude. A man has his needs, and after the divorce, I find myself hesitant to get involved too deeply in any sort of relationship. My constant travel was a sore spot, one that festered between Renee’s mother and I until there was no recovering from it. I doubt many women would feel differently. I tried a few more times, but I know when to quit. Maybe there’s a woman out there who could handle her lover leaving the country half the time, but I haven’t found her. I find it easier instead to bed a beautiful woman only when it’s clear that there are no strings, no commitments attached. Flight attendants are great for this, though even then it can get sticky when it lasts too long.
Atlantica is special as it’s a rooftop bar, complete with pools and cabanas. It has magnificent views of the city on three sides, and includes an outdoor patio. I prefer to visit during the daytime, but I know that it’s incredibly popular at night. We push through crowds to get to the top, and I can hear the music practically rattling my bones as we ascend to the top. The spacious elevator opens, and we’re inundated with heavy bass, flashing colored lights, and a wall of heat coming off of at least a hundred dancing bodies.
I lead the way, pushing through until we hit the VIP area. Sleek white lounge sofas are arranged in a U shape pattern, and there’s a complimentary bottle waiting on the coffee table already.
“Sweet dude!” one of Mike’s friends say, high-fiving him. “This is bomb!”
I don’t know if they’ve never drank before or what, but they get blitzed in no time, and a few pretty, plastic looking girls (the identical nose jobs give them away) show up to party. They’re attracted to the money, but Mike and his friends don’t seem to realize it. At least they’ll have a good night to remember. One of them eyes me, but I make it clear that I’m not interested. She’s thin as a twig, her dress hanging off of her almost two sizes too big, and her head’s like a lollipop. Not my type. I’m relieved when they decide to head to the patio to smoke, or at least, the girls do. Mike and his friends are more than happy to follow. My job here is done, and I’m ready to head home. The women here are too young for me, and if I hurry, I could maybe fit in a conference call with Liu Fung in Shanghai. There were a number of loose ends I would have preferred to wrap up before I left, but I had to come back in time to meet Renee.
I’m threading my way through the crowd when I catch a flash of gold. The woman from earlier. Almost before I know it, I’m changing course, heading towards the bar where she’s going. She’s stopped by a guy, which I’m not surprised about. The woman is gorgeous, a beacon in the dark with her gold dress. She shrugs off the guy and continues onward. Multiple guys show up, but each gets turned away. I wonder what she’s doing here if she’s not looking to hook up. It intrigues me. Most of the time I’m used to a gorgeous, curvy woman like that working a guy, making them buy her drinks, curling them around her fingers. But she seems nervous instead, as if she’s lost as to what to do.
But then things changed.
She’s waiting for a chance to get her drinks at the back of the bar. I guess she didn’t know that she has to force her way through like anyone else, because the crowd’s never going to thin out. Another interesting thing. A guy comes up to her, neck like a bulldog, and a grim face to match. A real thug of a guy. He invades her personal space immediately, and I can tell she’s uncomfortable by how many steps back she takes, trying to assert control over the situation. Not that he seems to care. He keeps talking, chatting her up, but now she’s really shaking her head, looking around for help. I can tell she’s bothered, her arms crossed protectively around her.
That’s when I decide that enough is enough. I’m not going to sit back here while some guy forces himself on a woman, especially when she’s signally clearly she has no interest. I step forward between then, physically creating a barrier.
“Finally found you,” I say. “Let’s head back.”
“Hey? Who the fuck do yo-”
I whirl around, ready to lay into the guy, and he shrinks like a pansy. Just like I thought. He’s the kind of douche who thinks he can bully a woman into doing what he wants because he’s bigger than her. Now that he’s dealing with someone his size, he’s tucking his tail between his legs and scurrying away.
“Thanks for doing that,” she says, her voice so soft it’s barely audible over the thumping music. “I just, I don’t know why they keep coming.”
I know. She is beautiful, even more so in person. Her eyes, hazel brown in the dark light, are like a doe’s, big and wide and innocent. She’s got this cute little button nose and lovely, bee stung lips that would drive a man crazy. Perfect for kissing and more. No wonder she’s attracting so much attention. But even though I’m struck by her beauty too, I’m not going to be like those assholes.
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her. “It’s just the alcohol. Makes even the slimiest coward feel bold. Where are your friends? Did you come alone?”
She pauses for a moment, looking around.
“No, well, she’s busy right now,” she tells me. “I’m sure she’s around here.”
I can tell that she’s just saying that, and I don’t blame her. After all the douches who’ve come onto her, not heeding her words to stop, I can understand why she would be cautious to say that she’s here alone.
“That’s not a very good friend,” I tell her.
“Oh I’m not too worried. Our hotel is just around the corner, and I’ve only had one drink. I don’t think I’m even all that drunk right now. I might just head back,” she says a bit sadly. “There’s a lot I have to do.”
