Continuing the Summer saga, this story picks up where "Summer is Hot in Cozumel" left off.
"So, John, what's the deal with you sexually propositioning Aaron?"
Grinning, Summer poked him in the ribs. "Don't try to deny it, you glorious freak. I heard you on Dave's phone call, trying to talk Aaron into helping you join the Mile High Club."
John leaned back and laughed, "Oh god, you heard that? Okay, fine, Summer, you're onto me! My secret is out!"
Still grinning, Summer flicked a piece of blueberry muffin at him. "I mean it's okay, sweetie, I totally get it. When you're really horny and on a mission, the rest is just details, right?"
Sitting together in one of Cancun International Airport's little kiosks, Summer and John were sharing a snack before their flight to New Orleans. When their boarding announcement was made, he stood and ceremoniously held his hand above her head. Giggling as she obliged him with a pretty pirouette, she playfully modeled the dress she'd chosen for the flight.
"Does this meet with your approval?" she smiled, dropping her hands to her hips in a sassy pose.
Summer had tied her long auburn hair into a single French braid. She wore only light make-up, with just a hint of glossy pink highlighting her full lips. In addition to her silver armband she sported a gold anklet, the perfect complement to her gold hoop earrings and white stiletto heels. Wanting to drive John a little crazy before they even left the house that morning, she'd let him watch while she took her sweet time applying a floral-scented body lotion to her smooth, golden brown legs, which were on spectacular display in her classic high heels. Topping everything off with a breezy, carefree flair, her outfit for the day was an enticingly short, low-cut white sundress featuring brilliant orange and yellow daisies.
After giving her a teasing wolf-whistle, he kissed her on the cheek. "Casual and comfortable, yet still achingly sexy ... it's perfect. You're like a ridiculously hot Ivory Girl!"
"C'mon, my handsome brat," she grinned, hefting her tote bag onto her shoulder. Holding hands, they walked over to join the line boarding the plane.
John was stowing his carry-on bag in the overhead compartment when he noticed the beautiful woman sitting in the aisle seat of their row. With her long raven hair she was very striking ... and she was smiling at Summer.
"Excuse me..." Summer said, stretching onto her tiptoes to lean over the woman and stow away her bag.
"My pleasure," said the thirty-something beauty in the well-tailored business suit, clearly enjoying the sight of Summer's bare thighs flexing only inches from her face.
Glancing past Summer, she made brief eye-contact with John.
'Busted! Yeah, I saw you checking her out, ' John chuckled to himself, smiling warmly at the businesswoman.
Returning his smile, she added a mischievous raising of her eyebrows before saying to Summer, "Let me get out of your way..." Steadying herself, she set her hands on Summer's hips while sliding out from her seat and into the aisle.
"Thank you. I'm sorry to be such a bother," Summer replied, smiling sweetly as the woman slid their hips together on her way out of the row.
When Summer was finished putting away her bag, she moved aside for another group of people who were pressing forward down the aisle. With Summer momentarily separated from John, the sultry brunette whispered to him, "Your wife is amazing. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"She is amazing, and she's definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever seen too ... but she's not my wife," John whispered back.
"But I saw her wedding set," the woman said, glancing down at John's barren hand.
Grinning, he waggled his ringless fingers for her.
"Are you her bodyguard or something?" she asked, her brow furrowing.
John laughed before whispering, "It's complicated."
When Summer rejoined them, they moved to take their seats.
"Would you like the window?" he asked Summer, who immediately jumped on the offer. She slid in first, then it was John in the middle, with the raven-haired businesswoman returning to her aisle seat.
John extended his hand in greeting. "My name's John."
Leaning across his lap, Summer also offered the woman her hand. "I'm Summer."
The woman smiled as she shook their hands. "John, Summer, pleased to meet you. I'm Christina. Are you two staying in New Orleans, or just catching a connecting flight there?"
"We're vacationing there for a few days," John said.
"He's taking me to the French Quarter for our honeymoon," Summer whispered, squeezing John's arm while smiling wickedly at Christina.
Again Christina looked at him in confusion, prompting a laughing John to turn to Summer. "I already told her we're not married."
