Vicki's Secret

Sliding out of the back of the taxi, he paid the driver and stepped into the rain. Not bothered by the cold damp moisture, he slowly made his way through the doors to the hotel, in sharp contrast to the other patrons who were either running in or out, sheltered by umbrellas. Charles thought about how things had seemed to be going so well earlier in the evening but had unexpectedly taken a turn for the worse.

As he stood there at the desk, waiting for the concierge to finish his conversation with another hotel guest and his spouse, Charles thought back to how, almost a year before, he'd been introduced to Vicki by a mutual friend on a Facebook group. He had honestly joined the group to appease a couple of his friends. The conversations and topics were varied, and eventually, a topic came up about who the members could picture having a random, wild night of passion with. That was the first time he had really paid Vicki any attention, honestly. He'd always thought her to be kind of prudish and unapproachable, due to the way she usually responded and her job. However, after she named him, she became very visible on his radar. Yet, he wondered if this was just another example of someone playing games online with other people's feelings. Now, he felt that his initial vibe might have just been right.

When the concierge finally turned to him, Charles thanked him for suggesting the restaurant and getting him tickets to the play he'd taken Vicki to earlier.

"How did everything turn out, sir?" the concierge inquired.

"Well, she went to the bathroom during dinner and never returned," Charles answered.

Looking sincere in his response, the concierge made an offer. "Sorry to hear that, sir, but how about I have the bartender fix you a couple of drinks... on me?"

Sitting at the bar of the hotel, Charles took a sip of his drink and thought about how he had ended up in this situation. He'd been planning the trip to D. C. to meet some old friends from one of his old Marine units, but when the offer arose to meet Vicki for the first time, he'd jumped at the chance. At the time, Charles hadn't expected much--maybe lunch and sharing a few stories--but as the meeting neared, the conversation had turned sexual. Charles tried to contain his excitement, considering they had only communicated via messages and never had a phone conversation, but it was getting harder.

So, earlier that night, when they'd met to watch the play Mary Rose, Charles was primed and thought he was putting his best foot forward. The play had gone well, though it was a little boring, or at least Charles felt so. But the dinner later at Tackle Box had been remarkable. They'd conversed about so much, from her favorite places in D. C. to where he was staying, so when she'd excused herself to the bathroom after inquiring where he was residing, he thought things were going to move back to his room at the Doubletree. After 10 minutes, he began to think maybe the shrimp she'd eaten had made her sick. After 15 minutes, he asked the waitress to check on her, and when she informed him that Vicki wasn't in the bathroom, he felt embarrassed and pissed, then asked for the check.

Finishing his third Long Island, Charles made his way to the elevator, frustrated and thinking to himself that he wasn't going to allow the events of the night to influence the rest of his week in D. C. As he pressed the button for the elevator, the concierge, John, stepped off.

"Sir, I hope your night goes better than it has been going," the concierge remarked.

"I hope so, too," Charles responded.

Standing outside his door, Charles wondered what he had said to change the mood and how he hadn't noticed what should have been an obvious change in the tone of events. Sliding his key through the card reader, he opened the door and stepped in. Pushing the door up, he turned, stripped off his clothes, throwing them on the loveseat in the sitting area, and headed for the shower to wash off the day's events. Turning the shower on and closing the door, Charles stood there, looking in the mirror, his hands framing his face before letting out a sigh and stepping into the shower.

A few minutes later, he was out, toweling off, the soft cotton of the damask towel sliding against his legs as he watched the steam rise from his body. Hearing his cellphone ring and realizing that he left it on the bed, Charles dropped the towel and ran out the door, fully expecting it to be Vicki on the line, trying to explain what had happened. Instead, he found her lying on the bed, holding his cellphone as it rang.

"Surprised?" Vicki said, snickering, as Charles tried to hide his nakedness. "Modest, too."

"What the hell are you doing here? I mean, earlier you just walked out," Charles attempted to inquire into what had happened earlier as Vicki rose to her knees and started coming toward him.

"Don't talk, just listen," Vicki stated, covering her lips with her forefinger. She finally made it off the bed, grabbing the room remote and powering on the MP3 player.

Slowly, she walked over, her hips swaying, sashaying as the sound of Jodeci began to play through the speakers in the room. Still in shock, Charles stood there, watching as she slowly opened the kimono she was wearing, revealing her breast. He began to feel flush and warm as she placed her hand on his chest and walked around him, tracing a path with her finger around his body as she took all of him in, stopping to grip his ass before pushing him onto the bed.

