Chapter 50: Morning

In the morning, I woke up without Jackie’s body draped over mine as she had gone to sleep and had slept all night. Instead, I woke up to Jackie climbing between my legs like she had done the previous morning. She was not as careful about having her tits graze over the top of my thigh as she got into place.

Her hesitant movements were once again present. And for a second morning in a row, it didn’t seem as if the hesitancy was because she feared waking me. She was again fighting an internal battle. But the side that wanted to give me a blowjob seemed to be winning more skirmishes quickly. Her hand still shook as she took my dick in it. And her rapid breathing repeated the swampy feeling of the air under the covers.

Her tentative touch and hot breath on my rod hardened it more solidly than normal morning wood would’ve been. Her light touch up and down my rod seemed to be verifying the knurls, bumps, and bulging veins were where she found them the previous day. But unlike the previous day, she started stroking my dick before she put her tongue to it. That, too, was slightly different than the other morning.

Her tongue ran up my dick. It wasn’t as course as it had started the last blowjob. The lick up my cock was just as reluctant and clumsy at first as the one the previous morning. She took her time starting and stopping. Her tongue touched and retracted from my cock’s taut skin. Each time, she wrapped her tongue around my rod it moved a little further up. The tremble of her lips lasted as long as her tongue was cat-like dry.

She had a method of getting her lips around my helmet. I was as reliable as one of the procedures she had written. Following it was a way for Jackie to put aside any emotions she had about sucking my cock and concentration on my head. It was a well-written procedure. Which she followed while still not having the blowjob feel completely mechanical.

Jackie’s tongue running up the split of my glans felt anything but mechanical. She used the tip to trace along the edge of the “V” before lapping up through it and over my head’s opening. Only then did her trembling upper lip slide over the top. For a while, she kept only the ridge behind her lips. My mushroomed head was then painted with her semi-moist tongue.

There was a nod of her head, like she was telling herself yes it was ok to take it all. She then slid down the dampened shaft until she gagged. The gag didn’t stop her as she forced more of my dick’s head into her throat. She again started to drool wetting her whole mouth and my cock ... She held herself with my dick as far as it would go until she quickly dragged her lips up and off my shaft. She coughed and heaved clearly knowing she would awaken me if I wasn’t already awake.

Also, unlike the previous morning’s getting blown, I let her know I was awake immediately. She jumped when I stroked my fingers through her brunette hair while she gagged, a second time. I would’ve loved to hold her down, letting my head feel all the constricting waves her throat made in an attempt to dislodge me. She needed air after all and her throat knew it. But holding her down might have scared Jackie. And she was already more than a little skittish about doing what she was doing.

I also encouraged her unlike before with more than the strokes over her bobbing head. I raised up and put her unused pillow behind me. Slightly reclined instead of flat I could reach her small orbs that were initially squished on her knees. The ends of her tits were extended into hard points. I traced around them when her lips were up at my head and her tongue was tracing my ridge. They were rolled when she was gagged and drooled down my shaft and over my balls. Hands stroking her head were changed as each tit was given the same treatment which I felt the results of. Her stifled moans and groans at having her nipples pinched reverberated in her throat and onto my dick.

She gagged, drooled, and bobbed for ten minutes before I gave out and surrendered to the exquisite sensations. The first wad was jettisoned directly toward her stomach as Jackie, too, climaxed. She had been frigging herself while sucking me off. The combination of our orgasms at the same time didn’t go well for Jackie. As she gave way to her orgasm my cum was already headed to her stomach. But she needed to gasp and pant which my head was preventing. The second blast was as Jackie tried to gulp air and gasp. It had the wad end up in the wrong pipe.

She backed completely off and hacked and coughed hard while my dick was left to its own devices. I shot the third and fourth loads onto her face and slightly up her nose. After which she fell forward onto my stomach and the last bit of cum was squeezed out between my midsection and her wide cleavage. That and her face coated in my spunk spread my semen across my torso.

After hacking for a minute, she regained her composure, no longer coughing, hacking, and gagging. But with the return of composure so too returned the nervousness and tentativeness and shame. I could see all of them on her face. The coughing fit had the cover slip down off her rounded ass. The shame didn’t stop her from licking what she had accidentally smeared across my skin. Or her slurping up the cum that had pooled in my belly button. This, though, didn’t come with shame but loathing. She loathed herself for compelling herself to do it. The same look of disgust happened when she sucked my balls dry of her drool.