"Awww, spoil all my fun! When was this? You two just met!"
"Summer, when we were standing in the aisle together, I mentioned to John that his wife was incredibly beautiful. He agreed that you are very beautiful, but he also said that you're not his wife, which sparked my curiosity. Now, here you are, telling me that you and John are on your honeymoon, so of course my interest is piqued even more."
"Mine too," said John, and they all laughed.
"May I?" Christina asked, reaching over his lap for Summer's hand. "Very beautiful," she smiled, admiring Summer's engagement and wedding ring set. She looked up, the question clear in her eyes.
"John and I are on our own honeymoon," Summer said, simply.
"Well, if you two aren't married, then who gave you this?"
"My husband, Jake. He's back at our house in Cozumel."
"Pardon my asking, but did you and your husband have a fight or something?"
"Oh, no. This was his idea. He even went with us to the airport and told us to have fun. We're all in this together," Summer said.
With a laugh John said to Christina, "I told you, it's complicated. It's a long story."
Smirking, Christina folded her arms and sat back in her seat. "We're on an airplane. We've got nothing but time. If you wouldn't mind telling me, please, I've just got to hear this."
John took Summer by the hand and said to Christina, "Once we're in the air and all settled in, we'll give you the Cliffs Notes version."
"Going to spare me the juicy details then? Pity."
"You want the juicy details?" grinned Summer.
"Of course I do! Wouldn't you, if you were me?"
Summer smiled. "Yes, I suppose I probably would. Just don't get your hopes up too high, though. There's really not that much to tell."
"Oh, I'm sure. A stunningly beautiful, outrageously sexy married woman is honeymooning with a painfully attractive man who, by the way, isn't her husband. She says her husband is not only aware of this, but that he planned the whole thing."
Summer beamed brightly. "See? I told you there wasn't much to tell."
Grinning, Christina rolled her eyes. "So, let me at least ask you something. Is your husband only allowing this under duress? Did you catch him cheating and threaten to leave him unless you were allowed to go off and do the same thing, simply to get even?"
"No, no, and no," giggled Summer, thoroughly amused by Christina's confusion.
"I'll vouch for that," added John. "There's no duress, and he definitely didn't cheat on her. He's perfectly okay with this, and so is Summer."
"Okay, then who exactly are you? I know your name is John, but who are you to Summer, and why did she leave her husband back in Cozumel to be here with you? More to the point, how can the two of you be on your honeymoon when she's already married?"
Grinning at Summer, John squeezed her hand before turning back to Christina. "Well, since you asked..."
An hour later they were thirty thousand feet over the cobalt blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico, and Christina was smiling while slowly shaking her head. "You guys are either the craziest and most reckless people I've ever met, or the most blessed. Summer, you have four passionate, devoted lovers who will do anything for you. John, you get to have your best friend's amazing wife - with his and her full blessing, mind you - during their honeymoon!"
Summer quietly said, "I know it sounds that way, but it's really not like that. This isn't an arrangement whereby John only gets to have me during our honeymoon. I realize it's difficult to understand, but that's not what's happening here. I love John and will be with him forever, not just for this honeymoon."
Watching John and Summer together, Christina studied the way they touched, gazed at and spoke to each other. Finally, she nodded. "You're right, Summer, I don't understand it, yet I also don't think you're wrong about what you're saying. It's obvious that you and John are deeply in love. Whatever it is you're doing, whatever it is you two share, I can see that you're both supremely happy. Although I could never imagine being in your position, I can't deny that I envy you."
John gave her another warm smile. "So now you know our story. What's yours? Going to New Orleans too?"
"Yes, I am. My company gave me a week's vacation in Cancun, and now they're sending me to see a client in New Orleans. I'm staying there for four days, then I fly back home to Boston. I've been gone so long, sometimes I wonder whether my husband will even remember me."
"Why didn't he go with you on this trip, at least for the Cancun vacation part?" asked Summer.
"He couldn't get away from work. We're both just too busy ... always too busy..." she sighed wistfully.
"If you don't mind my asking, what do you do?" asked John.
"I work for a commercial properties insurance company. My little team won this trip to Mexico."
