It's all Megan's fault. If it hadn't been for all of my best friend's talk of "seizing the day" and becoming an assertive 2024 woman, I wouldn't have splurged on a vacation to San Francisco. I also wouldn't have vowed to make my first night in the city the first night of the new, vivacious, Megan-like me: a woman who wouldn't be intimidated by any man. But I did go to San Francisco; I did make that vow. And it was me, no one else, that was sitting alone in the hotel bar, nursing a vodka tonic and trying to muster the courage to break out of my mousy shell when he appeared at my elbow.
"Mind if I have a seat?" His rumbling voice shook me out of my paralysis.
"N-n-no, not at all," I stammered, blushing profusely as I drank in his presence. He was tall, at least six-two, lean and broad shouldered, dressed as if he had just stepped out of a high-powered board room, grace and confidence accentuating his every movement. Beneath a thick, unruly mass of dark brown hair, his close-set blue eyes smiled down at me in amusement. His mouth was hard, yet full and sensual. . .
I realized I was staring and flushed again, my embarrassment tinged this time with something much more potent. I felt a heat rise up within me, emanating from the apex of my crossed legs.
"My name is Jason," he said, apparently unaware of my rapt appraisal, his eyes flicking across me briefly before returning to my own. "And you are--?"
"Uh. Oh, Elaine," I mumbled, keenly aware of the growing warmth of my body.
"Elaine," he repeated, rolling the syllables around on his tongue. "Lovely. May I buy you a drink?"
Drink after drink was served to us by the bartender as we talked, my body blossoming in response to the frank, animal virility of his. I tried in vain to hide my attraction to this stranger, a feeling overwhelming and frightening in its intensity. A couple of hours after that first electric moment of awareness, Jason signaled the bartender, paid the tab, and rose to leave. I looked down at my half-finished drink, acutely disappointed, yet somehow relieved, that the evening was ending.
"Well, are you coming or not," he asked diffidently, and not waiting for an answer, took me by the elbow and guided me to the elevators.
I stared curiously at the image in the elevator's full length mirror. What could be possibly see in me? As if reading my mind, Jason stepped behind me, his mouth inches from my ear.
"Such a lovely, slender neck," he murmured, brushing my blond hair aside and planting a gentle kiss where my neck met my shoulder. I shivered, and the woman looking back at me closed her blue eyes in response.
"So, proud, so firm. . ." his hands traveled lower to my breasts, my knees buckling slightly. I leaned back against him for support as his fingers blazed a trail of heat down my softly rounded belly before resting on my hips. I turned and kissed him, our tongues softly exploring, until the elevator reached his floor.
As we approached his room, reason began to assert itself. What was I doing? Going into a strange man's hotel room? I was a nice woman, not a slut. I had never slept with a man I had just met before. I tried telling myself that I shouldn't buy into the old double standard, that the new me should be able to freely indulge my sexual appetites, but my conscience was stubborn and unyielding, and I felt the flame of desire begin to flicker out.
"Jason, I--," I murmured as I backed away, preparing to flee to safety of the elevator and my old life. I still wasn't quite ready to seize the day. Sensing my hesitation, he gathered me in his arms and kissed me with an intensity I had never known before. Once again, I was overwhelmed by the sheer animal magnetism of this man. As his tongue probed the recesses of my mouth, I was helpless to do anything but melt against him, molding my hungry body to his.
As we entered the room, he began placing feather-light kisses across my jaw as his hands roamed my body, grasping my softly rounded buttocks and pulling my throbbing sex against his hard cock. I moaned softly as he nibbled my ear, my hands running through his hair of their own accord.
He raised his head, and smiling down at me, led me to one of the two double beds in the room. There, he slowly began to undress me, his mouth following his hands as they revealed each new sensitive spot. His tongue traced small circles over my hardening nipples before his teeth began to tug and nip them, causing me to arch my back, luxuriating in the sensual mastery if his mouth. Upon removing my brief silk panties, he kissed the inside of each quivering thigh, the coolness of his breath on my hot, fevered pussy causing me to quiver in expectation of the touch of his tongue. Instead, he had me lay on the bed, as he began to take off his own clothes, revealing the magnificent body I had imagined all night. I gasped as his hard, thick cock came into view. Unable to stand the deprivation of his touch any longer, I spread my legs and reached out to him, the half-formed word "please" falling from my parted lips.
Laughing softly at my need, he joined me on the bed, rolling me on top of him, once again taking possession of a nipple with his mouth. Although the pleasure was intense, another need was asserting itself to me: I had to go to the bathroom. Very badly. I drew my knees forward and stood on the bed, both feet positioned so that I was straddling him. His hands clamped around my ankles immediately.