“Was this supposed to be a special occasion? I can’t imagine you’re dressed up so beautifully just for a casual Friday night.”
At this, she blushes, pleased. I can see the way her eyes look at me, with fire and heat. It makes my cock harden, knowing how much she wants me, wants this. The bar is crowded and full of people, and we’re pushed together, but she doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
“It was supposed to be for my birthday,” she says.
“And how’s your birthday been so far?”
“It-It could be a little better. We had all of these plans in place and now it’s out the window. I didn’t expect to be home in bed by eleven, but I feel sort of foolish just standing here alone.”
“Why don’t we celebrate together?” I ask her.
She pauses for a moment, and I think maybe she’ll say no. She seems the kind of person who likes to be in control, who keeps things guarded and close to her chest. But then something changes and she nods.
“I’d like that,” she says softly at last.
“G
ood,” I tell her. “Because a woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t be alone on her birthday.”
She looks up at me, and damn, if my cock doesn’t just fucking twitch in my trousers. There’s something so innocent and alluring about this woman. The way she’s doesn’t seem to play the game is so refreshing. And I want to know more, I want to see what’s under that carefully controlled facade. I want to show her how good it can be to let go with me. Because my gut tells me she’s inexperienced in bed, and I want to be the one to show her how amazing it could be, how fantastic. I couldn’t wait to sink into her soft curves, to have her wrapped up around me, her warmth tightening around my dick.
Tonight is going to be the best birthday, no the best night of her life. I’m going to personally make sure that that happens.
Emilia
I’m giddy, my heart thumping through my chest, my breath light and shallow, as we leave the club. I have no idea who he is, but I do know that he’s handsome with a capital H. Make that a capital everything, I decide as I sneak a peek at him in the elevator mirror. With his blond hair and piercing blue eyes, I’m not surprised that he’s drew glances from every woman in the club. There’s at least five other people with us in the car, some way more drunk than others. But not him. He’s cool and in control. I like that. Dressed in a tailored suit, with big shoulders and a square jaw, he’s the definition of male. I can’t believe that I’m going home with him. I honestly can’t. But Renee said I should live it up a little, and whoever this guy is, he’s got my panties melting with just a glance of his blue eyes. I can only imagine what he’s going to do to the rest of me.
You don’t have imagine though Em, you’re about to find out.
I sent Renee a quick message before I left, and she texted me back telling me to have fun. I take a deep breath. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.
As soon as we get into his limo (wow, I wonder just who he is to have one of these!), he kisses me, a rough, ravaging kiss that seriously kicks up the heat between my legs. He eases me back against the seat, his tongue sweeping across my lips, and I open them, giving him access. Our tongues touch and mingle, and I give way to him, surrendering control. I want this. I want him to show me what it feels like, to introduce me to the world of sexual pleasure. There’s an ache in me I’ve never felt with any other guy, a hollow feeling that’s begging to be filled, to be made whole.
He grinds his knee between my legs, and a moan escapes my lips, my eyes fluttering as pleasure pulses in my cunt, becoming dewy and slick with need. He presses his knee against me again, the pressure momentarily easing that deep need between me, my clit tingling with each touch. Our lips break apart for air, and I gasp for breath.
“What’s your name,” he growls.
I don’t know why, but I tell him it’s Leah. It’s not exactly a lie. Emilia is my full name after all. Maybe because tonight I don’t want to be Emilia the shy wallflower, the one who studies instead of parties, the one who can’t seem to ever let go. Tonight I’m someone else.
“Leah,” he says, his deep voice caressing the name. “It’s perfect for you.”
“And yours?” I ask between heaving breaths as he kisses and nuzzles my neck, his hot breath sending delicious shivers down my spine. His teeth grazes my neck, and I can’t help it, my hands tighten in his hair, desperate to feel those sensations again.
“Nate,” he says.
His hand slides up my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress up over my ass. I can feel his thick digits dip between my cleft, stroking through my soaked panties. My pussy lips are swelling, releasing its nectar under his touch. His thumb finds my clit, the nub peeking through my folds and he gives it a sensuous rub that makes me lightheaded with pleasure.
“Nate,” I whisper. “Ohhhhhh Nate.”
And then suddenly he stops.
“We’re here,” he says. “And as much as I’d like to take you right now, I think you’d enjoy it a little more in bed, don’t you think?”
My mind is hazy, but he’s right. It’d be sort of clichéd to lose my virginity in the back of a car, especially when there’s his driver in the front seat. There’s a partition between us of course, but I think it would be pretty obvious if we didn’t get out and the car started to shake. I might be a new woman tonight, but still. I’m not that bold. Not yet anyways.
I open the door, and we step out onto the sidewalk. My dress hem falls down around me, and to anyone else, it wouldn’t have looked like anything at all. Just a couple coming back from a nice night on the town. We make our way into the apartment building, the doorman calling out a “Good evening” to us as we go by. We head towards the elevator on the left, and instead of a button I notice a scanner. Nate puts his thumb on it, and the door opens. I open my mouth to ask him about it, but he’s kissing me again, pushing me up against the wood of the elevator. The bannister digs into my back, but I don’t care, because his hands are where they should be again, making my knees weak.