"Congratulations. You must be very good at your job," smiled Summer.
"Thank you, and yes, I guess I am. I should be, since it's all I do. I'm beginning to wonder, though, is it really worth it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Summer, the way you look at John, and the way he looks at you ... sweetheart, this man truly loves you. He absolutely adores you. He's a grown man, yet he's happy just being able to sit next to you."
Grinning at Summer, John added, "She's got that right."
Summer hugged his arm, and Christina continued, "I've only just met you and John, yet I can see that you love each other with a passion I haven't felt in my marriage in a long time - maybe never. Watching you two, I realize how much I'm missing. I want what you have. I want to be in love like that ... to look at someone the way you look at him. With the way my life is going, I'm beginning to think I never will."
"Any kids?" asked John.
"None. We've just never been ready; at least that's what we've always told ourselves. Our careers always came first, and now here I am, thirty-one years old, going on sixty."
Touching her arm, Summer gently offered, "You're very beautiful, and only thirty-one. You can still fall in love and have children."
"Your husband must be an idiot, if you don't mind my saying so," added John.
Although Christina laughed, her eyes were filled with tears. "Thank you, both of you," she whispered, accepting a napkin from Summer. As she dabbed her cheeks, she smiled wanly. "See? Look at me. Next week is our ninth wedding anniversary, and I'm all alone ... on a stupid vacation trip to Mexico. When someone I just met says something nice to me, I fall apart like a silly schoolgirl. God, I'm a total wreck."
Summer took her hand. "Christina, I cry almost every day now. I can't help it. Whenever someone compliments me lately, I cry."
With a sad look, Christina gave Summer's hand a grateful squeeze. "I'm not crying because you two complimented me. I'm crying because I just realized I can't remember the last time anyone called me 'beautiful.'"
Abruptly getting up from her seat, she hurried off to the restroom.
Worried for their new friend as they watched her move quickly down the aisle, Summer and John held hands in silence.
Christina returned to her seat a few minutes later, her eyes puffy and red. "I'm so sorry," she said. Holding her head in her hands, her long hair fell to her knees.
"Where are you staying in New Orleans?" asked Summer.
"We're staying at the Dauphine, so let me give you my cell number. You're going to be staying four nights, right?" She wrote her number on a napkin and handed it to Christina.
"Yes, four nights, then I fly back to Boston."
"Christina, I want you to call me. Please, let us take you out for a night."
"Summer, that's really sweet of you, but I wouldn't want to impose. You two are..." Pausing, she giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm just laughing because I think this is so awesome. You guys are on your honeymoon! How amazing is that? Seriously, though, I don't want to ruin your special time together. Besides, I'd feel like a third wheel being with you lovebirds all night."
Summer looked pleadingly at John. When he nodded, she said to Christina, "I swear, you won't feel that way. We will not do that to you. Please? Promise me you'll let us take you out just one night. C'mon, you were going to go out anyway, right? Instead of going out alone, go out with us."
Embarrassed, Christina looked down into her lap.
John said, "No way! Get out of here! You weren't even going to go out? It's the French Quarter! A gorgeous woman like you, locked up in her room every night?"
"I'm sure I would at least go to dinner," she said, sheepishly looking up at them through her long hair.
"That does it. You have to go out with us. We can't let you stay cooped up in your room. You have to have some fun!" said Summer.
"Okay, okay, you win! Tomorrow night, pick me up at eight. You have to let me pay for dinner, though, and I don't want to hear any arguments."
Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a business card and gave it to Summer.
"Christina, excuse me, but I need to use the restroom," John said.
Christina leaned back, allowing John to squeeze by. Once he was gone, Summer moved over to sit beside the gorgeous brunette. "You should go take him," she whispered.
Christina laughed, yet Summer only raised her eyebrows.
"You're serious?" asked the stunned businesswoman.
Summer grinned, "Of course I'm serious! This is perfect! You're way overdue for some awesome sex, and all he's been talking about lately is how he wants to join the Mile High Club, so go back there and fuck his brains out!"
Blushing, Christina could only stammer, "I ... but you and John are ... Summer, god, I just can't!"
