SIERRA’S AMAZING MOUTH (taboo)
It’s not what you think . . . it’s so much better!
Enjoy..
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I studied my reflection in the mirror, twisted my tie around nervously and flipped down my collar to adjust the knot. “So tell me again why I’m putting on a suit just to meet your parents” I asked, knowing the answer already.
My girlfriend Sierra and I had been dating for about 6 months, and deep down I knew that I would have to meet her parents eventually. She talked so much about them that I felt as if I already knew them. Considering how often Sierra had her mother on the phone, I figured she had heard as much about me already as well. Now that the day had finally arrived to meet, I was shaking in my argyle socks.
“I told you Danny,” Sierra replied, “They need to make everything into an event. It’s really no big deal, just a nice dinner out . . . okay, a REALLY nice dinner out.” Sierra smoothed her dazzling emerald dress and adjusted her thin shoulder straps as I admired her natural beauty.
“Dad caught wind of a restaurant opening downtown created by Plato McPherson, you know, the Food Channel star. I think it’s inside one of those ritzy boutique hotels; it’s kind of exciting actually. Now you just concentrate on being adorable and I’ll handle the conversation. It’s going to be fun!”
I had to admit I was looking forward to taking a trip into the city, even if it was in conjunction with a nerve wracking first-date of sorts. Sierra would most definitely handle the conversation; she had always impressed me with the way she could talk to anyone and dazzle them with her subtle charms.
She seemed to have a way of seeing people’s true selves and was able to speak right to them, instead of knocking around on the surface like most of us do. She definitely seemed to know me in a way that no one ever did, and was able to sense things about me of which I wasn’t even aware. Although she came from a wealthy family, Sierra was impressively down to earth and enjoyed the thrill of living life much more than the thrill of simply having money. For these reasons I was actually quite interested to meet the family where this fine sensibility of hers, (not to mention her stunning good looks), had been born.
Dressed to the nines, we drove to meet Sierra’s parents at their prairie-style estate in the upper-east suburbs. The lawn was heavily manicured, like all the homes in the area, and the cobblestone drive came to a circle in front of their house.
When we first arrived her parents met us just outside. We exchanged elated hugs and handshakes, and eventually climbed into their spacious SUV for the long trip into the city. The conversation was excellent, the ride was extremely comfortable and I could tell immediately that we would be getting along quite well.
After much driving and inspiring conversation, we arrived at a swanky hotel surrounded by the hustle and bustle of downtown. Quickly however we were inversely surrounded by the tranquil setting crafted around the entrance to the upscale bistro.
It was easily my finest dining experience to date, and I was feeling a little out of my league at first. Sierra’s parents were very charming however, and soon I was feeling quite comfortable as we were all having an enjoyable time getting further acquainted.
Sierra’s father Nicolas, a highly sought after neurosurgeon, was an impressive man with wide shoulders and a broad smile. He looked the type that could be the most charming and approachable person in the room, and also the most feared.
His wife Rose was equally as stunning, dressed in elegance with just a hint of skin revealed. She wore a silver dress and subtle yet expensive looking jewelry. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke and listened, giving her an air of keen insight and mindful presence. She seemed a perfect match for Nicolas, and I was in awe just being around them.
Sierra, an almost mirror image of her voluptuous mother, always the enthusiastic and talkative girl, was the catalyst of conversation. Her thoughtful questions and prompts helped us all recount some of our finest anecdotes and experiences for one another. I was having a lot more fun than I ever thought I would.
Early on during the dinner, Sierra’s father received an emergency call from his surgical ward and regrettably needed to rush home, leaving us with the choice to return with him or remain at the restaurant. The ladies decided they wanted to stay and enjoy the rest of the evening, proposing we hire a cab home later instead. Nicolas shook my hand and kissed the ladies cheeks before wishing us all an enjoyable evening and excusing himself to leave.
Sierra and her mother Rose were fantastic company, both were confident women with a passion for fine food and wine. Sierra was a clear contrast to her mother with her more exuberant and outgoing personality, while her captivating mother was more attentive and relaxed.
After an exquisite meal and many drinks and laughs, we all agreed that a stay at the modish hotel would be a vast improvement over spending an hour cramped in a taxi, given our pleasantly inebriated state. We split the cost of a room and made arrangements to rent a car in the morning. We also messaged Sierra’s father about our change of plans.
I have to admit, it was a bit awkward at first, sharing a room with my girlfriend’s mother hours after meeting, but she was very considerate and gave me plenty of space to get ready, as I did for them. Preparations were brief without any overnight bags, and we made good use of the hotel’s fine soaps and toiletries to freshen up.
We had to sleep in our underthings, the girls in their slips and me in my boxer shorts, which was odd, but also slightly amusing in our off-balance state. It was certainly an unexpected detour on the road toward getting to know Sierra’s parents, (one of them at least) as we padded around the room in our undergarments before settling in.
I felt an awkward tension as I climbed into bed with Rose’s daughter, mentioning that perhaps I should call room service to bring up a cot or something instead. Sierra wouldn’t hear of it however; we were all adults after all.
When it was time to climb into our respective cozy nests, I offered to sleep by the nightstand between the two beds, in case there was a call in the middle of the night. Once we turned out the lights and said goodnight my nerves began to slowly abate, as the three of us lay quietly in the dark.
After some time had passed, Sierra leaned into my ear and whispered how exciting it would be to get naked under the covers. Hmmm, that would be exciting, although potentially awkward if one of us had to suddenly get up in the night. I eventually eased my boxers down and pushed them off with my feet, feeling the lavish bedding up against my nakedness. Sierra covertly followed suit and then snuggled her bare warm breasts into my side for the night. Heaven.
It had been quiet for a long time and I was almost asleep when Sierra gently rolled to her right, taking most of the downy comforter with her. I suddenly found myself left in the moonlit room with just a thin sheet covering my totally naked body. Great.
Thankful the sheet hadn’t disappeared as well, I closed my eyes again and drifted off. A short time later Sierra rolled back, but of course the comforter hadn’t made the return trip.