After Jackie had licked and sucked up most of the excretions on me, she turned away quickly hiding her face. “Time for swimming,” She jumped out of bed not looking at me.

Seeing something was again off this time, I asked, “Are you OK?”

I saw her put on a happy face as she turned to me, “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. That is why I am asking. Something seems off. You’re giving me a blowjob and all,” I said, getting out of bed. If we were going to get a swim in we needed to get going.

“Oh, I thought you liked it,” She had grimaced at my mentioning she had sucked me off. She turned, going towards the dresser. Her fine ass going up and down for the few steps over her solid yet soft thighs had my cock going up again despite blowing a load two minutes earlier. “If not I won’t do it again.”

Her statement said she would be blowing me again I just didn’t know when. I couldn’t help but hope it would be an every morning thing. At least for the next three mornings, it sounded like a great way to be woken up. It beat the hell out of an alarm clock. I was always awake before it went off, anyway. “No ... No I don’t like them. I love the hell out of them. It’s just a sudden change is all. And you don’t seem all that thrilled doing it.”

She hadn’t looked my way since our conversation started. And she still didn’t, “That’s good you like it. I was afraid I wouldn’t meet your standards. I don’t want to fall short of them. I need to excel at it like everything else I do for you. And I am excited to do it. I’m sorry if you don’t think I am.” She pulled out her one-piece suit for the swim.

“I apologize. I should have just said thank you. You did a fantastic job at it. You just looked a little depressed to me, right after. It must have been my imagination. But one of these mornings you are going to have to let me repay you,” I said walking up next to her. I put my hand on her lower back and let my hand slide down around her ass. The action and timing felt familiar to me. When I instinctively gave her bare cheek a soft pat it came to me. I had seen my father do the same thing to my mother hundreds if not thousands of times, clothed of course. It was another of his ways of showing her affection.

Jackie turned and smiled up at me after the pat. “I don’t know. We only have a couple of days left.” She stepped first one foot and then the other into the suit before pulling it up over her lithe body. She wiggled side to side pulling on the lycra suit getting it to mold perfectly to her outrageously gorgeous form. “Let’s not talk about it and go swim.”

“Ok. I’m thinking thirty laps today.” I said changing the subject for her. I tied my suit and waited for her at the door. She had gone to get the towels that had gotten her ass lit up the night before.

There were more guys in the pool area again when we went through the pool door. I could see the look of disappointment in every one of them when Jackie came in behind me wearing her full bathing suit. They had come for a show Jackie was not giving that morning. Still, the show of her just walking around with the green suit painted on like a second skin was quite an early morning matinee.

The thirty laps went relatively quickly. The crowd thinned also relatively quickly after we had started swimming. There wasn’t the crazy beautiful and naked woman they had come to see. And her covered ass tightening with every kick wasn’t enough to keep them interested. Getting out to dry off after the laps, all I could think was. fools. I think Jackie also noticed the reduction of men watching her. But, she said nothing of it.

Mostly dried off we went to the room for the rest of our morning routine. It had changed the previous day from what was usual. It changed again as Jackie had gone to rinse off first as usual. But halfway through, she called to me. “Hey, will you come wash my back? It wasn’t as itchy yesterday after you did that in the morning for me.”

I thought it was complete bullshit. But had no way to prove it or reason to disprove it. Doing so would have ruined the reason to get in the shower with her. Hanging my suit on the hook to dry, I said, “Coming,” while opening the shower door.

Muttered was a, “Hopefully.” Jackie stepped aside letting me in and held out the soap. “Here’s the soap.” Turning she said over her shoulder, “And here my back.”

I lathered up my hands and again started on her shoulders. I loved the feel of her slick wet skin under my hands. I massaged as well as washed her whole backside. There was a deep rattled purr when the massage and washing extended down to her ass and ass crack. Going down and under her ass, I had my fingers into the small space between her thighs. I started to wash her perineum, on the way to her pussy lips.

Jackie didn’t complain or do her perv thing. She just turned around and said, “We’ll be late for work.” She lifted the wand out of its holder and held it pointing up. She ran it through her parted thighs twice and put the wand back on its holder. “Thanks for the help,” She said opening the door. She stepped out leaving me to wonder what had just happened.

I stayed in the shower completing my rinse of the pool’s chlorine. Jackie called down to the front to order our breakfast. I think the hotel had it ready long before she called in the order. It usually was at the door a few minutes after the call. It was no different that day.