"Are you sure? I'm telling you, John has an amazing cock, and he's just so much fun. You really should go back there. You two would have a blast."
Although Christina desperately wanted to, which surprised the hell out of her, she was simply too scared. With a small, embarrassed smile she shook her head. "No, it should be you. Go!"
She leaned back to let Summer out, but Summer didn't leave right away. Smiling at the bewildered brunette, she raised her hips and slipped off her panties before whispering, "Hold on to these for me, please. I think I'll be needing them when I get back!"
Christina's eyes went wide at the sight of the beautiful young woman taking off her panties right there in her airline seat. She couldn't help but stare at those perfect thighs, her mouth watering upon her first glimpse of Summer's bare pussy.
"Oh my god," she said, when Summer handed her the wet panties.
As Summer was squeezing by, she quickly kissed Christina on the lips. "Wish me luck!" she giggled.
Her playful, flirty mood was catching, and Christina smacked her on the ass, giggling right back, "Go get 'im, girl!"
A few moments later, having just finished his business, John was zipping himself up when he heard a light tapping on the door.
"Occupied," he said.
He heard the light tapping again.
'What the fuck?' he thought. Cracking open the door, he said, "Hold on, I'll be out in a minute."
Summer grinned, "Hi there, sexy. Need any help?"
Suddenly she shrieked. A few people turned around, but she was already in the tiny restroom, having been quickly yanked inside by John.
"Summer, what are you doing here?"
Shifting her feet back and forth with her hands crossed behind her back, Summer looked as cute as a button. "I know I'm no Aaron, but will I do?" she asked, giving him a coy smile.
"Oh, fuck," he grinned, recognition finally dawning on him.
Summer giggled, "Yes, sweetie, I think that's exactly what we have to do, or else it won't be official!"
As John stared in amazement, she unfastened his pants and pushed him onto the toilet. After fishing out his cock, she went to her knees and kissed all up and down his thick shaft before taking him into her mouth. When he instantly became erect for her, she momentarily pulled away to giggle, "That sure didn't take long!"
"Summer, we have to be quick!"
"I can if you can..." she grinned, standing and turning to face away from him. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled, "Spread your legs." Once he'd moved them far enough apart, she stepped back towards him while flipping up her sundress.
John moaned at the incredible sight of Summer so sexily offering up her bare ass and tantalizing pussy; wasting no time, he buried his face in her gorgeous divide.
"I thought you said we needed to go quickly? If you keep doing that, we'll be here all day," she giggled, grinding her pussy on his face.
"We do. We gotta make it quick..." he said, reluctantly pulling away.
"What will make you cum more quickly, my pussy or my ass?"
"Oh, god, I don't know! Either! Both!"
"So let's do both..." she grinned, positioning his cock at her ass; after pressing the head to her tightest opening, she looked back over her shoulder. "When you're getting close, pull out and fuck my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy."
With his tip poised at the ready within her tiny star, she released him. "Hold me by my hips. Hold me steady..." she said, reaching back with both hands to spread her ass. She pushed against him, and he thrust forward. "Unnnnh!" she moaned, once the crown popped inside. Pushing down hard, she felt three solid inches slide into her gorgeous bottom.
Stopping to take a deep breath, she looked back again. "Baby, do you want me? Do you want to fuck this beautiful woman who so deeply loves you? If not, I can still send Christina in. I almost got her to do it, but she chickened out. I don't think we could have expected her to give you her ass, though, do you?"
"Summerrrrr," he moaned, sliding the rest of his cock all the way home.
"Mmmm, yes, that's it ... that's what you want, isn't it? You want your huge, perfect cock buried in my tight little ass ... fucking me, making me crazy for you ... making me cum..."
John began pumping hard, his hips slamming against her ass. Urging him on, Summer grasped the sink and pushed back.
A wicked thought crossed her mind, and she hissed to him, "You liked watching me lose it the other morning, didn't you? You enjoyed seeing me lose control to the point that I peed all over Jake's hard cock. Mmmm, it's too bad you already went just now. You could have gone inside me ... inside your lover ... your wife. You could've done it in my ass before cumming in my pussy. Would you like that, baby? Would you like to let yourself go, deep inside your sexy wife?"
