The Arrangement

[The_J0k3R]

I couldn't remember the last time I had felt a woman move like that against me. As you rub your firm, round butt into my crotch, I feel almost light-headed from the intensity of the rush of blood to my loins! I'm sure you can feel my arousal, in spite of my jeans.

You seem to be enjoying my hands on you, and I feel myself growing bolder, exploring you as we dance, and it starts to feel more like foreplay than anything else. The band isn't done, but I'm getting eager to unwrap you.

My lips find the crook of your neck, and plant a suckling kiss there, my hands gripping your hips and pulling you close.

"Let's get out of here," I say in your ear, rubbing myself into your butt. "My place or a hotel?" A hotel would be closer, of course, but my place had all the comforts of home...

 

[nightblooming]

"Your place," I whisper. I am turned on by your touches, by the feel of your body against mine. I know we could probably stay in a hotel nearby, but it seems like such an expense when....

I giggle. You don't seem to mind the expense. Maybe I'm just high, but it seems kind of hot. I turn to you, arms around your shoulders, whispering in your ear.

"That is, unless you want to take your whore to a hotel and use her in an anonymous room."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I nodded, but then you turned and pressed those amazing, firm tits into my chest, and suggested the hotel. My cock throbbed in my jeans with desire.

"I love the sound of that," I tell you, my hands on your hips pressing you against me. I lean down and press my lips to yours, hungry for you, kissing you deeply.

Our tongues entwine, circle each other, roll over each other, before the kiss is broken. "Let's go," I say. We hurry through the crowd, making for the door. We escape into the warm, late summer night, and walk the couple blocks back to my truck. It's maybe a mile or two drive until we find a suitable hotel. Park the truck. Go inside. Register as "Mister and Missus Sullivan."

"Absolutely, we'll take the Honeymoon Suite," I reply when it's offered.

 

[nightblooming]

I am breathless as we get in the truck, and my head is spinning like a pinwheel. We're going to a hotel. I'm going to sleep with this man I just met, who handed me an envelope full of cash to pay for my company. It's completely sordid and sleazy and I should be ashamed. Instead, though, my heart is racing, my skin tingling, and my pussy is about to boil over.

It was just a kiss, I tell myself. He's just a horny old dope farmer who can't get a date and wants to bang a young college girl. All of which is true, but none of which matters. He's also fun, charming, kind of sweet and kind of good-looking in a scruffy way. Which still doesn't explain why I'm so turned on.

As he's checking in, I stand beside him, grinning, stoned and horny, giddy about what is about to happen. When he gives our names as a married couple, I feel a strange flicker of sadness. I don't particularly want us to be married, but I don't understand why I should care. It's a perfectly normal thing to do, when you're checking in to a hotel with a stranger. I smile, and that's when it hits me. I love this.

I joked with you about being a whore, but it's only kind of a joke. And each time I mentioned it, I got turned on. A lot. It helps that you're a nice guy, that you're cute, that you're fun, but the thing that really turns me on is the thing that should make this whole thing repugnant. It's a weird and scary realization, and it comes at the worst moment. Just when you're turning to me, key cards in hand, ready to head to the room.

I push it out of my mind and slide my arm through yours as we walk to the elevator.

"The honeymoon suite?" I say, grinning, looking back at the front desk. "I wonder if he noticed we don't have any luggage."

 

[The_J0k3R]

"I'm a big fan of hot tubs. And maybe he did notice," I reply, hitting the button to summon the elevator. "I'm sure he sees it all the time." I smirk, and the elevator doors open. We step inside.

"He probably even figured out that you're a whore," I say, teasingly when the doors close.

My heart thumps hard in my chest. For the first time, we are actually alone. I look at you. I can feel the blood rushing to my loins, the inevitable expansion getting painful in my jeans.

I'm going to fuck you, I realize. My eyes graze up and down your sexy curves. I make no pretense; I'm undressing you with my eyes. In anticipation.

 

[The_J0k3R]

"I'm a big fan of hot tubs. And maybe he did notice," I reply, hitting the button to summon the elevator. "I'm sure he sees it all the time." I smirk, and the elevator doors open. We step inside.

"He probably even figured out that you're a whore," I say, teasingly when the doors close.

My heart thumps hard in my chest. For the first time, we are actually alone. I look at you. I can feel the blood rushing to my loins, the inevitable expansion getting painful in my jeans.

I'm going to fuck you, I realize. My eyes graze up and down your sexy curves. I make no pretense; I'm undressing you with my eyes. In anticipation.

 

[nightblooming]

It sounds so dirty when you say it, I blush. I am ashamed of myself, but it doesn't make me any less turned on. I pull back, startled, by the realization that it makes me more turned on. You're cute, you're cool, you're rich, but I wouldn't be in this elevator if you weren't paying for me. I don't have to do this, I know, but I want it, and I want it because it is so opposite of everything I've always thought I should be.

"Your whore?" I say. "Do you think he imagines I'm not even going to wait to get to the room to do this?" This involves stepping over to you, and taking your cock in my hand. My other arm goes around your neck, and I stand up on my toes to kiss you as I squeeze you through your jeans. After a few moments, I break the kiss, whispering in your ear.

"What do you want your whore to do first? Do you want to smoke a joint in the hot tub while I suck your cock?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

When you grab my crotch and kiss me deeply, I kiss you back, hungrily. I nod at your question, and consider your suggestion as the elevator doors open.

"I think that sounds like a fantastic idea," I tell you with a smirk, very much looking forward to those pouty full lips being wrapped around me already engorged member.

We find the "honeymoon suite" at the end of the hall. I slide the card through the reader, unlocking it, and open the door. I flip on the lights. The room is expansive, comfortable, with all the amenities. There is a fully-stocked bar on one side. The bed is a California King, the sheets fresh. The hot tub, in one corner, is already steaming and ready for us.

I'm already unbuttoning my shirt as I shut the door behind us, and look at you. This is the moment I have been waiting for. My heart is pounding. I am filled with lust and desire. It has been far too long.