I was coming out of the bathroom as Jackie was closing the room door. She looked at her feet when she saw me. There was a conscious effort on her part to not look at me. Jackie’s shame was not on her face it was all over her body. It rose from her not having on a stitch of clothing. She didn’t move an inch and bashfully stated the obvious, “Breakfast is here.”

“I see that,” I said doing nothing to draw attention to her lack of clothing. With the towel still around my waist I sat down at the table bare chested. “Come on let’s eat.”

Jackie came over and sat opposite me. She sat up straight and put the lox-topped half a bagel on her plate. She sat up straight reminding me of the twins. She was doing a fairly good impression of them. She kept her tits back from hanging over the table, not that her softball-sized tits were going to. She took dainty bites of her breakfast bagel she had already eaten the salmon off of and washed them down with coffee. There was a forced smile on her face. Though I was fairly sure she was still feeling mortified I had seen her welcome the busboy in while she was naked. Worse yet, she had shown no embarrassment at being on display for the teen.

We talked about work between bites. Not once did either of us mention her lack of attire or that she had opened the door completely naked. Also not talking any further about her blowing me. The conversation for a change was tense. The good thing was it was only five minutes of awkward conversation.

The last ten minutes were less so as we talked about dinner. Jackie still wanted to know about the dress I had purchased for her. She begged me for more details on the dress. I was not giving up any details except it would be delivered to the room while we were at work. I didn’t even let her know there would be new shoes delivered with the dress. I had never known a woman who didn’t think they needed new shoes with a new dress.

Jackie then asked the question I had expected while at the dress shop. I guess she was too excited to ask it then, or too afraid it would cut our shopping short. “You’re not going to take this new outfit from me in the middle of the evening and throw it away. Are you?” I noticed her tits were jiggling ever so slightly as she tremble afraid to ask the question. She just looked at her plate as she spoke. She had been loathed to ever bring up that night or even the events in the cafe. Clearly, the incident had left an indelible mark on her brain.

“Two things on that. First, that was a reward for something you said you did but didn’t. So you hadn’t earned the reward. So I took it back on the spot.” Jackie slouched at my mentioning her lie. Still, I went on, “The new outfit ... dress you already know it is a dress. It is not a reward. It is though company property as I expensed it to the company. And as far as throwing it away. I don’t throw away perfectly good company property. Plus I’m sure you will represent the company, well.” I explained as she didn’t raise her eyes to meet mine.

“Ok. I just wanted to understand what might happen. Once we were out in public,” She said, glancing up a couple of times.

“What will happen is you will be your delightful, beautiful, and intelligent self. You will wow them. While I’ll be the crew member with the red shirt.” I said.

That had her finally looking up. “What? The crew member with the red shirt. What does that mean?”

I laughed, “Ok time to let out my geek. In the original “Star Trek” the crewman who went on an away mission in a red uniform shirt never returned to the ship. They were the expendable crew member that was killed or never heard from again. That is me when you look as beautiful as you can be. I am expendable.”

“Not to me,” She said and again looked at her hand on her coffee cup.

“That’s good to know,” I said sliding my chair back. “We need to get headed that way in five minutes. It should be the last full day. You ready?”

Jackie looked down at her tits, then over to my bare chest and towel-wrapped waist. “I am if you are.” She laughed.

“Oh you talk, big,” I laughed, as well.

Her lighter mood and a second look at her tits, gave me, “Well, something has to be big.”

I couldn’t turn down the opportunity, “Hey, don’t sell your butt short.”

She half leaned over the table to slap at me, “Oh you are just being mean, I have a cute little butt. Hell, you even called it boney once. “ She stressed little. When she had stretched over the table, her right tit had ended up in the little bit of bagel and cream cheese she had not eaten. When she sat back upright after missing slapping me, her nipple wasn’t visible. The cream cheese had glued the bite of bagel to it.

She turned a shade of red when she saw the mostly eaten pastry attached to her. “Oh hell,” She said. A glob of the white dairy product stayed after she pulled off the bagel. I snickered at the pink nub sticking out of the white cloud of cream cheese. I think my snicker without comment got to her. She shook her head, “You’re not going to offer to lick it off?”

“Should I? I mean, we do have work to get to,” I answered, wanting to make the offer.

“Am I losing my appeal? This is the second time in less than a week you didn’t make the offer,” Jackie explained.