Groaning, he hammered harder, making her ass quiver with each thrust.
"Oooohhh, yes, fuck me with that gorgeous dick! I love you in my ass!" she panted.
When John quickly pulled out, Summer glanced back with a beguiling smile. She dearly loved his frantic look.
"Ready for me already?" she teased, wiggling her bottom for him.
"Summer, you ... oh fuck!!" he shouted, slamming his cock into her pussy.
Though she tried to muffle it, she was much too late to cover her lusty shriek. Pressing her open mouth to her arm, she moaned to the heavens when his long shaft pushed against her cervix. As she felt her pussy being bathed in his hot cream, her thighs shook, then she came on his shooting cock. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck!" she screamed; he roared right along with her, making her yelp when he dug his teeth into her shoulder blade. She could feel the vibrations from his shouts radiating through her chest, and finally her legs gave out.
Still firing away, simply flooding her pussy, John gently guided her down to his lap. Pressing herself against his chest, she brought his hands to her breasts; on trembling thighs she rode out her shattering climax. "Hold me..." she breathed, quickly unbuttoning her sundress. She slid his hands inside, making him cup her bare mounds, her rock-hard nipples stabbing his palms; as her orgasm finally waned, her hips and ass began a slow, sexy grind.
"Baby, the way you fuck me..." she moaned over her shoulder.
Someone knocked on the bathroom door directly opposite theirs.
"We better stop," he said.
"Mmmmmm, do we have to?" she pouted, smiling as she slid off his hard cock. Turning to face him, she lovingly drew his swaying erection across her face and breasts before sucking it into her mouth, doing her best to lick clean every inch. When she was satisfied that she had properly tended to his long shaft, she raised her head; grinning, she had a thick strand of cum stretching from his tip to her moist bottom lip. Reaching up to touch it, she gathered it in, until her tongue was pressing inside his piss slit.
With a moist 'pop, ' she finally pulled away. "That's as clean as I'm going to get it for now. See you back at our seats!" she chirped. Playfully shimmying her hips, she made her sundress float down to cover her bare bottom; then, cracking the door open, she checked to make sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the tiny restroom.
When Summer returned to her seat, Christina took one look at her and laughed. "Umm, sweetie..." she grinned, motioning to Summer's chin by daintily touching her own.
Reaching up with her fingertips, Summer discovered the errant strands of cum. Giggling, she collected them and popped them into her mouth while gesturing for her panties, which Christina was still holding inside her coat.
Christina obediently pulled them out; instead of giving them back right away, however, she brought them to her face. "Mmmm, nice..." she said, inhaling the sexy scent. With a flirty smile she reluctantly handed them over to Summer.
When Summer gave her a "You naughty girl!" look of feigned shock, they both laughed. She raised her hips to slip her panties back on, but Christina stopped her. "Slow, this time," she grinned. "You're so beautiful, please, let me watch."
Beaming, Summer passed her tongue provocatively between her teeth. Never taking her eyes off the lovely brunette, she turned in her seat to face the sexy enchantress. As she slowly slid her panties over her feet and up her legs, Christina locked in on her thighs. When she spread her knees, Christina whispered, "Stop."
Summer had her panties at the tops of her thighs, her ass hovering well above the seat. Christina was openly staring at her just-fucked pussy. "May I?" she asked, inching her fingertips toward it.
Uncertain as to Christina's intent, nevertheless Summer nodded.
With a caress as gentle as a kitten's breath, Christina savored the moist, pouting lips. There was a growing pool of pearl white cum showing in the mouth of the gorgeous sex; unable to resist, she touched it, thrilling at its warmth. Taking her time, she slowly trailed her index finger through the length of the open slit before pressing all the way inside. Upon feeling the silky heat, she bit her lower lip while gazing in wonder at Summer's exquisite beauty. Looking up into the amazing girl's smiling eyes, Christina withdrew her finger and finished sliding the skimpy panties over the smooth, supple bottom. Finally, sighing softly, she patted the tempting mound. "There you go, beautiful flower ... all nice and snug in your pretty covering."
After making themselves presentable again, they looked intently into each other's eyes. "You should have gone to him," said Summer.