Lying on the bed, Charles watched as she stripped off her kimono, exposing the rest of her body, then bent over, slithering up his body. The touch of her skin against his body as she worked her way up sent electrical impulses through his body, enhancing his already hard dick. Vicki lay next to him with her leg thrown across his lower abdomen, her breath tickling his ear as her teeth gently clamped down on his earlobe, her hands taunting his nipples before moving down to his dick. Charles could feel the warm, moist heat of her pussy against his hips and attempted to maneuver his hands to touch it.

"No... sit back and enjoy," Vicki seemingly purred, while smacking his hands.

Seductively, she climbed up his body, taking both hands and placing them over his head, where she took her stockings and tied his wrists. Charles didn't put up a struggle; he was actually enjoying it, anticipating Vicki's next move. His adrenaline flowing, he could hear her every breath and the sound of his own heartbeat as she licked her way down his now-restrained body. His body tensed with each touch as he felt some portion of her face brush his thigh, the hairs on her head brushing against his crotch. As she took a grip of his hard dick, he was now ready to snap with tension. Charles could feel her warm breath, and soon the wetness of her tongue on his now hard dick as she engulfed him, starting at first with just the head and short, slow, bobbing motions but eventually going faster and deeper, attempting to take all of him in her mouth. Charles could feel his scrotum starting to tighten and his dick growing in her mouth and warned Vicki that if she didn't slow down, he'd cum before they'd even gotten started.

Briefly lifting her head, Vicki said, "Let's get this one out of the way, I deserve it for what I did and want it anyways," before greedily going back to sucking his dick.

Almost immediately, Charles released, attempting to hold back and letting out a guttural moan as his wrists strained at the nylons holding his hands over his head and preventing him from pushing her deeper on his dick. As he felt himself start to go limp in her mouth, leg muscles sore from the tensing moments before, Charles could see Vicki changing positions.

Releasing him from her mouth and wiping the corner of her mouth with her finger before sucking on it, she said, "Now it's my turn."

Swinging a leg over his head, she slowly lowered her pussy over his face. The smell and the warmth excited him before he could even taste it. His tongue stretched out, awaiting the taste, feeling droplets of her juices dropping from her and not being able to see it due to the only lighting in the room being from the half-cracked bathroom door. Finally, he could feel her juice-soaked lips touching his, the salty sweetness exciting his sense of smell and taste. Wrapping his lips around what he thought to be her clit, she gently started lapping and sucking at the same time, and Vicki responded by grinding onto his mouth and hissing. The more he sucked and the deeper his tongue explored, the more carried away she got, eventually bending over and taking him back into her mouth. The moans reverberated through her mouth and into his dick, causing it to slowly come back to life in her mouth.

Suddenly, Charles felt her slide off of him, his wet dick exposed to the harsh cold of the room before feeling her straddle his body, grabbing his dick and rubbing it between her saturated slit. Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his chest for support as he slowly eased in, both of them thrusting as the first few inches slipped in. She began to grind back and forth in an attempt to find the correct angle, Charles attempting to assist where he could. Eventually, she reached above him and released the knot holding the nylons together. Charles' hands immediately grabbed her ass and pulled her down further on his dick until there was a flopping noise made by the sound of her ass slapping against his pelvis. He could feel her growing wetter and could see the white froth on and around his dick from her well-lubricated pussy as she grabbed him under his shoulders, laying her head on his shoulder, moaning in his ear as he fucked her hard and deep. Warning him she was about to cum, Charles gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, thrusting as deep as he could as she rubbed against him, his dick head again starting to swell and pulsate before he shot his cum deep into her awaiting pussy, causing her to melt into his arms with his arms wrapped around her waist.

Charles could feel himself slowly slide out of her as they were both basking in the aftermath of their orgasm, enjoying each other's body. They just stared into each other's eyes until he broke the silence.

"I thought you were pissed at something I said earlier, but I guess not," he said.

Vicki pouted and then smiled before answering, "Well, actually, I wasn't. I just remembered you said you love to be surprised. Remember when I mentioned I visit D. C. a lot and have favorite places? Well, your concierge, John, knows me well and was more than willing to let me in. In his words, it was 'just going to be our little secret.'"