My whole body is filling up with pleasure, a delectable pulsing starting in my core and spreading outwards to the tips of my fingers. My nipples tighten like diamonds, the candy pink peaks poking stiffly through the fabric. I can feel the arousal deep in my bones, awoken at last by Nate’s expert touch.
“More,” I beg of him between kisses. “I need more.”
Nate lifts me up by my hips, high enough that I can lock my legs around him. His cock fits snugly against my pussy, heat searing through the layers of our clothes. I can feel the steel shaft throbbing, and it’s huge. I’m wondering if I’m even going to be able to take any of that when he dips his head, his mouth covering my nipples through my dress. He sucks hard, and I throw my head back, surrendering to the bliss completely. I can’t control myself anymore. I’m just giving in entirely. I can feel my pussy gushing with liquid, probably causing a wet patch on his pants too by now. He grabs my other breast, squeezes it, and massages the soft flesh before pinching my nipples. The sharp pain is exquisite, just enough to ramp up the pleasure I feel from his rough fingers.
“I’m going to make you feel amazing,” he promises.
I can see him through hooded eyes, the way he looks at me with expectation and desire, and I know his word is good. The lift doors open, and instead of letting me go, he carries me through his apartment. I can’t believe it goes directly to his home, but I guess that’s why there’s a fingerprinting system. I briefly catch sight of a gorgeous apartment like something out of HGTV, and then we’re in his master suite. I let go, and he sets me down in front of the bed.
“Take off your dress,” he commands, his deep voice rough with desire.
I’m suddenly overcome with shyness. I’ve never had another man look at me naked before. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? The light above us suddenly seems so bright. I pause, my hand shaking.
“What’s wrong?” he says.
“I-” Is there ever a good way to tell a man that you’re a virgin? That you have no idea what you’re doing? Best to just come out with it.
“I’m a virgin,” I say in a small voice.
Nate stops short, his eyes widening. I close my eyes. Here it comes. Here’s where everything comes to a screeching halt and he tells me maybe we shouldn’t.
I suddenly feel a warm palm on my cheek, and I lean into it. When I open my eyes, there isn’t disgust there. If anything, he’s even more turned on.
“I thought you might be a bit innocent,” he says. “But I didn’t think you were completely new to sex.”
I pause, unsure. His calloused finger, traces down my soft skin.
“I won’t deny that you’ve got me hard as a rock right now though.”
“So you’re going to make my first a good one?” I ask weakly, trying to play it off as though it’s no big deal.
“That’s what I promised, isn’t it?” he says.
I nod again.
“Then take off your dress Leah.”
Slowly, carefully, I pull my dress up and over me. My long hair casca
des down in front, but he pushes it behind my shoulder, revealing my breasts to him. They’re creamy and full and huge, the pink tips pointing enticingly towards him, areolas sweetly puffed with desire. I almost cover myself back up but Nate looks at me with clear appreciation, and I feel so sexy and desirable that I let them drop down to my sides again. His blue eyes sweep over me, up and down and up again.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world Leah,” he says. “Now bend over and take your panties.”
I turn around and slowly bend over the bed, arching my back so my ass is high in the air. I’m just in a thong, and it disappears between my lush ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider so Nate can really see, the cloth outlining my pussy lips for him. I know it’s wet, it’s soaked really, and he’s going to be able to get a good look through the white lace. Slowly, wiggling my butt just a little, I roll the fabric over my hips, my ass, peeling the panties off of me and revealing my steaming pussy to Nate at last. I could feel his eyes drilling into me, fixated on every inch of the reveal.
I blush. I’ve never stripped like this for anyone, and yet here I am, putting on a show. It’s so much more daring than I’ve ever been that my slit gets even wetter. I’m so eager for this suddenly, how did I do such a change? Whatever triggered this, I’m loving it. I love how for one night I allow myself to become someone else, someone who isn’t uptight and shy at all, ready to be taken by this handsome, sexy stranger.
“Get on the bed. I want to see all of you, open there just for me.”
I turn around and slide back onto the bed, my eyes wide at the sight in front of me. Nate’s taken off his shirt, his pants, and he’s just standing there, muscles ripping across his bronzed body like some kind of Greek god. But that’s not what really drew me, no it was the sheer size of his dick standing straight out towards me. Because what I felt in the elevator wasn’t even the whole thing. It’s huge, hard and long, his cock already beading with his desire. It’s my first cock, and I hadn’t expected it to be so, big. So thick. So ridged and red and stiff. I knew immediately that this wasn’t the norm for a man, that Nate was just larger than the rest. How the heck was I going to take all of him in? It made my shiver just thinking about it.