With a wry grin Christina answered, "Oh, I don't know, it looks to me like the mission was a definite success."
"Mmmmmm-hmmm. I certainly didn't board the plane like this..." Summer said, subtly caressing her cum-filled pussy.
"Or like that, either..." smiled Christina, gesturing to Summer's open top.
"Ooops!" giggled Summer, glancing down at her glistening breasts.
"May I?" Christina asked again.
Smiling sexily, Summer opened her top a little more. "You most certainly may."
Christina gently pressed her finger to the naked, beautiful breast; scooping up another thick trail of cum that shone against the golden skin, she popped it into her mouth, smiling around her finger as she stared into Summer's sparkling eyes.
"Delicious, isn't he?" grinned Summer.
"Mmmm..." said Christina, nodding playfully while licking her finger clean.
John returned then, his erection having obviously subsided very little. As he began to slide into their row his cock was on clear display before Christina's appreciative grin, and Summer reached out to run her fingertips along his imposing length.
John's hips jerked in response; blushing, he quickly took his seat.
While Summer laughed, Christina giggled, "Everything go okay in there, John? You seem a bit flushed."
Giving him a knowing grin, she was thoroughly enjoying his chagrin.
"You know, baby, something about you does seem different now," grinned Summer. "I can't quite put my finger on it. Can you, Christina?"
"Actually, I think you just put a few fingers on it. Something in that restroom obviously caused him to have a really big problem. From the looks of things, I'd say he still has it," she smirked.
While reaching into his lap to stroke his cock, Summer hugged his arm and giggled, "So, honey, what about the Moose Lodge? Maybe the Eagle Scouts? Ooh, I know! The Knights of the Round Table! That would be another great club for you to join! I mean, c'mon, look at you, you've already got the huge sword and everything!"
As Summer stroked him back to full erection, Christina watched with rapt attention. When he glanced her way, she smiled sweetly; his response was a sheepish grin of embarrassment mixed with lust, and a look that said, "I am sooooo sorry!"
Touching his arm, she gave him a warm smile. "It's perfectly okay, sweetie. Please, don't be embarrassed. Just let her play. Besides, you know you love it." Watching intently as Summer continued to fondle his massive bulge, she added, "I'm going to be in big trouble when I go out with you two, aren't I?"
"Not at all. I promise, we won't do anything you don't want to do," said Summer, taking Christina's hand and placing it on John's erection. Sitting back, she watched as the surprised yet curious young wife began tentatively caressing up and down his length.
"God, Summer ... you're right ... it's amazing..." she whispered, seemingly mesmerized by the enormous slab of warm flesh throbbing in her hand. With a wanting sigh, she took off her coat and draped it over John's lap before unzipping him and pulling out his fully erect cock. Alternating her glance between Summer's glowing smile and her own half-closed fist gliding along the immense shaft, she delighted in giving it long, slow, elegant strokes.
Looking up again, she noticed Summer beaming brightly. Pausing, she grinned nervously at the sexy auburn-maned temptress. "Summer, this is exactly the 'big trouble' I meant..." She squeezed John's cock, and they both moaned. "You say we won't do anything I don't want to do, which I certainly appreciate. The thing is, once I'm out with you two on Bourbon Street, I can just imagine all the things I'll want to do."
While continuing to stroke John's tempting erection, she flashed Summer a guilty smile.
"Then instead of going out, maybe we could just stay in and enjoy a quiet evening together in your hotel room?" offered Summer, reaching down to add her hand to Christina's on John's throbbing hard-on.
Smirking, Christina gave her a dubious look as their fingers locked together around the long, thick shaft.
Summer grinned, "Oh, right. Bad idea, huh?"
"You think?" laughed Christina. "Just going anywhere with you two, it will be hard enough as it is for me to stay out of trouble. God, what do you think would happen if we were to end up back in my hotel room?"
Staring at the enormous cock in her hand, her mouth literally watered. She desperately wanted to lean down and taste it, but she fought the temptation. "Mmmmmm ... damn ... you better take over now," she said, reluctantly relinquishing him to Summer.
