Chapter 10: Be Careful What You Ask For

While I could’ve stayed between her thighs for hours, this foray into her vulva was for demonstration purposes only. A demonstration that would hopefully lead to the hours of eating her snatch. I move my head out from between her thighs at the same time she was snapping them shut evidently coming back to the reality of her pussy being eaten. Her hands slapped on my shoulder and the back of my head. Getting her legs out from under her while she squirmed in a panic she kicked at me making sure I was far from her as she jumped from the bed. Grabbing her robe from the floor she ran to her room. The whole time she was leaving she berated me, “Shit. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Goddamn, I didn’t say you could do that you son of a bitch. You fucking bastard I thought you were my friend.”

With that, she slammed the interconnecting door. I could hear crying over the sounds of movement behind the door. It was three minutes later I heard the door connecting her room to the hall slam. And outside my door, she bellowed “Fucker.”

I stayed on the bed, nude. I knew I had shocked her and her sensibilities. And that it was that shock that made her leave. But I was also very sure by her reactions to my lips and tongue on her most intimate parts, she would return. Shock and visceral disgust wouldn’t have let me kiss her breast as long as I did. Or play and tease her nipple for more than a second. And her letting my tongue run up and down her split and stretch her reluctant pussy hole not just once but twice before slapping me and kicking me away wasn’t a permanent fissure in our unusual relationship.

I was still on the bed nude and exposed to the world with golf on the tube when what I knew would happen, happened. In Jackie’s hotel room, the hall door opened and closed. Ten minutes later the interconnecting door opened. Above the toned calf was the smooth skin of a thigh that was only half covered by a robe. The robe that had been on the floor four hours earlier. There was no hello or niceties in her statement, “Why the fuck did you do that? I know ... well don’t know. Since I don’t remember how I violated our no-sex agreement. Not exactly the letter of it, as I evidently decided, but the spirit of it. But that doesn’t mean that you get free run of my whoha.” I almost laughed at her once again for not being able to use the adult slang for her vagina. “I’m sorry if last night gave you that impression. And about last night why didn’t you stop me. I mean I had to be obviously drunk when I...” She again hid her face in her hands not finishing the statement.

I let the statement hang out there for a moment before I answered. Partly because I wasn’t sure if she was finished, and partly to give her a good answer that was mostly true. “I’ll answer the last night thing first with a hypothetical. Let’s say you’re having a great time with someone and let’s be honest you’re a little bit attracted to them. And they leave for the night to go have fun so you do the same. You have a couple of drinks and while not drunk you’re feeling no pain when you return. You go to sleep and have the best erotic dream of your life. In your case, in your dream, someone is between your legs engaging in the best cunnilingus of your life. Let’s say you aren’t sure if you are awake or asleep when your climax starts, at which point you realize you’re not dreaming, but you’re still not fully awake and still have a bit of alcohol in you. Do you finish your climax or stop the really drunk person between your legs, assuming you could? And now let’s add to this you really like giving blowjobs. You find it one of the best parts of sex and want to give them all the time when suddenly you have a willing partner, to share that extremely intimate and pleasurable experience. And then in the alcohol-filled groggy state, the penis of that someone you’ve been attracted to is inches from your mouth and the owner says ... though drunk they really want you to suck their penis. Again what do you do?”

Jackie just looked at me dumbfounded. She had an answer. But her expression said she thought it in all likelihood was the answer I wanted her to believe. And she wasn’t buying it wholeheartedly. Instead of going further down that path, she went back to the first question. But now she knew I liked eating pussy and was attracted to her as more than a travel companion, “And what about why you did it?” her tone was severe.

I figured she wasn’t really in the state to listen to my full explanation, so I changed the game plan. “What do you say we table that discussion for later? And even table the massage for a while?”

“Sure, but you’ll answer it later.” she looked relieved the massage was also postponed, but still wasn’t overly chummy. I think she was amiable to the postponement as it meant she was still on the job as a companion. She must have needed the cash. Still, she obviously wanted an explanation she would believe.

“Yeah, I’ll answer it while you finish the massage later. But now I think we should go to the mall, get some fresh air and see a couple of monuments. You think you’re up to that now?” I asked sure she would go. She wasn’t about to say no twice.

“Sounds fun.” Her answer didn’t have the same level of pissed-off undertones she had started the conversation with, yet they were still there.

“You want to get dressed and meet me in the lobby?” I asked rhetorically. Trying to add a little levity I added, “Or you can go like that. I vote for like that.”

She shot me a look of disdain, which I probably deserved, before heading back to her room. I was standing nude before she turned back to ask a question. Before doing so she stood motionless staring at my dick. It was like she was wondering why she had sucked it, and how far it’d gone down her throat. Shaking off whatever it was she was thinking, she asked, “Do you think we’ll be going out to dinner or be back here before that.”

“I would say dinner and dancing, you want to go dancing?” I asked poking at her, not doing anything to hide my dick from her eyes.

