“As you say sir, let me show you to your table.” He headed off into the main dining room. We only made it past a couple of tables before I spotted Darla’s smiling face. She stood when she recognized me. Stunning was an understatement. Her red curls were pulled by a green ribbon and styled to cascade down her shoulders. Her soft green dress fit perfectly and tastefully accented the curves of her body. It dropped below her neck to reveal the smallest portion of cleavage without advertising. It was mouth watering. A thin burgundy belt was accenting her hips and perfectly breaking up the design of the dress as it dropped to just above her knees. The burgundy heels defined her shapely legs. The color pallet was perfect on her. It set off her hair perfectly.
I wasn’t the only one admiring Darla. Every person in the place glanced over when she rose. The men lingered longer than the women. I could only imagine the struggle they faced attempting not to stare. My anger had dissipated in that first look. I wasn’t confident in my ability to control the situation. I certainly didn’t want to start an argument with her here. I didn’t want to argue with her at all. I approached and did the only thing that made sense, I handed her the rose.
“You look stunning Darla,” I said it with reverence as I looked into her lovely brown eyes. Even her understated makeup was effective. She was like a painting. She smiled at the compliment and leaned forward and kissed my cheek. Her musky perfume wafted to my nose like a spring breeze. It made her more desirable.
“Thank you Robert,” she whispered in my ear “I feel wonderful and tonight, so will you.” She sat demurely into her chair and gave me a devilish smile. I now had no desire to chastise her methods. We had a delicious meal and wonderful conversation. She laughed at all my lame jokes and flirted insistently. My blood was boiling.
As promised, I took her dancing and she laughed lovingly at my clumsy attempts at the art. She enjoyed improving my steps and tempted me during every slow dance. I was the center of her universe that night and I was the envy of every man who saw us. I was having the time of my life.
We returned to the hotel late. Rick was there waiting for me. He usually went home will before midnight. Out of earshot of Darla, Rick asked “Is everything OK Mr. Timmins?”
I smiled, “She is stunning Rick and I am only a man.” He smiled and nodded. I think he was happy everything worked out. He didn’t want to be party to any games on my account.
Darla opened the door to the suite and pulled me in by my hand. With a sultry swagger, she pulled me to the bed and gave a sexy controlling push to the chest. I allowed myself to fall backward as she reached up to undo the band that was holding her hair in place. Her curls exploded from their confinement and she went from a sophisticat to wench. The belt hit the floor followed quickly by the dress. She stood before me in what I believed was the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. The same soft green that painted her dress was now in soft lace. Her breasts were advertised seductively, barely contained by the translucent material. She let me stare for a moment, proud of her new look. She looked better than naked. I was highly aroused.
“You treated me like a queen tonight. Now it’s my turn.” She slide down to her knees overusing my thighs for leverage. She giggled removing my shoes and socks making a statement by throwing them randomly behind her. She slowly removed my belt and pants making sure her cleavage was wiggling in my eyes with her struggles. She smiled at my tented boxers, reached out and began to caress my cock through the thin material. “Someone likes my new look.” she said while looking at my clothed boner. She grabbed the elastic on the sides and relieved me of my shorts.
She pushed my cock flat against my shirt. Her eyes locked on to mine and she dragged the flat of her tongue from my balls, along the exposed underside to the tip of my tool. She engulfed the head while holding my eyes and began to massage it with her tongue. It was a wonderful view looking beneath her eyes to her green laced encased breasts tightly swinging between her arms. This was the most erotic scene I have ever been part of. She closed her eyes and dropped her lips down my shaft engulfing half my member in slow ecstasy. She rose back up and then back down taking it all the way to the base. I moaned my satisfaction. I had a desire to grab her delicious hair and control the action. For some reason, I felt it would be insulting and held back as she slowly raised her mouth back up and off my cock.
She placed her index finger in her mouth and dreamily sucked it wet. We locked eyes again, “Cum for me Robert.” Her mouth returned to my cock and the slow descent began again. Her index finger found my rectum and started painting circles. When she had me in her throat once again, I lost it with a mighty groan as my hips attempted to drive my cock deeper. I empty what felt like a gallon of jism into her mouth and she allowed none to escape. She released my cock with a smile and seductively licked her lips. “Someone is having fun,” Darla said as she tenderly stroked my relaxing member.
I laughed, “That someone is me.” I sat up and removed my shirt and threw it to the floor. I lifted her head till we were eye to eye, lip to lip. “You are phenomenal. ” I said honestly as I dipped my head for a passionate kiss. At first instant she was stiff lipped with surprise. Then she relented and returned the kiss pulling me closer with her hands stroking the back of my head. I could taste myself on her tongue and I didn’t care. I just wanted to have more of her. I no longer cared that she was a prostitute.