Grasping him with two hands, Summer hungrily licked all around the large crown before pressing her tongue into his drooling slit. After spending a few maddening moments teasing his most sensitive areas, she shot him a coy smile. "Can you cum really quickly for me?" she cooed, leaving his rampant hard-on poised between her cherry lips.
John chuckled, "After what we just did back there? You know this next one's gonna take a while."
"Wrong answer..." she giggled, tucking him back into his pants.
With a bemused grin John zipped himself up. Turning to Christina, he motioned to her jacket in his lap. "Mind if I borrow this a little longer?"
Glancing down at his huge bulge, again she smiled sweetly. "Take all the time you need, babe..."
They shared a taxi into the French Quarter, dropping Christina off at her hotel first. John and Summer offered to bring her bags up to her room but she told them not to worry about it, explaining that there was plenty of help available.
"Besides," she added, "I need to check in at the front desk, and I also want to check my messages. It's definitely going to take a few minutes. You guys have better things to do than stand around waiting for me."
Ignoring her protests, John toted her bags to the check-in counter while Christina excitedly exclaimed to Summer, "I can't believe I did that! Oh my god, that's the first new one I've touched since I've been married!"
Summer took her by the hands. "I apologize if I went too far. I really should have asked you first before I put your hand on him."
Christina kissed her on the cheek. "No apologies necessary, especially after the liberties I took with you."
"What liberties? You asked for my permission each and every step of the way! I've never been seduced so politely!" laughed Summer.
"Seduced? Did I seduce you? My god, is that what I did? Summer, I don't even know what to say. I've never seduced anyone in my whole life!"
Summer was still laughing as she said, "Well, you have now! Girl, you saw how turned on you made me. Oh yes, you definitely seduced me, and I didn't mind at all." Squeezing Christina's hands, she added, "I'm just saying, I should have asked you first before I made you touch John."
Christina gently caressed Summer's bare shoulder, causing her to shiver. Smiling, she traced affectionate fingertip circles on her silky skin. "Summer, you have nothing to be sorry about. Believe me, I didn't mind either. I could have stopped you from putting my hand on him. You didn't force me, and you certainly didn't make me take it out and stroke it. Sweetie, I did that all on my own. It felt great to touch him."
"So you're okay with it?"
"I'm okay with how far I went, yes. Before I did anything too crazy, I managed to stop myself and give him back to you. Thank you for including me." Leaning in to kiss Summer on the lips, she held it just a beat longer than their kiss on the plane.
Once it was over, Summer reached up to touch her own lips. She was staring in wonder at Christina's moist, beautiful mouth when John returned, saying, "All set."
Christina smiled. "So you two really want to do this tomorrow night?"
"Absolutely, although if you don't want to, we'll certainly understand," John said.
"But I really hope you'll want to," added Summer, still touching her lips as she studied Christina's full, sexy mouth.
"Pick me up at eight. If I chicken out, I'll call you no later than seven, okay?"
"Sounds good. What are you gonna do tonight?" asked John.
"Say my prayers?"
They all laughed at that.
"Oh, c'mon, you'll see, it's not going to be anything bad," grinned Summer. "Besides, I'm betting that before you know it you'll be the one showing us a thing or two."
With another warm smile Christina said, "After watching you two in action, I highly doubt it, but don't worry about me. I'm a big girl now, and I know what I'm doing. Umm, I think. Maybe."
She gave them each a friendly hug, then John and Summer climbed back into the cab.
Christina watched them through the rear window as the cab drove away. 'Oh my fucking god... ' she thought, her entire body tingling with excitement.
Savoring the feeling, she realized she hadn't felt that way in too many years to remember.
"Okay, gorgeous, we're here! Now we come to it: What would you like to do?"
Having dropped all their bags in their hotel room, John stood grinning at Summer.
"Mister, I'm up for whatever you want, but I say we've at least got to cover these few basic things: One, I want to see the St. Louis Cathedral. Two, we have to try some beignets at Café du Monde. Three, let's go to a spooky voodoo place. Four, I want to walk the Garden District and see Anne Rice's house. Five, I want some real Creole food. That's my entire 'gotta do' list. What's yours?"