"Where do you think you're going," the velvet voice had a hint of menace.
"Let me go! I have to pee," I wailed a little drunkenly as I stood over him. His only reply was a soft mocking laugh and an almost imperceptible tightening of his grip on my ankles. The pressure in my bladder increased proportionately to the force immobilizing me. I groaned inwardly, cursing myself, my best friend, the Fates, everything that had conspired to bring me to this point. To the casual observer, I was the one in the dominant position, but it was him--the man--that had control of the situation. So much for being assertive and unintimidated. Suddenly impotent frustration was replaced by furious anger: how dare he?
"Fine. If you won't let me go to the bathroom, I'll just go right here," I said, hoping this threat would make him let go. "Fine," he said nonchalantly, although there was something else lurking there.
I stared at him, incredulous. He had called my bluff. Before I could decide on my next course of action, a cramping spasm relaxed my sphincter for the briefest moment, letting a small stream dribble out as if in warning. As soon as I saw the first clear drops land on him, I cringed inwardly in fear and embarrassment? What had I done? What was he going to do?
Instead of seeing disgust and anger on those hard, masculine features, I saw quite the opposite. Jason's eyes widened, then darkened. His breathing quickened, and I could sense the slight stirring of his cock as his desire quickened.
"Please," he said, in the lowest of whispers. It finally dawned on me. He was serious. This is what he wanted. A smile played around my lips, and then a voice, so strange, yet so familiar, rang out:
"What was that? Please?" A new feeling of absolute power engulfed me as I looked down on him. "You want me to piss on you?"
"Yes. . ." he murmured, his grip on my ankles slackening.
"No." He actually looked disappointed. "I'm not going to just piss on you, I'm going to piss in your mouth. I want to buy YOU a drink." I couldn't believe I was doing this, I was actually going to humiliate and degrade this man. And yet, as I bent my knees slightly and spread open my pussy lips, I could feel the heat of my arousal building inside of me again. For once in my life, I was going to be the one in control.
"Oh, sweet Elaine, I would do anything for the opportunity to have the chance to drink your sweet piss." The irony of the situation made me giggle as I shot the first stream toward his mouth. It landed squarely on his chin, splashing over his face and neck. Sputtering a little at first, he attempted to lap the urine I was giving him. An embarrassed flush colored his cheeks as I continued to pee on him, laughing at the feeling of total release and power. "More, more," he whispered between spurts, and I continued to give, feeling like a beneficent goddess granting my disciple's wish. When I was empty, I sank down to my knees and placed my dripping pussy on his face.
"Lick me clean," I ordered.
He enthusiastically did as he was told, licking up every drop until the wetness stemmed more from my arousal than from my bathroom activities. His tongue lovingly explored every crevice and fold of my pussy, licking me from clit to asshole in long, slow strokes. I began to rock back and forth on his face, caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure that was heightened by the knowledge that he would do anything for me. His hands crept up to softly caress my ass as his tongue expertly flicked at my clit, drawing it into his mouth, where he suckled it like a nipple. I moaned his name in a low, animalistic way as I came, coating his face with my juices, my breathing quick and shallow, my body shuddering from the intensity of my orgasm. I rested there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before I turned my head and saw his hard cock beckoning me. Smiling, I rose from his face and straddled him again, this time with my soaking pussy poised over his throbbing penis.
"You did a very good job. Would you like your reward now?"
"Yes, please. . ."
I guided his straining hardness into my cunt, only allowing the head in, teasing him, until he groaned in frustration. Then, with a satisfied smirk, I sank down, engulfing his entire length in my moist, tight sheath. His groans then became cries of enjoyment that matched my own as I began to move up and down, his hands on my hips guiding the rhythm. Wantonly, I arched my back and reached behind me, gently massaging his balls as I continued to ride him with ever increasing urgency. I began to rub my clit in time to the thrusts of his cock, feeling my pussy tighten around him as I reached another orgasm. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "This is your reward. Come inside me, lover." My own orgasm had reached its peak, and my pussy began to spasm as the pleasure washed over me. I opened my eyes to watch his face, contorted in its own concentration as he began to spurt his load deep inside my milking pussy, filling me, intensifying my own pleasure beyond all words.
Satiated, I rolled off of him and got under the covers of the other bed. I sensed him get up and stand next to me, hesitant.
"Go and take a shower, love. Then come back to me."
He left without a word and was back in a few minutes, clean and fresh. He slid in beside me and gathered me up in his arms.
"Thank you," he said, kissing my forehead.
I snuggled closer, my arms around him, my head on his chest, and feel into a deep, contented sleep, smiling.
