Shattering the Myth (15 page)

We heard a gurney being pushed down the hall and some voices, but once again, we were safe. We figured it was someone being admitted to the hospital late at night, being pushed to his or her assigned room. I suggested you leave before someone walked in on us. You weren't even having it. You said you weren't leaving until you made sure I was completely satisfied.

It took a whole lot of maneuvering but somehow you managed to get your dick in me, even with the elevated leg. You reached over on the nightstand for the stethoscope you had swiped from the nurses' station and put the plugs to your ears. You put the cold part against my chest and listened to my heart pulsating in my chest as you fucked the hell out of me. It made you go crazy. I was wondering why it got such a reaction out of you until you put the plugs on my ears and let me listen to your heart. It was breathtaking; feeling your dick pumping in and out of me and listening to blood pump through your heart at the same time. I had the biggest orgasm ever. In fact,
we were both shocked when cum squirted out of me like it does from your dick. Once you saw that, it was all over. You came big-time and laid there in my arms with your chest on top of mine. Both our hearts were jumping out of our chests.

You still didn't leave, saying you had one more thing to accomplish. You pulled out a jar of fudge sauce from the picnic basket you had warmed in the microwave before you left home. Miraculously, it was still warm. You poured some of the sauce on my elevated foot and then licked it all off, sucking each one of my toes at a time. You know how much I love to have my toes sucked. It is the closest a woman can ever come to knowing what it feels like to a man when he has his dick sucked.

You took it to the other foot, pouring sauce on my toes, and then began sucking them one at a time, swirling your tongue around them while they were in your mouth. I came again.

Finally, you decided you better make a dash for the border. It was nearing 3
A.M
., and we both knew the nurse would be coming to take my temperature and give me some more painkiller. You gave me the book of African-American poetry you bought for me, kissed me good night, and then snuck out. I laid there reveling in the passion you had shown me, fantasizing about you until I fell asleep.

“Honey, I was in such a rush to get ready for tonight, I completely forgot to put on my panties!” I grinned at you, whispering those words in your ear as the valet pulled off with our car.

We had just arrived at your company Christmas party, being held at a luxury hotel downtown. Your company, one of the biggest brokerage firms on the East Coast, rented out the revolving restaurant on the top level.

We entered the lobby of the hotel, and the bellman suggested we take the glass elevator up instead of the regular elevators in the center of the building. It was a beautiful, clear December evening, and the view of the city was magnificent as the elevator ascended to the restaurant on the fortieth floor. There were two other couples on the elevator with us on their way to the party. We spoke to them, and one of the men was from your department. The two of you discussed a client on the way up.

I was standing behind you, and none of the others could see my hands. I lifted up the back of your dinner jacket and started feeling up your ass. You jumped a little at first, startled that I
would even do something like that. I'm usually very conservative in public, but I had been horny all day and couldn't resist you, Christmas party or no Christmas party.

By the time you arrived home, time was of the essence since the sit-down dinner was scheduled for eight. We had to rush out the house. My plans for a quickie were ruined. I was still horny and knew I would be until you broke me off a little sumptin' sumptin'.

When we got upstairs to the rooftop restaurant, the maître d' informed us we would be seated at the table with the head of the company and his wife. You turned to me and looked at me with your sexy-ass eyes. “Boo, you better behave.”

I rolled my eyes and straightened your tie for you, moving close enough up on you so I could brush my pussy up against your dick. “Okay, boo, if you insist!”

I gave you a devilish grin and then we followed the maître d' to the table. You put your hand on the small of my back as we were walking, and it gave me goosebumps. After all this time, even your touches arouse me.

All the others were already seated at the table when we arrived. We did the usual greetings. Your boss's wife complimented me on my black evening gown. I returned the favor. We ordered a round of drinks to sip from while the dinner was being prepared.

I ordered a piña colada, and you ordered a vodka and orange juice. When the drinks arrived, I took the cherry out of mine, popped it in my mouth, and did that thing with it that drives you wild. I tied the cherry string into a bow with my long tongue and then sat it down in front of you. You were in the middle of a conversation with your boss, but almost lost it when you saw the cherry string. I could tell it made you horny, thinking about how I use my tongue so methodically on your dick.

The dinner salads and rolls were served while the boring chitchat continued. I asked you to pass me the butter, and when you did, I caressed your fingertips, engaging you in a stare. Saying I would behave and actually doing it are two totally different things—especially when I'm as horny as I was that night.

By the time our dinner finally arrived at the table, my pussy was so moist that I feared it might cause a noticeable stain on my dress. I excused myself, saying I was going to the ladies' room to freshen up. I got in the ladies' lounge and wiped some of the wetness off with a damp paper towel, followed by a dry one.

I returned to the table, took my hand, and pulled your face close to me so I could give you a peck on the lips. I purposely ran my index finger up under your nose so you could get a whiff of my pussy. You shook your head a little, then leaned over to whisper in my ear. “You're so bad, boo. Quit!”