"Hell, as long as we can find a voodoo place, we should be able to do your whole list today. I would have also said that we gotta do some real Creole food, so that's one of mine. Checking out the House of Blues would be my only other thing. Besides those two, I'm easy. I just want to take you to Bourbon Street for some live music."
"You mean you just want to get me drunk so you can watch me dance and act like an idiot!" she laughed.
"Me? Never," he grinned, teasingly waving a necklace of plastic beads at her.
"Wooooo!!" she whooped, pulling open her top to show him her tits. Totally hamming it up, she bobbled them around while wildly shaking her hips.
"Is that how I'm supposed to do it?" she giggled.
"Yep, just like that. Man, are they ever going to love you here..." he said, leaning down to cup one breast while sucking the other.
"Hey! That's not part of the beads deal! They don't get to do that! I've seen Girls Gone Wild too, you know, so don't try to pull any fast ones on me, buster."
"Sorry. I got carried away," he said, smiling as he gave her nipple one last tug.
"You're allowed to get carried away. Anyone else, they have to ask ... nicely. Besides, I thought that whole 'flash your tits for beads' thing was only during Mardi Gras?"
"Yeah, that's mainly a Mardi Gras thing, though people tell me it happens every night on Bourbon Street. Maybe there won't be as much of it going on now, but I'm sure we'll still see some girls doing it."
"Okay, I do have one other rule," she grinned.
"Uh-oh," he said, returning her grin.
"Oh, don't worry. It's nothing bad. I think you may even like it," she said, giving him a sweet smile.
"Okay, let's hear it."
"Starting right now, you choose all my clothes. For the rest of our honeymoon I have to wear whatever you pick for me, no questions asked. That means shoes, panties, dresses, even the way I do my hair; I'm talking everything, top to bottom. You dress me up, and off we go."
"I'll need to see what you brought then, won't I?"
Opening her suitcase, Summer began laying out all her clothes for him, item by item. Right away he noticed that the only shoes she brought besides the white stiletto heels she was wearing were a pair of taller silver heels and some tan flats.
Looking over her choices, he asked, "How are you for walking the city in heels? Won't your feet get tired?"
"I brought the flats, just in case we go on a really long hike. Otherwise, I can wear heels. I'll manage."
John stood thinking, until finally he said, "Okay, first thing, we're going to have two definite rules: One, you always have to wear your hair down. You can keep it full and wavy or, if you prefer, you can make it sleek and sexy, like you had it last week in the nightclub. Either way is fine, it just has to be where I can see it. That means no hats, no tying it up in scrunchies ... no nuthin'. I want it long and loose so it can move, bounce, and shimmer. I love your hair, and I especially love how you play with it when you tease and flirt."
"Okay, but you still have to choose how I do it. Do you want it full and wavy, or straight and sleek?"
"Whatever is easiest for you is fine by me. I don't want you having to change it back and forth. We'll just leave it one way."
"Okay, but which way?"
"Which way makes you feel sexier?"
"Ooooh, good answer. Straight, I think. I feel less 'girl next door' and more like a hot, sexy slut when it's straight and silky."
"Straight it is, then. I want you always feeling as sexy as humanly possible."
"Only 'humanly, ' huh? Hmmm..." she quipped, giving him a gentle smile.
Still studying her things, he was oblivious.
"Okay," she continued, "so that rule covers how I do my hair. You said there were two rules. What's the second one?"
He flashed a wide grin. "No bras or panties."
Coyly biting her lip, Summer leaned back on the bed. Never taking her eyes off of him, she raised her hips while sliding her hands beneath her dress. Lifting her legs high in the air, she slowly peeled her panties down her thighs. She stopped at her ankles to wiggle her bare ass and pussy for him, then she hooked her panties over her heels and tossed them across the room. With her legs pointing straight to the ceiling she ran her fingertips along their sides, starting at the tanned crescents of her ass before moving up her thighs and onto her sleek calves.
"You mean like this?" she smiled, bringing her hands to the backs of her knees. As slowly as she'd peeled off her panties, she spread her legs; bending them, she brought them down. When her high heels were touching the bed, she ran her hands over her bare stomach.
With her sundress pooled on her smooth tummy, she lay spread before him.