Chapter 1 - Simon

The man looked at the hotel room door. This was the number the lady behind the counter had told him. He hesitated for a few seconds before knocking. It wasn’t every day that a young girl asked you to meet her in a hotel room and the opportunity seemed too good to let it pass by.

Erika opened the door as soon as she heard the knock. She had been waiting in the room for the man to arrive. She had a good idea what the man wanted from her and Erika was ready for it.

“Only a tiny part of me believed that it would be you that would open the door,” the man said, “I figured it might be a candid camera show or that maybe I would get robbed.”

The man pulled the inside of his coat pockets out to show his pockets were empty and there was nothing to rob. He had left anything of value in his car.

“Please come in, it is just me here,” Erika said in a friendly tone, “And hi, my friends call me Pixie. You can call me that too if you like.”

“Hi, Pixie. I am Simon.”, the man said as he walked into the room.

Now standing in the room, Simon was still unsure about being there. He looked at Erika, who had moved to the bed.

They had only met thirty minutes ago in the restaurant next door. Gone was her boring waitress outfit. Instead, she was dressed up like she was ready to go out and party. Erika wore a tight-fitting black shiny top with a white checkered pattern and a maroon knee-high skirt. The skirt featured a tall split running up to her waist. On her feet, she wore dark black boots with short heels.

Simon found her intriguing. Her looks had caught his attention when she was waiting on him. Her ochre-colored retro waitress outfit had made her look old-fashioned, like a Stepford wife. But her dark black hair and the black choker around her neck shower gave him the impression that there was more to her than met the eye.

“So how does this work,” Simon asked, “I have not done this before. The people at check-in said the room was already paid for.”

“No silly, there are no rules. And I am not a prostitute if that is what you are wondering,” Erika replied and gave the man another friendly smile, “It is my gift to you. I liked your desires and want to help them come to fruition.”

The man looked at Erika in disbelief. She planted herself back on the bed and started to untie her shoes.

Simon looked at her, wondering what the play was here. They were complete opposites. The girl was at least fifteen, maybe twenty years younger than him. She was almost model skinny while he was overweight. She was dressed in an almost mythical, gothic style. He couldn’t be dressed more boring if he tried, in business slacks and a button-up skirt. Yet, here he was in a hotel room with her and she appeared to be undressing herself to have sex with him.

“I have a bit of an embarrassing question,” Erika said as she took off her skirt, “In your sex fantasy, would I taste squeaky clean or would it be more musky, say, like a waitress at the end of her shift.”

Simon’s mouth fell open and he pinched himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming.

“So I told you my sex fantasy,” he said still shocked by the events that were unfolding, “And now you want to make that happen?”

“Call me a sex faery, if that makes it easier to digest,” Erika replied with a seductive smile, “I am here to make your fantasy come true.”

Simon smiled and thought that a sex faery was a great name for her, given her appearance.

Erika stood up to undo her shirt. She carefully placed it on the unoccupied chair in the room, flashing her behind to the man. Erika had not bothered to wear anything underneath her skirt. Underwear was an optional piece of clothing for Erika most of the time.

Simon noticed the tiniest bit of pubic hair when she turned around. It was a lighter color, and most likely her natural color.

“Do you want me to clean myself?” Erika asked again, but more direct right now, “Happy to do that, but it may have more flavor if I don’t. Unsure what you prefer.”

Seeing Erika half-undressed gave the man more confidence that this was happening. He could feel the excitement growing in him. This trip had been boring, but a chance stop at a road restaurant had completely turned this around.

“I would like to smell and taste you,” Simon said, “Just as you are.”

“Okie-dokie,” Erika said as she took off her top. Now completely naked, she jumped back on the bed.

The man had kept his eyes locked on her. The ease with which this girl undressed herself in front of a stranger surprised him. He felt somewhat embarrassed about his dad’s body. But Erika seemed to be the opposite and appeared very comfortable with her apperance.

“You know. Meeting a faery is a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence,” Erika said, “So make the most of it and don’t come back tomorrow to ask for more.”

Simon grinned, he was going to make the most of it. And when he was done with her, she might not want him again anyway. Plus he was married and had no interest in abandoning his marriage. He was here to have sex, nothing more, nothing less.

Simon looked at Erika as she took off her choker, and placed it on the nightstand. Simon saw how skinny she was and she didn’t have much of a butt or boobs for that matter.

In addition to not wearing panties, she only had gone without a bra. Her boobs were small, maybe a B size at most, but they matched her skinny body type. She only wore bras to make her boobs look bigger if the occasion called for it.

Simon followed suit and took off his pants and shirt, but was not comfortable enough to take his underwear off.

“Do I kiss you first?” Simon asked.

Erika looked over her shoulder and moved her short black hair away from her eyes.

“Not too crazy about that whole mouth-to-mouth kissing. How about you kiss my butt, like you wanted to,” Erika replied in a seductive tone, pointing to her ass with her eyes.

Simon looked at Erika again, naked on the bed, presenting herself to him. At this point, it would be rude to delay any longer.

He was unsure how exactly Erika had done it. In the restaurant, she had gotten him to talk about his sexual fantasies as she was serving him his food. He mentioned that he always wanted to try anal sex, but that his wife had always said no. Erika kept asking questions every time she had refilled his glass. He had added that he really would like to eat out a woman’s behind first and then fuck her butt later. He even shared that the combination of cherishing and ravishing the same ass was what appealed to him.

Simon looked up, still somewhat in disbelief. Was this little girl really going to make his fantasy come true? Simon lowered himself on the bed and placed himself between Erika’s legs. He could see her butthole and vagina from this view. They both looked mighty delicious from this angle. He moved his head forward and placed both hands on her butt.

The hands on her ass was the first time he touched her body. The soft feeling of her butt cheeks felt great on his hands. Part of him was still insecure, but Erika did not seem to object to him touching her ass, and that made him feel more comfortable with the situation. Simon carefully pulled her butt cheeks apart and pushed his nose against her butthole. It smelled exactly like he hoped it would. He stuck out his tongue and carefully placed it against her anal opening. Erika moaned softly as his tongue connected with her sphincter.