I just looked at you, giggled, and started eating my food. The chicken breast was really dry, but I lied and said it was “succulent, juicy, and delicious.” Only you and I knew I was really referring to your dick. Those are the words I always use to describe it.

I kept running my fingers up and down your thigh during dinner and slipped a shoe off so I could rub my toes up your pants leg. You have a foot fetish and love sucking on my toes. I know the idea was running through your mind like wildfire. No one noticed anything because the white linen tablecloth was hiding our discreet activities.

Once the sherbet arrived for dessert, I did some wicked things with my tongue as I licked it off of the long-handled spoon. I stuck my spoon up under the table and inserted the head of it in my pussy very quickly. Then, I scooped up a spoonful of my lime sherbet and told you to taste how delicious the lime was, since you had requested raspberry. The
expression on your face gave away the fact you knew the sherbet was well-seasoned.

The pussy sherbet was the straw that broke the camel's back. We opted to skip the after-dinner dance. You made up some cock-and-bull story about our baby-sitter having to leave early so we could haul ass out of there like two bats out of hell.

No sooner had the doors on the glass elevator closed when we were all over each other. You repeated your earlier statement. “You're so bad!”

“Yes, I'm bad. That's why you married me, right?” I grabbed your dick as the elevator began its descent to the lobby. “I just usually save my bad side for home, that's all. But you're looking so sexy and debonair tonight, I couldn't resist you.”

I started working at your pants, trying to get
my dick
out, when you inquired, “What the hell are you doing, boo?”

“I want to suck you dry right here in the elevator.” I got
my dick
out. “Ummm, you look so scrumptious, boo. Can I have a lick?” I pulled the bottom of my dress up so I could get down on my knees without ripping the material.

You told me to hold up a minute because the elevator was already halfway to the lobby. You pressed the emergency stop button. I started deep-throating your dick, just the way you like it done, while you looked out of the elevator at all the city lights and cars going by on the street. They all looked like colored ants from where we were.

The red phone in the elevator started to ring. No way in hell we were answering it. I kept sucking away, caught a rhythm, and started contracting my cheek muscles on
my dick
. You pulled out of my mouth before I could make you cum and told me to stand up right quick.

You threw me up against the glass, facing the outside and pushed my hands up against the cool surface. You used your
foot to spread my legs and then put your dick in my pussy, which was soaked again with my juices. Sucking dick always gets my pussy juices flowing. It's my favorite.

The red phone continued ringing, and you grew concerned. “Maybe we should stop before we cause a panic.”

“Hell, no, fuck them! Better yet, fuck me!” You fucked me, too—fast and hard, until we both came about ten minutes later. It was a wild experience, gazing at the stars while you knocked the bottom out of my pussy. I knew from that moment on, having sex in unusual places was a definite must.

We restarted the elevator and straightened our clothes out while it completed its journey to the ground floor. When we got out, the night manager and some maintenance men started to ask us a bunch of questions. We avoided them all, saying they were lucky we didn't sue the pants off their asses.

As we waited for the valet to retrieve our car, we laughed and joked about how much fun it was to fuck in the elevator. In fact we both thought it was so good, when we got back to our apartment building and got on the elevator in the parking garage, we decided to do the shit all over again. Now, I see elevators in a whole new light.

Making love in unusual places has always turned me on. I've always been creative when it comes to making love to you. One evening, I decided to surprise you by planning something particularly special. I wanted to do something outrageous.

You grew up on a farm and often talked about how much you missed the days of your youth. You always compared the city, where we now live, to country life. I decided to take you back there—if only for one night.

It took quite a bit of doing and a hell of a lot of negotiating to find someone who was willing to let me use their facilities. I finally found an older couple, who were still romantic at heart and gracious enough to let me carry out my plans on their property.

I took the day off of work and drove out to the country to make all of the preparations. You had absolutely no clue I was not in my office that day. I put on a business suit that morning, left the house, and pretended like it was just another day in the grind.

By the time you got off work, I was all sexy for you in a white, skintight dress with a split going all the way up the side. After waiting for you to come out your office building, I told you I had a surprise for you, that I decided to pick you up instead of letting you ride the subway home as usual. I handed you a garment bag and told you to go change into the clothes inside it.

I waited out in the car while you went to change into a black suit, white shirt, and silk tie. When you got in the car, you asked where we were headed. I told you it was a surprise; you would just have to wait and see. The drive was a good ninety miles, and just as I suspected, it was almost nightfall when we arrived at the farm. As I drove up the driveway past the main house, you asked me whose place it was, and I replied, “Just a couple of good friends. You'll meet them later!”

I parked the car directly in front of the barn, letting the high beams highlight the barn doors so we could see how to enter more easily. I told you to get out of the car, and you complied. I asked you to close your eyes, took you by the hand, and led you inside the barn.

Once inside, I told you to open up your eyes. You were shocked to see a king-size bed adorned with huge, fluffy pillows and wildflowers wrapped up in ivy flowing around the bedposts. There was also a small bouquet of wildflowers sprawled across the bed for you.