“Fuck you,” came quickly, filled with malicious intent. “I’ll see you in the lobby.” The interconnecting door was left open as she moved out of sight.

Coming out of the elevator, with her short denim skirt that wouldn’t pass the dress code anywhere but a strip club and a white almost see-through blouse with a push-up bra that did nothing for her small tits except make her quarter-sized areolas and nipples prominent since she had nothing really to push up. My eyes bugged out for a second before she saw me. I figured that was the reaction she was looking for so I quickly controlled my expression. My dick was not so easily controlled. It started hardening in my shorts making me uncomfortable. Instead of telling her how sexy and hot she looked, which was obviously what she was going for I expressionlessly said, “Well, you look nice, Jackie.”

I think it was then she realized her mistake. I wasn’t going to react to what was surely meant to shock me. When a guy coming into the front desk saw her and exclaimed loudly, “Holy fuck, that is fucking hot.” Less loud but still heard by Jackie and myself came, “God damn I’d pound that thing for hours.” That is when the embarrassment of what she was wearing took over. I saw her half-turn back to the elevator like she was debating going back to the room to change, but then turn back and proceed to where I stood.

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it,” she was beet red and knew it. But she seemed steeled in her determination at not admitting her outfit was for shock value and failing that, wanted something less revealing on.

“You want to walk to the Mall or take the Metro? It is a short walk,” I asked.

Jackie looked down at her outfit as she questioned how she should answer. I knew she still had the remnants of a hangover and would start sweating within a block and likely wouldn’t stop for the rest of the afternoon, And like me, she understood her top would go from half see-through to fully in a matter of minutes once she started sweating. But the Metro meant being in close quarters with people and with her short skirt, where her panties were in easy reach if we were forced to stand. That is if she was wearing any panties, which looking her over again, I doubted.

“Let’s walk I could use the fresh air,” she replied.

‘And not have your pussy groped,’ I wanted to say but that didn’t match up with my ignoring her attire. “Sounds good, I’ll get us a couple of waters for the walk.” She looked happy I had suggested them.

In the sunshine and starting up a hill I had misjudged how long it would take before the first glistening of sweat would show on her forehead. We were still looking at the first crosswalk when she opened the water taking a big swig. I was right about the shirt becoming see-through.

She was the main attraction for every male within fifty yards of us by the time we reached the grass of the Mall. And as much as the men and boys were gawking the women had looks of scorn. A few of the older women said loud enough for us to hear, “What a slut. Showing her tits to the world.” Yet she kept her arms to her sides in quiet defiance.

Despite her defiance, Jackie turned red each time it happened. The right thing for me to do would’ve been to defend her to them or buy a T-shirt from one of the street vendors. I did neither. She had willingly sown the situation and now she was going to reap its rewards. I found it strange, I enjoyed her humiliation almost as much as I did the sight of her tits with their pinkish-brown nipples being plastered with the thin white fabric.

At the Lincoln Memorial, Jackie was looking less sturdy on her feet. The hangover dehydration and walking had been too much for her slight body’s reserves. I said to her, “Sit here on the steps. I’ll go get you more water, and you can stay here and rest while I walk around.”

She started to argue, “No I...”

I simply gave her a one-word command, “Sit.”

As dutifully as the English Setter I had growing up, she sat saying nothing more. She pulled her knees up, putting her head on them, forgetting about her skirt. Unknowingly, she had answered my earlier question about panties or not. It was the not, as her pump barely-haired lips were flashed to the world. They looked so delicious closed up tight covering the pink of the slit below them. I walked away not letting her know her mistake.

When I came back there were five twenty-somethings around her. A couple were covertly taking photos of her twat and tits. She had not been engaging them much until she saw me. On seeing me, she became more lively and flirty with the well-built guys surrounding her. I heard one of the bolder ones say, “You don’t look that well. You should come with us to my apartment, where you can cool off and have a drink.”

“I’d love to,” She said leaning back on her extended arms and stretching out her whole body for a better view of her tits and small waistline. Her legs also extended out showing off her sculpted legs but covering her pussy from view to the disappointment of many of the guys. She leaned her head back closing her eyes letting the sun shine on her face.

“Then come on. You’ll have a great time with us,” the bold one of the group said extending a hand.

Still walking up to Jackie, I heard a guy with long brown hair say to a buddy, “It will definitely be twenty-four hours she’ll never forget. If she ever remembers anything.”

Pushing through the small group I handed Jackie the water I had gotten for her. She said, “Sorry guys while I’d love to go with you, this is my boss and I have to work today.”

The blonde guy with the extended hand said, “Blow the old guy off and come with us. You can always find a new job.”

Jackie looked surprised and concerned, when I said, “I can give you the day off if you need it. Of course, you won’t be on the clock.”

The hand of the young guy still out for Jackie, “Come on sexy, we’ll have a hell of a time.”