Before she could fully react, I zipped around the table and had Jackie standing with my mouth on her literally creamy tit. I had bent down and sucked the dirtied-up nipple into my mouth. Most of her small orb had also ended up in my oral cavity. I was swabbing off the unwanted material with my tongue. Jackie groaned at the scrubbing of my tongue and the suction of my mouth. “Mmm ... ungh ... Oh, who said you could do that?” She pushed ever so gently on my head. It was an obligatory push and question.

I had the nipple cleaned off long before she had pushed on my head. Still, I stayed attached for a second or two longer. Off her nipple and back up straight, I gave her an innocent look. “What? You wanted me to clean it off didn’t you?”

She gave a good impression of being upset, “Oh you are an evil perv.”

“Yes, but you love me,” I said. I had meant to say it, not me.

Jackie took notice of the mistake and blushed. “Didn’t you say we had work to get to?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I answered and started to walk to the dresser. “Besides we’re out of cream cheese.”

Jackie didn’t get upset at the statement. She did get embarrassed but wasn’t going to let me get the last jab in cleanly. “You could always call down and order some more.”

I pulled up my pants and walked to the room phone. Jackie was going to the dresser and heard the phone being picked up. “God you know, I was kidding. Remember we have work we need to go to?” She said alarmed at my move.

She got even more animated when iI kept the handset in my hand and put it up to the side of my head. “Yeah, front desk...” Jackie was shaking her head violently and waving her hands in front of her. I saw the small solid orbs behind her gesturing me to stop. The one still shimmered with my saliva as it and the other one bounced and waggled. “I will be leaving in a couple of minutes. Could you have a coffee to go at the front desk?”

The attendant said, “Happy to Mr. Franklin.”

I hung up the phone to Jackie saying, “What part of evil perv did you not understand? I can’t believe you did that.”

“Well, I wanted a coffee for the drive in,” I said in response. The grin I gave her said even more. The rest of the time getting dressed we said little. When we did talk it was about work.

I grabbed the coffee off the front desk before going out to the car. We chatted about the dinner. Plus what was left to do before we were complete and ready for the exit meeting. Jackie wasn’t thrilled talking about our rapidly approaching exit from the project. She was more interested in talking about the upcoming dinner. She hounded me on what dress she had tried on, that I had ultimately picked.

We went our separate ways once we got to the plant. Jackie headed to the control room and her temporary desk and me to my temporary office. At lunch, we were discussing the exit meeting the next day when Jackie turned that on its head. “Do you think the dress has arrived, yet.”

“What?” I was confused since I was talking about the procedure the plant should follow during an emergency stop.

“The dress you bought. Do you think it has arrived? You know at the room?” She asked.

“If I say yes you’re going to be in a rush to get to the hotel. If I say it likely hasn’t gotten there yet. You’re going to worry it won’t get there on time. And then you won’t be any good the rest of the day.” I said. “So how would you like me to answer?”

“I don’t know,” Jackie answered. “You could just tell me what it looks like. Maybe then my mind won’t wonder.”

“I see,” I replied. “You are resorting to blackmail to get the

information about the dress.”

“Well yes,” Jackie laughed.

“Love the honesty,” I quipped

“My butt told me to try it,” Jackie kidded. I had to laugh at her originality. And likely her truthfulness.

“OK, You make a good point. I need you working efficiently as we get down to the wire.” I said. “So to do that I will give you a little more information on the dress. But first, we have to get through this lunch meeting. And not think about the dress or dinner only work.

“Now who is blackmailing who?” She asked.

“Not blackmail. Just a boss wanting an employee to think about work and not fun afterward,” I said to a frown on her face. Despite her not being happy about it, Jackie went back to thinking about work or at least answered my questions in detail.

When we were finished with our work discussion Jackie immediately said, “What dress is it?”

“I didn’t say I’d tell you what dress I said I’d give you more information about it.” I corrected her.

“So what is it?” She impatiently asked.

“Fine,” I thought of what would give her no idea which dress she was getting. The dress color was one of those things that would only exclude a few of the dresses. “The dress is mostly black.” I was fairly sure it would throw her off. The silk dress was all black. Only the golden rope-like strap wasn’t. It went over the shoulders and reconnected in the center down at the center of the triangle of back dimples and the top of her ass crack. The rest of her succulent back was bare when she had tried it on. The loose fit did not lend itself to having anything underneath the dress.